God discussions

In discussions about God

I find it rather odd

That evidence demands such small attention,

Some accept uncritically

What from others they would see

As nothing more than obvious invention.

Archie

Archie was an ugly man
Of quite unpleasant face
His nose looked rather ill at ease
And slightly out of place

In fact his nose was quite depressed
And feeling out of sorts
And though it never said too much
Had suicidal thoughts

Archie never had a clue
Of his nose's mental state
But sometimes wondered why it had
Become so quiet of late

It was late on Tuesday evening
When the fire was burning low
That Archie's nose decided
That it was time to go

So striking out upon its own
It started a new life
Finding happiness at last
With an earlobe for a wife

My Bed

My bed, it is a safe place
It's where I like to be
I'm pretty sure that nothing bad
Will happen there to me


To curl up with a good book
My wife beside me there
I can safely put away my fears
My worries and my care

And if it's gently raining
It's even better then
I find it difficult to think
Of getting out again

Sp given that I feel this way
I think it's safely said
There is no problem big enough
That can't be solved in bed

So let's all take the generals
And tuck them tightly in
Tiptoe out, turn off the light
And let the peace begin

Youth

Youth is wasted on the young
We've always known that's true
And so I have a simple plan
For what we need to do

Remove their youth is what I say
Excise it surgically
Put it in a bottle
And inject it into me 

Intelligent Design

The universe is mostly bare
Cold hydrogen and space
With random plops of galaxies
Like pimples on its face


And stars are born in violent storm
In gravity's dark grip
As nuclei are crushed torn
In fusion forces rip


While on our tiny speck of dust
Of ancient nova scree
The rare phenomenon of life
Began haphazardly


Almost all the life life forms
That e'er drew breath or blinked
Have disappeared unheralded 
Forgotten and extinct


And still there are some bozos
Of religious frame of mind
Who think this mess in which we live
Is majestically designed

Willy Wonka is a freak

Willy Wonka is a freak, originally uploaded by ordinary-art.

Integrity

Integrity, originally uploaded by ordinary-art.

Clouds

Clouds, originally uploaded by ordinary-art.

The Aquaduck

The Aquaduck, originally uploaded by ordinary-art.

Silver Splinter

Silver splinter in the sky
Lodges in my still mind's eye
People in that javelin hurled
Fly above the passing world
Looking out they do not see
Rushing on from A to B

Jerusalem

Woke up late this morning
Cloud across the sun
Gathered up my blanket
Waved to everyone
Later on I'm walking
Holding out my thumb
Guy pulls over and says to me
'I'm on the road to Jerusalem'

I ask him why he travels
What he hopes to find
He looks in my direction
And just says 'Never mind'
I thought about a song I knew
I began to hum
There's not a lot to talk about
On the road to Jerusalem

Stop to buy a coffee
Put some petrol in the tank
Bought myself a paper
But it turns out it was blank
It happens when you're led by
The blind and deaf and dumb
Maybe we can learn something
On the road to Jerusalem

There's many miles behind us
And many more to go
The maps we have are useless
There's too much that they don't show
Kerouac lies bleeding
Another highway bum
Used up and defeated
On the road to Jerusalem

There's mountains out before me
Rising from the plain
But they don't get any closer
As we drive on through the rain
I sometimes get the feeling
That we'll drive 'til Kingdom come
And never see another soul
On the road to Jerusalem

Accident

The trivial trigonometry of chance

Writes in scratchy script

Unreadable to the layman

Line and symbol unhinged

Aimlessly wandering, bleeding

No heed to line or order

Growing dull mold stain

Colonising the pores of opportunity

Snaking along fault lines,

The random architecture of stress and strain

Entropy builds behind the dam walls

Chaos spins in crazed jittery dances

Disaster dreams in darkness

Nostrils twitching

Eyes flickering behind crusted eyelids

The pressure of probability

Prowls outside the unguarded gates

The Green

The seething closeness after recent rain,
The trees relieved,
Ancient priests of Eden’s keep,
Steaming green,
Cleaned leaves gleaming,
Dreaming deep green dreams
Deeper than reason,
Sweet and seamless,
Vision dim but still seeing,
Being,
Easing into release.
Real ease,
Breezes teasing the healing leaf
No need of redeeming
Having never been deceived,
Never believing the freezing speech of winter,
But reaching easy agreement
With seed and spirit:
The keys of freedom.

Not appeasing or pleading
Or ill at ease and needy as we ever seem to be,
Greedy, feeding like unheeded, unimpeded centipedes and millipedes
The heat of receding sweetness leading us on,
Bleeding, feeble, diseased and dreamless,
Sleeping uneasily,
Fearing peace itself

But all our dear unheeded seers,
They see, they hear,
Each peered reading of leaf and stream
Leading to keening cries.
Kneeling here they grieve
For each reedy spear that disappears,
Receding out of reach.
They seek to teach
To intercede
To plead the clear weaving
Of flesh and seed,
But we jeer at their meaning.
We deem them unneeded
Merely peeling bells
Appealing to inflamed feeling
Interfering
While we,
We heave them beneath our feet
We feasting beasts,
We teeming blasphemers,
We least of these

Blessed

Blessed are those who stay afloat in a sea of doubt,
Not because they cling with desperation to the flotsam and jetsam of shipwrecked faith,
But because they let go.

Blessed are they who face themselves with a fierce honesty,
Who, with integrity, transform themselves,
Their life an art.

Blessed are they who inspire,
Whose lives burn with a glow that,
Though it may consume them,
Warms others who are near,
Comforted by that costly light.

Blessed are they who are honest in the face of deception,
Humble in the face of pride,
And tender in the face of violence.

Blessed are they who can speak from the heart,
Whose words, free from device, bear the fragrance of wet earth and grass.

Blessed are they who laugh,
Whose wit and playfulness can puncture the pompous and deflate the demi-god,
Not even sparing themselves from their trickster ways.

Blessed are they who sing,
Whose voices cannot be contained by simple speech or prose,
But who must rage and rejoice with Angel tongue.

Blessed are they,
For theirs is the kingdom of the earth (which is heaven).
They will partake of blood and sap and spit and sweat.
They will truly live.

Navels

What's with navel oranges?
I mean, how can that be?
They aren't members in good standing
Of the mammal family

Only mammals can have navels
And furry skin to boot,
I'm not sharing navels
With some stupid little fruit

Wear your navel as a badge of pride,
Placental mammals rise!
I'll eat that stupid orange
And make sure that he dies!

Waves

Do you think
You've always been
An ego bound within a skin?

Maybe you
And maybe me
Are waves on an eternal sea

Separate
For a little time
But One beneath the water line

The Banana Adventures

That brave and bold Banana
Adventurer was he
He sailed over the ocean waves
Across the briny sea

To the jungles of the Amazon
Where he trekked both night and day
In search of buried treasure
In a green and red beret

Until, one night, in jungle camp
Still brave and bold, but vaguely damp
A troop of monkeys gathered near
And Banana, wracked with fear
Paid a ransom for his hide
And thus survived when he might have died

In morning's light relieved but sore
Standing on the jungle floor
In deepest tones an oath he swore
To go adventuring no more
And homeward then, he sadly went
Dignified,
But slightly bent

Seven League Boots

One step, two steps
See them sprawl,
One galaxy amongst them all

Three Steps, four steps
Blinked and missed 'em
One tiny little solar system

Five Steps, six steps
What does it mean?
One planet coloured blue and green

The seventh step
Just look and see:
One tiny you, one little me

Tiger, Tiger

Tiger, tiger burning bright,
Who was it who set you alight?
From where I sit, it seems that that's
Cruelty to pussy cats!

Fetch some water quickly, dear
Fetch it fast and bring it here
A meaning new without a doubt
To putting that poor pussy out.

Evolution

Evolution marches on
What's here today may soon be gone
And as the aeons on doth roll
Evolution takes its toll
On creatures past their use-by date
So you better watch out, mate,
If stupidity's extinction's sign
Then you could be the first in line!