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I wrote this on September 11th and it's kind of how I feel now - angry, misled, wondering why.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
God is Dead
A burning fuselage of Allah's righteous anger
Buried in a building on the eighty-second floor.
Those heavenly flames resemble hell
While angels spiral to the ground below
With their severed wings afire.
The top floor stands triumphant on
a burning, breaking base
That could be all humanity
For all our wretched faith.
The Managing Director views the world below
His children's petty playthings have destroyed the world he knows
Atop the flaming tower he turns his head away
Neitzsche was wrong: God was not dead
We killed him off today.
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Belldandy, you make a lot of sense. Usually, even suffering has a purpose.
And nh, I completely agree with your last statement, very nicely put.
I like this forum. {:)
And nh, I completely agree with your last statement, very nicely put.
I like this forum. {:)
Until 9/11, if asked, I'd have happily told anyone that I didn't believe in God, any God.
But seeing what happened, in the aftermath the men and women who were killed trying to save others, the war in Afghanistan, the way that nations briefly forgot disputes in the aftermath.....in many ways 9/11 brought out the best in many people. I'm not a religious nut by a long way, I don't beleive God will stop anyting similar happening again, but I do beleive that many many people are now working together to stop such attacks, and that they all believe in something. That alone is good enough for me.
Whatever God is, he/she is probably watching with interest....
But seeing what happened, in the aftermath the men and women who were killed trying to save others, the war in Afghanistan, the way that nations briefly forgot disputes in the aftermath.....in many ways 9/11 brought out the best in many people. I'm not a religious nut by a long way, I don't beleive God will stop anyting similar happening again, but I do beleive that many many people are now working together to stop such attacks, and that they all believe in something. That alone is good enough for me.
Whatever God is, he/she is probably watching with interest....
Ant wrote:
> $alvatore wrote:
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with
> the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to
> belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe,
> join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we
> dont get around these days...
Well there's another one here.. I'm usually messing around in the PS forums but came here to have a look at whats going on...
Don't worry Mr Happy - he wont give up on us all just yet..as long as there is one person left on this earth capable of showing love to others then there is hope.
> $alvatore wrote:
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with
> the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to
> belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe,
> join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we
> dont get around these days...
Well there's another one here.. I'm usually messing around in the PS forums but came here to have a look at whats going on...
Don't worry Mr Happy - he wont give up on us all just yet..as long as there is one person left on this earth capable of showing love to others then there is hope.
Ant wrote:
> $alvatore wrote:
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with
> the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to
> belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe,
> join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we
> dont get around these days...
lol true
> $alvatore wrote:
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with
> the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to
> belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe,
> join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we
> dont get around these days...
lol true
$alvatore wrote:
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe, join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we dont get around these days...
> i think post those peoms were great Mr Happy,i agree with the first poem you
> posted.BTW im a christian so i pretty much have to belive in him and he loves us
> all,at least thats what i think
Hehe, join the crew. :D Nice to see another Christian around here, it's a shame we dont get around these days...
hmm... that was another great post... although I'm not really sure I understood it, it did make me think, and that's the point isn't it?
Oh yeah, Mr Happy, thank-you for the detailed reply to my story, I really appreciate it. I've replied in the topic, by the way.
Cheers mate.
Cheers mate.
By the way I didn't write that... It's either by Nick Tosches or Hubert Selby, I'm not sure which... it's from a spoken word cd called "blue eyes and exit wounds" and it makes sense to me in some ways.
Believing in something even though you're unsure. I think what the story is trying to say is that you can go through these wild contradictory arguments because you personify God. And when you do believe it's in something simple. A single line.
"I said to the almond tree speak to me of God and the almond tree blossomed"
If I believe then I believe in a force rather than a specific being. I think.
Believing in something even though you're unsure. I think what the story is trying to say is that you can go through these wild contradictory arguments because you personify God. And when you do believe it's in something simple. A single line.
"I said to the almond tree speak to me of God and the almond tree blossomed"
If I believe then I believe in a force rather than a specific being. I think.
I'm not sure what I believe...
I wrote out this transcription of something interesting I read... it's called Psalm 16 and it's not written from the author's perspective but from a man's perspective who contradicts his own argument, but he contradicts it in the way that I do, which is essentially what I believe:
Psalm 16
PRELUDE
God speaks. Whoever seeks me finds me. Whoever finds me knows me. Whoever knows me loves me. Whoever loves me I love. Whomever I love I kill.
PSALM OF FORGIVENESS
Why do you hate us with an everlasting scorn? We cry out to you so pained there are those of us who do not survive, yet you remain mute. We believe in you, yet you turn the other cheek to our suffering. How can you carrot so much in front of our hearts as they whither and fall, desecrated, into the gutter; defiled by your silence; writhing with unsung songs. Our blood flows, sparks leap from synapse to synapse, but only to torture us, agonise us, with blood cursed by our minds: knees not only bent but raw and chewed with grit and vinegar and we too become mute, but not with indifference but the pain of abandonment. Endlessly we fight our demons as they flay us, mock us and jeer as they tear the eyes from our heads, powder our bones with jagged teeth and spit us out in hopeful, terrorised bits that struggle to crawl together. In your name. In your f**king myriad of names, trying to find that ineffable self in or beyond the bloodied and bloody scraps, only to face your impenetrable silence and the drawling, relentless demons who, time after time, tear and shred us, their breath befouled by our putrefying flesh.
I’ve looked in your direction. In what direction can I look that is not yours? And have been soothed with beauty, the heaviness of my heart lifted when I hear your song, as a stranger asks can I help you, but always, always, the song turns to screeching derision as the laughing child and smiling rose twist into demons claws and I cannot run, my legs unable to bear the weight of my hollow and tortured body because my knees are ripped and splintered from supplication and you strengthen me just enough to once again face the demons and smell my decayed flesh and dreams on their breath. Oh yes you strengthen me but only so I can once more provide an object to be tortured and yes you lead me, but only to the playground of my tormentors and from time to time I am nailed to the cross to watch as friends are lead by your promises into the arena and I see and hear their torment, all of my being rent from their cries as their flesh is slowly peeled and hear the screams of each tear as it rolls slowly down their bloodied bodies, crying, weeping because their God of love, the source of infinite comfort, has once again abandoned them and mislead them yet again and in my hopelessness, vow to never again trust you, yet even as I do, knowing that you have ordained I will seek you until I find you and am filled with love and strength and reach out and hold your hand to be led back to that arena.
The cross dissolves; my friends agony rips my ears and heart, though tortured parts and bits are mute, and I make a vow from the depths of my heart, a declaration from the place within me that goes beyond his body, beyond my soul, beyond my understanding, to never treat my friends the way you do, a vow to never turn my back on them as you do, no matter what the appearance; you may forever abuse your children, but I refuse to pass the abuse on. In and from the depths of my tortured mind and body I will accept a responsibility of the decision to respect life, all life, and to treat life with love and kindness. No God, no. There is no forgiveness for you. But I will forgive the demons, those helpless tools of your assemblage, and love my friends, comfort them, help them find all their separated tortured selves bathe their wounded knees and help them stand with dignity, help them stand on legs with unbent knees and together look the demons in their eyes and love them as they claw our flesh; their teeth splinter our bones for the last time. We are your victims no more and in our innocence shall love ourselves and each other to freedom.
POSTLUDE
I said to the almond tree speak to me of God and the almond tree blossomed
I wrote out this transcription of something interesting I read... it's called Psalm 16 and it's not written from the author's perspective but from a man's perspective who contradicts his own argument, but he contradicts it in the way that I do, which is essentially what I believe:
Psalm 16
PRELUDE
God speaks. Whoever seeks me finds me. Whoever finds me knows me. Whoever knows me loves me. Whoever loves me I love. Whomever I love I kill.
PSALM OF FORGIVENESS
Why do you hate us with an everlasting scorn? We cry out to you so pained there are those of us who do not survive, yet you remain mute. We believe in you, yet you turn the other cheek to our suffering. How can you carrot so much in front of our hearts as they whither and fall, desecrated, into the gutter; defiled by your silence; writhing with unsung songs. Our blood flows, sparks leap from synapse to synapse, but only to torture us, agonise us, with blood cursed by our minds: knees not only bent but raw and chewed with grit and vinegar and we too become mute, but not with indifference but the pain of abandonment. Endlessly we fight our demons as they flay us, mock us and jeer as they tear the eyes from our heads, powder our bones with jagged teeth and spit us out in hopeful, terrorised bits that struggle to crawl together. In your name. In your f**king myriad of names, trying to find that ineffable self in or beyond the bloodied and bloody scraps, only to face your impenetrable silence and the drawling, relentless demons who, time after time, tear and shred us, their breath befouled by our putrefying flesh.
I’ve looked in your direction. In what direction can I look that is not yours? And have been soothed with beauty, the heaviness of my heart lifted when I hear your song, as a stranger asks can I help you, but always, always, the song turns to screeching derision as the laughing child and smiling rose twist into demons claws and I cannot run, my legs unable to bear the weight of my hollow and tortured body because my knees are ripped and splintered from supplication and you strengthen me just enough to once again face the demons and smell my decayed flesh and dreams on their breath. Oh yes you strengthen me but only so I can once more provide an object to be tortured and yes you lead me, but only to the playground of my tormentors and from time to time I am nailed to the cross to watch as friends are lead by your promises into the arena and I see and hear their torment, all of my being rent from their cries as their flesh is slowly peeled and hear the screams of each tear as it rolls slowly down their bloodied bodies, crying, weeping because their God of love, the source of infinite comfort, has once again abandoned them and mislead them yet again and in my hopelessness, vow to never again trust you, yet even as I do, knowing that you have ordained I will seek you until I find you and am filled with love and strength and reach out and hold your hand to be led back to that arena.
The cross dissolves; my friends agony rips my ears and heart, though tortured parts and bits are mute, and I make a vow from the depths of my heart, a declaration from the place within me that goes beyond his body, beyond my soul, beyond my understanding, to never treat my friends the way you do, a vow to never turn my back on them as you do, no matter what the appearance; you may forever abuse your children, but I refuse to pass the abuse on. In and from the depths of my tortured mind and body I will accept a responsibility of the decision to respect life, all life, and to treat life with love and kindness. No God, no. There is no forgiveness for you. But I will forgive the demons, those helpless tools of your assemblage, and love my friends, comfort them, help them find all their separated tortured selves bathe their wounded knees and help them stand with dignity, help them stand on legs with unbent knees and together look the demons in their eyes and love them as they claw our flesh; their teeth splinter our bones for the last time. We are your victims no more and in our innocence shall love ourselves and each other to freedom.
POSTLUDE
I said to the almond tree speak to me of God and the almond tree blossomed
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