Silent spaces

Have violent faces.

Life will blast to traces.

Exploding in the radius.

Nobody made me-- nobody made us.

I'm that shark with hands and feet on the beach

Cutting throats with imbedded teeth in my speech.

Hell's wall crumbles beneath what I teach

Unleashing a relentless, unmentionable release.

Making that internal burning for eternal peace--

Like God, deceased, 

Dying in the domino of falling life as I'm increased.

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BOO! When it comes to God, and all of that, I simply suspend my thoughts and rest on the sturdy platform of being sure that I just don't know.

In order to live honestly I refuse to pretend that I do know about God and death, and what comes next. There are enough people that claim ownership of unproven ideas, and really, they only serve to divide people into sections of animosity.

With this poem I'm playing devil's advocate in a sense-- I just can't resist! A philosopher named Friedrich Nietzsche, argued that god is dead-- which means that, according to his argument, god once existed. In order for God to die 'it' must have first lived. An idea well worth pondering.

updated Jun 13 '09 by Tad_Winslow