Poetical Justice

Thanks babes, both of you fab

To smile, to laugh, to live,
These are all human things.
Another, needs must, to die,
If faithful, to ascend on wings.
Heaven, the reward for a devoted life,
Shown by payment to the church.
The paycheque of an ageing pope,
All part or a meaningless search.
The quest, the goal, the reason for this hope,
Is the grail, the meaning of life.
To these ‘purified’ souls, more important,
Than money, power, or wife.
These people, safe in western white homes,
Think nothing of death,
The pain of hunger,
The tortured last breath.
To them, to you, to us,
It is all a world away,
We think of it, a pause, a joke,
How witty, how funny, how fey.
Indeed I know, what I say,
What I do, how I do it,
Tomorrow, the next, a month from now,
I’ll say something. What a hypocrite.
A poem, full of anger, directed at all,
At myself, at society, at racists,
Dammit all, if I could, I would,
But t’would be too long, even shortened lists.
Do I have a point? Well, do I?
I have no idea of any of this,
Maybe I should scream in anger,
Go find an ass to kiss.
Could it be a pitiful attempt,
To change something, anything?
To convince myself care,
Of the simple man more than the king?
If so it hasn’t worked, or won’t,
Our world is shit, full of the rich,
I bet you’re thinking stupid hippy,
****ing *****. Yeah, our world is shit.

Religion is the belief of the masses
That life must have a point.
Without it many would not survive.
Death would be rife.

As is natural, each faith passes
Believer numbers waxing and waning,
Like an unholy moon.
And as wars are fought in God’s names

Real deities weep. Life is theirs,
Not ours. And so we kill,
Thinking we have the right.
Many kill without reason,

And so we condemn them.
But religion does as religion will,
And religion always knows best.
Like some twisted parent

Possibly teacher. We must understand,
Religion always knows best.
Always listened to by
The voters in a country,

Some separation of church and state.
The first question to be asked is;
This power was given. Why?
Many answers to this question

Only one of which can be true,
Much like a logic puzzle.
However, what we must know is
An answer lost in the mists of time.

I cannot answer it
As I worship no religion.
Faith is not my lord,
But thine.

Nice poem Kerri! 😄

Trickster, very impressive 🙂

Aching For You

Every night the hum of my computer calls out ot me...

I am terrified to turn it off...
I ache for you.

I long for the rush I get...
the joy, passion, and sheer overwhelming desire I feel...
when you sign in.

We meet in secret... for our lives are complicated...
stealing moments of each others time...
as we hold on to each other...through the wires.

I cherish every moment we share...
getting to know each other...
holding on to hope.

I ache for your touch,
long for one kiss...
and know that forever is not too long to wait for you.

nobody knows me!

I sit here and yell at you
but you hold me close to you!
As i feel myself cry
you offer me a tissure!
When i run off loads of questions
you simply have all the answers.
No body knows me but you!

When its cold out
your like my blanket!
when im alone and afraid
you the light in the darkness!
When i feel like a failure
You hold my head up high
Nobody knows me but you!

So I write you this poem to simply say thanks!
Your a wonderful guy and i love you to bits!
~ # ~ # ~
I wrote this for a friend on Kmc who has been there for me in the darkest of times!

The Secrets That Still Awaits

Planning ourselves a future
While making alittle past
We tread in the shallow waters
Which makes our friendship last

We have our little secrets
Which makes it all worth while
You travel through my thoughts at day
And when I'm alone, your number is all I dial

You never let me down
With everything you teach me
And you're always there with a lending ear
Whichever the case may be

And I can't forget our "sessions"
I think you know what I mean
It keeps my mind busy during college
Reciting every little scene

You and I get along great
And we hardly ever fight
And if we do, we talk it out
Face it, you and I are tight

I wrote this poem for a bit of fun!

My love fool!

I can push all the right buttons
say all the right things
cause i know deep inside
he is my little love fool

My cyber crush!

I met this guy
who is sweet and totally funny!
And everytime we speak
I flirt with him like crazy!
But does he think
its just for fun
because im the first
to really act this way!
Or does he really know that
he's my cyber crush!

Absolutely Fan-taz-ma-riffic, Jax......

Your expressions are dipped in luv......

Thanks Doobs

Theyre sensational Sarah, absolutely devine.

Thanks kossie

Originally posted by D-Double
Our souls touched
a miracle that woke my eyes open
Love you so much
my pillow is wet from tears soaked in

Time stopped moving
I was frozen with your image
life was suddenly so soothing
broken hearts were instantly mended

Moving much faster
We were rapped up in each other
knowing love as our master
We laughed with one another

Changes came demanding
an unsaid understanding
but I know how I'm feeling
is not was I was planning

Many mysteries upon us
that will never be solve
the last pages are blank
and we're no longer involved

I love you
and you feel for me in same
but the truth washes over
colder than November rain

I have never seen this before! It has left me in tears!

....sad days.....sad words......

It’s mine. My personal anger.
Directed at anything. Terrorism,
Catholicism, Racists,
George W. Bush. ****ing wanker.
Pisses me off. Criticism,
Religion. I could make lists.
Right now, in this car,
What pisses me off most I me,
A shit poem, I could say anything,
I’m too selfish to take it far,
Maybe my conscience has a key,
Or maybe the mind is king,
As I think I realise,
Another thing I hate,
Something that makes me angry,
Governmental lies,
American policies, a UN wait,
I hope it’s not just me.
But anyway, that’s it,
A few things. The pope, me,
Racism, that American wanker.
The things that make me feel shit,
Pity it’s not a perfect world, but see,
It’s mine. My personal anger.

I apologise if I offend with this poem - it isn't meant to. I had just had a really bad experience when reading through forums.catholic and I found what the majority of people were saying horrifying.

Jesus was a God
Or so I have been told
By the true believers
Those who deserve the world

You’re not allowed to think
Your sight’ll be too clear
Christianity dictates,
You’re kept in line by fear.

But if you could you’d see,
What I have always seen.
Watching with my eyes
Not through a TV screen.

And if you could you’d know,
What I have always known.
Your lives are all controlled
Not as free as they’re shown

And yes, there is a trinity.
But it’s not a holy search.
One people, one government
One everlasting church.

There’s no separation of church
Nor state. It’s impossible
The church rules the people,
To make its coffers full.

It dictates the votes
And so politicians must pray
To show their devotion and faith
They have to swing the church’s way.

So brush away the film
That is in your eye.
Look clearly, think individually,
See the truth behind the lie.

You’ve only got till death,
For some heaven is reward.
For others it’s the end –
Love Jesus Christ the lord.

Or you’ll be told off all too soon,
By an ever-present spirit.
Show them you’re not scared,
Tell them you don’t fear it.

And so I say ‘fini’,
My message is at the end,
Take my meaning in,
Treat it as a friend.

Even though I'm a believer, that poem I really liked, verry impressive, yet again. 🙂

Thank you Kosta. I tryed showing my poems to some of my friends at school, but they were just kind of indifferent to them, and I'm sort of scared to show them to my English teacher.

Trickster > That religion poem is when written.....👆

At the end of a rainbow
I wait here for you
I'm here by myself
with nothing to do...

...but bask in the sun
and soak in my dreams
where all is real
and exactly as it seems

...and as it should be
I'm lost in my thoughts
missing my love
and kicking the rocks

My hand is outstretched
longing for yours
at the end of the rainbow
where love means much more