It would appear to be easy to express contrition, merely with the simple task of opening the heart.
Easy to utter what so often needs to be heard.
Soft, warm, firm.
and yet…
what a hard explanation, of course you heard
excuses and bluster
tearing reality to clothe in fantasy
No.
No, it is hard to say I’m sorry as the next step is regret.
How can one lose interest in activities or hobbies which match what we are?
A fisherman never tires of fishing. A stamp collector never tires of collecting stamps. A politician never tires of striving for power over others. So, the question is illogical, the answers are lies, unless… Unless you are me.
Yes, there was a falling out as my duty to God was lost in one way and found in another. Every organization needs a fall guy, a scapegoat, someone to blame. That member is me. I became something for something to blame.
“He’s the fault!”
“He’s the problem!”
“Get behind me Satan!”
Exactly. See? I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. My activities are to harass and demean God. I am supposed to entice, tease, and destroy any morality a soul bearing creature has.
I’m great at my job and as such my interest only increases, my activities are multiplied by uncountable percent.
So no, those who have activities or hobbies of which they truly enjoy will not lose interest in them.
And you should believe me as I know all, after all, my name is Satan.
Tonight the wolves devour the coyote, a choice made by circumstance
Treaty was broken with a king breaking his obedience
and now the coyotes will die.
Watch the red eyes; paws padded against the abrasive stance of disrespect
Tails low to the trail as they conduct the actions of vegeance
But first, as in all matters, they too must pay a toll.
Today Ray revealed he is a rock leprechaun. It is easy to spot as the planets aligned while the rain fell.
A grin as his love of stone far outweighed the puny power gold has over him.
Not to be deterred, his vice is the hardest stone of all…
Diamonds
While next to him raged the heart of a Monster.
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A poem to reflect the salmon river, the leprechaun, and the piece of petrified wood gifted by one whose lust to hoard the precious pieces protected now by more than make-believe.
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They don’t know nor can they, how to be in the presence of stone
They don’t listen or smell
Conversation is beyond imagination
Treading upon with impunity to achieve their goals.
To have climbed a tree once those millions of years ago
Carving initials into the bark
Watching the time wash away frailty and bringing eternity.
Here you are again, old friend…
Do you remember that day of whisper?
Swimming between the dreams
And thank you ‘Ray’
for not choosing the worn path
of Gold.
Seriously WordPress? You ask a question, a most important and serious question only to be ambiguous. Why? Afraid to know the real answer?
Your daily writing prompt should be, “The most important invention in your life is…”
‘Lifetime’ is singular. It is a word denoting a finite existence. It means you had no life before and no life after you ‘die’.
So, what is death? An easy question? Let me tell you in a simple way you might understand… i do not, nor ever have, experienced death.
i only know Life, or etrnity if your brain lobes are missing parts and pieces, let me expand.
You might not believe this but i am eternal. Before the gibberish you understand as fact regarding evolution or creation, i already had Life.
Now, (getting a bit bored with this topic) The most IMPORTANT invention in my Life is when God, the ultimate scientist, invented life.
There was once that time where I could run through the forest with the energy of a large bull elk. Trumpeting my success, my prowess, my life.
Full of strength and vigor. Breeding with beautiful and willing females. Taking and mounting as many as my lungs could endure.
Sated and full, there was the endless fields of food for as far as the horizon could be. Satisfying my thirst with the clearest cold pure water a mountain stream could offer.
Life was good until the day I was harvested by a hunter wearing an orange vest. My last view was to have my throat slit by the hunters knife to drain my blood.
My body was consumed by many, my bones discarded, my hide, head, and majestic rack of horns were changed to become as eternal as possible so the hunter could sit in his chair and remember the day of the wonderful hunt.
And while I no longer have life, I have body. My glass eyes glazed for eternity, my horns secure their place in the den of man.
For me now my best day is the day a servant vacuums the dust off of my hide while she hums a popular human song and thinks of her boyfriend fucking her as if he too, were a wild bull elk.
Two brothers. Both men. Both strong. Both from a good family.
One brother was named Cain. The other brother, Abel.
Cain killed his brother in anger thus giving birth to me and my countless generations.
So many events, so much time. Passing in a blur as brother killed brother and sister killed sister. No one was spared. No one was immune.
My perspective has not changed, it has only confirmed the purity of my bloodline.
I go by many names, Mandela, Hitler, Bush, Obama. I use all names to include yours.
My real name. A birthright earned a very long time ago is a simple name. A perfect name for what little humanity resides inside.
My name is, odium.
Hello. My name is Mugamo. I learn English from white missionary. He come village in time for great dinner of my peoples.
White man speak of god who scare my people. He say god no like our ways. Says we much repent for sins.
My favorite thing to cook was white missionary. Very greasy and much juice of fat.
Very taste good!
As respect we said thanks before meal.
Amen.
I like this word.
Human: i do not like this word
Do you believe in God?
“Yes.”
Prove God exists
“Okay.”
So?
“What?”
I said to prove that God exists. I don’t see any proof. You don’t have any proof do you. There is no God.
(a smile)
“Who do you think you’re looking at?”
You? You think you are God?
“Well, you think you are an atheist who does not believe in God.”
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