*ahem* As an abstract artist, I feel the need to spew out abstract writings as well. This would be controversial if anyone actually read my writing, but since no one does, I'm safe spewing away. R+R if you please!
~Artesania
God
They say
Will save us all
Send his son
The Messiah
For our salvation.
But why
do we need
To be saved
From this life?
This life
In which we live
from day to day
Feeling
And seeing
Everything that's there.
As apposed to
Not feeling
And not seeing
This god
Who is "our father"
I know my father
The man who sired me
Who married
The woman he loves
And thus
Here I am.
I need no "father"
As long as I have
mine earthly own.
If this will buy
My eternity in hell
My only question is,
What if
Tongues of flame
Aren't reality
To some of us?
If there is no hell
Sacred utopia
Is a question
In its own.
If this heaven
Is Utopia
A sacred, sheltered
Holy Utopia
What exactly is it
That we need
To be sheltered from?
This tentative existence
Of evil and hell, perhaps?
Evil
Is bloodshed
Of innocent civilians
Pierced
By an arrow
Of hatred and intolerance
Of another's religion
and deity.
Once dead
Fresh roadkill
In an unfortunate crash
On a road of life.
Those souls
Reach up
To be accepted
And lifted into heaven
By unearthly arms
Those same limbs
That push
Questioning souls
Down into
Eternal fiery death.
I have nothing to fear
Because from where I stand
My skies
Are empty
Godless
With no heaven
To work for.
But do I care
That I have nothing to worship?
Nothing to devote
My life to?
Must I really search
For something out there
That will
Supposedly
Save me from hell
"I won't cry
no I won't."
My saviors
are my friends
my sacred Utopia
Being surrounded
By those I love
In times of struggle
Sparked by what?
But religion.
What I want
Is to be
With the people
Who I love.
I will devote
My life and soul
To them
Earthly beings
Who I see
And have no need
To question.
Does it matter
If those I love
Are of the same
And opposite
Genders as me?
God said
In the bible
That he who lies
With a man like him
Shall be burned
By hungry flames
Fueled by the screams
Of those
Who dared to show love
For someone
Of their own.
The eager flames
Licking his body
That did nothing wrong
But love.
I don't care
For they are
The men and women
Who I love.
"As long as you
stand by me"
Stand by me.
Why must I search?
If I have those
who I care for
Right by me?
To be
Or not to be
That
Is the question.
Être ou ne pas être, c'est la question.
Fin