When time was young
And man chose to speak in tongues
A race stood mighty and strong
Making the others to hide and run
As time flew & ancient teachings dissolve
Thousand factions rose from one
Dominating pagans to call on a resolve
Slowly diminishing it to almost none
Beliefs came into exist
Preaching man and as the almighty
Some messiahs, Some as saints,
Some misinterpreted to being the deity
Salved into the new order
Or perish as unholy rebels of GOD
A choice of being hung or slaughtered
All in the name of a religion and their lord
It not easy to comply
When everyone seek further more
Only to be shown a broken defy
But ironic it is..... every religion has paganism as it's core.
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copyright(c)2007 sixthjan
sorry its just a hurried write written for a friend who believe in it! my gift to u mate!
Come Dance with my Mind!
Another language
WELCOME
This is a lazy attempt in trying to nudge you into my strange world, my logical yet illogical concept on life and existence.
Me trying to speak to you is what I call bad customized poetry.
This gift of imagining or “being nuts” - is inbuilt in my psyche... I dont expect everyone to understand, but I enjoy a good questionnaire.
Unfortunately, my writing skills do lack the expertise... one might expect a writer to have. But I think all those years of kneeling in the Teacher’s Staff Rooms had its own perks.
Fortunately, though I have been blessed with unbelievable friends who go as far as possible and then a bit more to help me CORRECT. ( you TOO are always welcome )
Strangers are welcome too because they comment without any emotional attachment towards me.
I am honoured to have you all read and critics on my writes.
It’s more my pleasure than anyone else.
Cheers!
CAUTION :
In case of nausea after reading some of my writes…It helps to sit down drink a glass of water and breath deep breathes till the pounding stops.
For anything more severe please consult the nearest physiatrist to escape permanent damage.
Me trying to speak to you is what I call bad customized poetry.
This gift of imagining or “being nuts” - is inbuilt in my psyche... I dont expect everyone to understand, but I enjoy a good questionnaire.
Unfortunately, my writing skills do lack the expertise... one might expect a writer to have. But I think all those years of kneeling in the Teacher’s Staff Rooms had its own perks.
Fortunately, though I have been blessed with unbelievable friends who go as far as possible and then a bit more to help me CORRECT. ( you TOO are always welcome )
Strangers are welcome too because they comment without any emotional attachment towards me.
I am honoured to have you all read and critics on my writes.
It’s more my pleasure than anyone else.
Cheers!
CAUTION :
In case of nausea after reading some of my writes…It helps to sit down drink a glass of water and breath deep breathes till the pounding stops.
For anything more severe please consult the nearest physiatrist to escape permanent damage.
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1 comment:
I have no words.. would try to come back again...
Godbless and may you live longest, outshinign me to write all these beauties..
Hugs... bro...
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