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Started by Solomon Zorn, September 15, 2013, 02:32:56 AM

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Mr.Obvious

"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Mike Cl

Quote from: Baruch on September 08, 2019, 01:18:07 PM
I am single, you are married.  It wouldn't be right for us to get married.  But I appreciate the Obsession ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEzoMPaUlF4
You'd be welcome--red bum and all.
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?<br />Then he is not omnipotent,<br />Is he able but not willing?<br />Then whence cometh evil?<br />Is he neither able or willing?<br />Then why call him god?

Mike Cl

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?<br />Then he is not omnipotent,<br />Is he able but not willing?<br />Then whence cometh evil?<br />Is he neither able or willing?<br />Then why call him god?

Baruch

Quote from: Mike Cl on September 08, 2019, 04:10:48 PM
A little--but that's all good. :))

Some monkeys are more equal than others - Atheist Farm
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ Å,a’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Baruch

"At Runnymede, at Runnymede,
Your rights were won at Runnymede!
No freeman shall be fined or bound,
Or dispossessed of freehold ground,
Except by lawful judgment found
And passed upon him by his peers.
Forget not, after all these years,
The Charter Signed at Runnymede."

And still when Mob or Monarch lays
Too rude a hand on English ways,
The whisper wakes, the shudder plays,
Across the reeds at Runnymede.
And Thames, that knows the moods of kings,
And crowds and priests and suchlike things,
Rolls deep and dreadful as he brings
Their warning down from Runnymede!

Rudyard Kipling
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ Å,a’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Mr.Obvious

#365
The wanderer and the farmer


Across solid stone and dirt, he wanders on
chasing the fading light of a setting sun.
A vagabond lone with mirth, troubles long gone
on his endless road that had never begun.

"A wanderer, a dreamer!", I spake onto him.
"So lost in his mind, he sees not where his feet lead."
Into the dark of worlds where beasts roam with grins grim;
with such poison my mind hastened my heart's beat.

"Come hither drifter and rest those soles most sore.
My house is small but safer than the world about.
Your ignorant smile my soul can bare no more."
With these words of worry I cursed and begged out loud.

He left me by walls of stone I dare not leave.
A sanctuary which I erected on my own.
At nights by the fire I still wonder in grief
whether he had more wisdom than he had shown.

Beyond my door the grounds are frozen and wolves howl.
He might be dead from lack of blood or lack of feed.
But nevertheless I am trapped and I do scowl.
For that smile which haunts me still, of fear was freed.




Live life to the fullest.
Always.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Gregory

On a Picture

briefly blancmange
transcendentalism -
a Rothko

Gregory

On Sunrise

orange crush
blancmange
how I feel
effervescence
suppressed

Gregory

On We Go

It is like Galileo said,
It still moves.

Baruch

Gregory needs English Lit lessons ;-)
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ Å,a’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Mr.Obvious

Veterans Anonymous

Cold coffee and a look of recognition;
the spoils for inflicting our own submission.
A few words spoken and heard, eyes of kindness,
one-eye's refuge amidst the blindness.

For we have seen more than one man ever should.
And have carried more than one man ever could
We few who outlived the lies went forgotten.
Left to our own devices; brains grown rotten.

Rotten with the haunting stank of blank corpses
all for the well-heard lies from unseen forces
who gave the chance, above all other things,
for maggots to eat our sins and earn their wings.

A man who kills, kills as well the killing boy
Then and now we are destroyed as we destroy.
So forget not to give one his earned token,
when the shattered are left to fix the broken.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Shiranu

Been reading a lot of Al Andalusian poetry lately, tried to give it a go.

---

Adonai,
before you I am a slug – struggling against dried soil.
Though I pray for rains to soften my journey, the skies are barren.

Here my body compresses, flowing through jagged Terra-turned-to-stone.
I feel it scrape upon me – tiny, bladed traps made of dried soil.

It is through your grace I feel the moisture of the root. I follow it's path, in fleeting touches – left in the dark, as I search for that drop of Nature's relief and find her flowing strands.

This plant which sustains me, is sustained by you - You are the light upon which it feeds.

Though I cannot see you – for I was not fit for eyes - your love reaches me through others.
All the evils that men cause to each other because of certain desires, or opinions or religious principles, are rooted in ignorance. [All hatred would come to an end] when the earth was flooded with the knowledge of God. - Moses Ben Maimon