Willful willful was my heart
Eager Eager was my soul
To devote itself to God
And to myself over all.

Keep the truth if nothing else
For yourself, if from the rest
That's the lesson I have learned
That's the virtue I have sold

Then--
I kicked and fought for freedom
From the hands that didn't hold
I rationalized and reasoned
Into faith, my life would mold.

So I hugged and kissed and reveled
New love was accorded ME
In his arms I would be strong
Through his mind my mind would be

So I did, I do, Believe. Truth, deception
Selfish human need
All webbed, all intertwined
Or perhaps, I'm just weed.

* I don't know if this poem makes sense to people. The man referred to, is an actual man - not a reference to God. It is not a description of solid faith. I wrote it because I'm experiencing a lack of faith and am wondering whether or not my motivation was wrong from the beginning.

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 02/14/2009 10:56PM by mg.

A lot of people seem to throw a lot of themselves out, replacing it with faith. Careful you don't throw anything important out.

It could be there is nothing worth saving. Particularly if there is no God. I used to think I knew things. I don't know anymore.

Well, I'm not sure you can rightly call yourself christian, or catholic, or whatever variant you previously were. I mean, someone admitting they don't know everything there is to know about everything.. Unheard of!

Regardless if there is a God, or twenty seven of them, or twenty eight less than that. You get one life that you are aware of. If it is not worth saving, quit using the oxygen the rest of us could use. Otherwise, cowboy up and go do something fun, exciting, and or good.

You're right, I should solve my problems with violence.

Haha Mr. P - you're adding to my words. I didn't claim to know everything, only somethings.

Merc - thanks. I did need to hear that. I'm not sure its worth saving but I'm not ready to take it yet soo...

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Urine, there are few problems that cannot be solved with a well placed charge of high explosives

I could spend the time from now until me death listing them.

try just one.

Putting my pants on.

If putting your pants on is a problem, then it can be solved.

Take one ounce of Comp C. add a single fused cap, one foot of fuse. Install the fuse in the cap, crimp the cap with your teeth. Insert the cap into the comp. C. Split the end of the fuse and put the head of a wooden match in the split, light this match head with another match. Hold it near your left ear for one twelve minutes and twelve seconds. The problem not only goes away for you, but for all who may come in contact with someone too stupid to put his pants on without trouble.

Don't come back with paraplagic, or other ailment. A neighbor of mine is in a wheelchair and can only use one arm. He dresses himself every morning before he goes out and mows the lawn, or some other activity.

That's one point for me, minus one for your poor attempts at artful dodgery.

But you miss one more point. I am the score keeper, not you. With your logic I can see how putting on your pants could be a problem.

I just can't figure out the part with the macaroni. Should I cook it before I put on the pants, or just shave first?

Fuse, silly....not Fusilli

mg, your poem reminds me of some of Dorothy Parker's poems, though a little more cryptic.

I suggest you don't need that singleton line 'Then--'

Ian

George Carlin does a nice bit on God. I've always thought that faith was just an excuse to suppress our logic and reason, and to get people to stop asking WHY? It's like fate, where the argument is just circular.

Pity about the occasional rhymes coupled with weak meter.

Dorothy Parker? Ian, it's been a while, but I had recalled you fondly as a sensible man!

Thank you Chesil, Obiwan, and Ian for reading and commenting. It isn't a great poem, just working through some thoughts, clumsily.

I have not heard of Dorothy Parker. Do you recommend her writing? I'll look for something by her. thanks.

Here's a thread where we discuss her, and there's some links within


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