myth or religion

short thought; 

when does a religion become just another dead myth? 

who is to say the ancient beliefs are any less possible? 

When writing a history of the ancients, why can’t they be known as beliefs instead of myths? 

127. (new) fleeting thought

my belief, i cannot choose
it lifts me up and gives me the blues,
how can i decide
whether to believe in You?

we either believe or we don’t
though our minds may be changed.
but to choose what you believe
seems awfully strange.

117. (new) If God…

if God kept showing himself
like an over-bearing parent,
how could we enjoy our ‘freedom’?

76. Self Harming Psalm (new)

Primary Provider.
Initial Inspirer.
Silent Supporter.
Inconspicuous Conspirer.
Majestic Majority.
Masterful Minority.
The Veda and Gita.
Casual Conceiver.
Belief of the Disbeliever.
Decision of the Deceiver.
Ultimate Receiver.

Quote of the Day: Bhagavad Gita As It Is.

Chapter 18. Conclusion–The Perfection of Renunciation
TEXT 66

sarva-dharman parityajya
mam ekam saranam vraja
aham tvam sarva-papebhyo
moksayisyami ma sucah

SYNONYMS

sarva-dharman–all varieties of religion; parityajya–abandoning; mam–unto Me; ekam–only; saranam–surrender; vraja–go; aham–I; tvam–you; sarva–all; papebhyah–from sinful reactions; moksayisyami–deliver; ma–not; sucah–worry.

TRANSLATION

Abandon all varieties of religion and just surrender unto Me. I shall deliver you from all sinful reaction. Do not fear.

national this and that day

let’s create equality by making things non-equal.
i don’t believe in fairness or rights…ok… i teach my kid about fairness and rights but how does one thing have more right than another?
i don’t have any real Right to anything but we are taught from a young age to take what is rightfully ours.
every good child on the planet gets a visit from Santa…well…apart from the lost south american tribes. equality and rights. maybe Santa is rascist or something?
women want us all to be equal, well, except on wimmins day.
something about how men are arseholes i think, as if life should be fair.
fair? while there are kids starving in the Third world? i thought earth was the third world? we should be in it together!
fair is when no-one gets a special day…that would be fair.
lets knock all these stupid special days on the head, easter and crimbo included!
i don’t need a calendar to remind me to treat the lil brat or other loved ones!
and remember, all these special days whether fathers or mothers day or gay day (is there a hetrosexual day?), they are thought up by money makers. which is fine if you have money, but then don’t complain that you are treated unfairly, just remember while you eat your choccy or smell your flowers…the starving millions that shit in the communal pond or ditch, fat with malnutrition. where do they get their water from while you drink wine from a crystal glass?

55. Glutton for Punishment

i’m a glutton for punishment
don’t look at me with such astonishment
everythin i do is wrong
for instance, take a look at this song
can’t even toke on a decent bong
without coughing my guts up
forever stuck in a rut
i wanna work but i hate waking up
never had the best of luck
i’m a glutton for punishment
much to my detriment.
Glutton. But tough like mutton.
the long way round always feels quicker
this country mouse aint no city-slicker
i cycled the miles and i walked on by
i never did learn to drive
jus get high and walk on by.
Aah that’s the life.

erm

well, today i posted my 50th poem or blog, whichever you prefer.
There are still some snippets for me to release as per usual but now that i’ve weathered a month or two, i can feel my blog tastebuds maturing.
i’ve been writing for over fifteen years (sometimes more often than others), usually with some fascinating music in the background. Music is magic.
Tommy Emmanuel, Pink Floyd, Rush, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, The Exploited. Led Zep.
JJ Cale, John Lee Hooker, Cream, seasick Steve, William Elliot Whitmore, The Doors.
even Hari Krsna chanting if i’m in the mood.
Ganja helps me write, and a lack of it helps me write.
Mary Jane i love
She sings to my broken heart
Addiction aint smart.

i used to have ideas of being a songwriter, seems silly now, my lyrics are hardly mainstream and would probably only suit progressive rock music.

instead i realised that poetry for the sake of poetry isn’t a bad thing if done correctly.
my friends would hardly agree and i can understand why. maybe its my gemini moon 🙂 maybe i smoke too much hehehehehe

i hate religion. everyone does gods will whilst serving their own wants. i’m a hypocrite but at least i’m a failure according to my own belief, not someone elses.
i love Faith. believing in something even when there is no proof.
i believe in Krishna or krsna, just another name for God, to be honest i dont care what his name is, he feels right.
i asked a Witness if my dog had a soul and she said no.
i cannot believe that some creatures are better than others, whether cow or horse or man or insect.
really i should be vegetarian but i accept my karma with a begrudging nod of the head, my life as an englishman isn’t so bad. i’ll probably have to reclimb the rebirth ladder hehehe

but that’s why my soul is here, it saw the beauty of God’s evolving creation and wanted to partake,

i would write about science but i’m just a failed geek and too stoned to remember things, but i think Quantum physics is pretty cool, i can watch hours of Michio Kaku and Brian Cox.

Once again, thank you guys n girls for reading my errant thoughts.

46. Flee the Earth

So, you wanna flee the earth my friend,
But why?
Say you wanna leave this earth my friend
You could be an Eagle and fly
You could at least try
But not in this lifetime of material grime
First you gotta die, leave your cold body lie.
You may again be alive,
You may be a Seal that loves to dive
Or a Shark with zeal who loves to
Bribe the Seal with teeth that bite.

For, beyond, the sky looks cold.
Even with a sun so bold that
We could never hope to hold.

44. guilty

i feel you by my side
can hear you sigh
that i haven’t got life right

ok i know i could try harder
take on the truth of Prabhupada
if only i was smarter

maybe i’m a weak man
though i should be meek man
can’t even quit the weed man

am i wise if i decline
the hand of He who is most sublime
surely this would be a crime

guilty as can be
materiality
is all i want or see