Agnostic Believer
Respectful Revolutionary, Intangible Idealist, Pre-emptive Pacifist, Bullo Amichevole, Bruttino
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Christianity's Role
There are good people and there are bad people and there are misinformed or ill informed or uninformed people, who are in the majority. There are people who think they know everything and there are people who know that what they know can only scratch the surface of truth.
In every religion and religious sect and in every community and every party and in every facet of life there are good and bad people. There are people who are doing the right thing and probably don't realize it or truly understand it. Likewise there are people doing the wrong thing who don't realize it or understand.
I'm a Christian, and I am against many things, but I hold judgment, because that is the Christian way. We are peaceful. It's God who will execute judgment in his omnipotent view. Otherwise, only a leader of government 'holds the sword'.
I hate to see the deadly dangerous path that is being taken in Egypt and has already been taken in other parts of the Middle East. I don't see how Muhammad can call Jesus a 'prophet' and meanwhile people believe that they have the right to behead someone who leaves the Muslim faith or stone someone who commits adultery or is a homosexual, etc. I'm not a gay activist. But I don't believe they should be put to death for what they do. Jesus taught the opposite. None of us are perfect, or can cast judgment. The government holds the sword, but I don't believe that was its intent. I believe if a government stays true to the Christian faith, only those who are a real threat to others should be put to death.
One day our eyes will be opened. I hope that many of the good Muslim people will come to realize the truth. Just like I hope that Christians hold to the truth, because we haven't always.
In every religion and religious sect and in every community and every party and in every facet of life there are good and bad people. There are people who are doing the right thing and probably don't realize it or truly understand it. Likewise there are people doing the wrong thing who don't realize it or understand.
I'm a Christian, and I am against many things, but I hold judgment, because that is the Christian way. We are peaceful. It's God who will execute judgment in his omnipotent view. Otherwise, only a leader of government 'holds the sword'.
I hate to see the deadly dangerous path that is being taken in Egypt and has already been taken in other parts of the Middle East. I don't see how Muhammad can call Jesus a 'prophet' and meanwhile people believe that they have the right to behead someone who leaves the Muslim faith or stone someone who commits adultery or is a homosexual, etc. I'm not a gay activist. But I don't believe they should be put to death for what they do. Jesus taught the opposite. None of us are perfect, or can cast judgment. The government holds the sword, but I don't believe that was its intent. I believe if a government stays true to the Christian faith, only those who are a real threat to others should be put to death.
One day our eyes will be opened. I hope that many of the good Muslim people will come to realize the truth. Just like I hope that Christians hold to the truth, because we haven't always.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Prick of a Revolutionary Sword
North Korean Attack on South Korea
The world is headed for a revolution: in thought, in war, in politics. This sophomoric show on South Korea will most likely lead to some blabbering speeches. "We have come to an agreement," however, I doubt will be said. Because Kim Jong-Il is a moron, no less.
Obama showed his quick judgment toward Somali pirates in the beginning of his administration. He is a strategic man, who I believe is well capable of coordinating an effort against North Korea. We may have ourselves spread throughout North Korea and Iran, alongside allies. That's when I believe revolution will happen. The dollar and the Euro will collapse, and a universal currency will be necessary. If hyper-inflation hits, we will have no choice but to adopt a new currency. This is a war on paper, in policy.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Anti-Phonics
Low Limit Lit the Flow of an anti-2D sound
With round, boundless, limitless throws offbeat
Feeling Surrounded by slick collaborated flicks and flops
Hopping up my brain-fed imagining kerosene smelt thought
World rotted down to a drowned out town
Patting, Patting, Patting like a TSA dream
Hear the screaming meaning gleaming through
Turn it up, unglued, unsure, unrefrained, untrained
To restrain, to react, retract, glossed over tracks
Facts, Ugly fibs describe our lie of a match
An Amoebic Primi-Lyric I prescribe, anti-phonics
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I could sleep
Shedding clothes and hair and skin and fat and bone and membranes.
We were meant to be, these dead tangled unpreserved gray matters
splattered into less than dust and more than human, minds combined
refined into this, us, thus we are dust, we are dust, we are less
Humorous matter to the brainless mass, thoughtless vacuum
expanse of intellectual property, communal knowledge, with nothing to gain
Except our brain, again the useless organ that defined our life
The control is naught, we are naught, and yet we live evermore
Braced on God's hand in his Breath, by his Tears, by our Death
We were never made, we didn't breathe or walk. We strayed
Saved by the equation, God's death, Our death, we're the same
We were meant to be, these dead tangled unpreserved gray matters
splattered into less than dust and more than human, minds combined
refined into this, us, thus we are dust, we are dust, we are less
Humorous matter to the brainless mass, thoughtless vacuum
expanse of intellectual property, communal knowledge, with nothing to gain
Except our brain, again the useless organ that defined our life
The control is naught, we are naught, and yet we live evermore
Braced on God's hand in his Breath, by his Tears, by our Death
We were never made, we didn't breathe or walk. We strayed
Saved by the equation, God's death, Our death, we're the same
Monday, November 8, 2010
No One's Gonna Love You More
I see you secretly breathing
Inches from me, with scattered memories
Of the life that will be, that is, that was,
We were too much and not enough, knowing each other
You're so fragile in winter,
The cold days and freezing nights make you tremble,
That's why I hold you this way
Close and far away,
Secretly knowing you more,
Hearing less, Remembering nothing,
I remember everything fragmented,
One labyrinth twisting reality
Into our spaceless timeless love
All I can remember....
An eclipsed, illuminated mind,
I'm closed, but closer to you, ready for you to fly
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