catholic protestant jewish islamic bureaucracy
of belief
that isn't mine
not for me divine
your way's not mine
ok?
so when it leads to war play
ground swelling death and compounds
of inhumanity
for the sake of your profanity
don't bring it my way
your book's not my book
your take's not my take
your way's not my way
so don't drag me into your play
ground
full to bursting with your ideology
I'm sick of your desire for burning effigies
of gods and lords and saints and things
that don't bring
harmony on dove's wings
prayer time
confess time
rules that bind
bells that chime
voices that call
dogma and all
aren't my ball
game
for varied
ways of being
but not this inhumane
way of living
being
told by voices unheard
what to do how to act
f*ck that
I need to know
who it is that says
stop or go
bullshit living through a pulpit
of split cut sliced and diced
belief systems and requiems
to free will and personal truths
just
believing something from youth
that was indoctrinated
causing the 'rest' to be alienated
as each is made to believe he is right
the only route to some light
and all others will be in the dark
or burning while your world
just keeps on turning
with angels and virgins
and misty space
get out of my face
with your imagining
keep it to yourself...
you've seen what sharing it brings
here then's my prayer to my god of the air that I breathe that keeps me live and well not in hell but here and now where I am with who I'm with cause this is it
what I've got
not what you've got
not what could be
not what maybe
but what it is that now brings what this is the words that sing as a hallelujah to a god, a creator of the moment whose atonement is not sought but is brought with the gift that this moment is
each
and now
and next
and then
this is when and this is when I give thanks for this time that's all mine all I own, my precious divine it's what I make it ...not how I take it
what I choose
how I use it
this is it
and this again and nowhere in my moment's holy scripture does it say to kill another who doesn't too
believe in all that I do
doesn't pray to the god of now ...the deity of the moment
the father the lord the master the servant the giver the taker the holy motherfucking queen of nature giving all that there is the ultimate omnipotent one true god to one soul and another still seeking to find eachother so that we can finally be a religion just like you and we too can have our way and have our say and have our pray and you can come play too on our sacred ground of here and now in this moment easily found
here then is another sacrament to chew
over taste for truth
savour for flavour
for essence of godliness
holiness
glory be to almighty-ness
...be blessed by the moment
to each his own
to each his belief
to each what he may
to each free to pray
to whoever it is that floats his boat
that warms his shackles
and provides coloured coat
to each his own
to each his relief
to each what it takes
to make him complete
to each let it be what will be right for them
to each let it be their personal amen
and to each let him find a deity of CHOICE
...not only the one with the loudest voice
silent faith
a quiet grace
