Archive for the ‘Faith’ Category

PSR B1509-58

The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.

He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.

He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,

until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.

And God, he poses,

as if he knows, definitively:

“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”

As if, indeed, he knows.

… Like the wind blows,

he too will fade away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wm in Chains

“Pornographer, perhaps. Blasphemer, no!” ardently, he said.

“Now, look into the camera, and spread.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

baikal

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Priskilla

Paul was a joyless misogynist.

They assert,

it’s quite obvious,

and certainly seems clear.

(Nikak, i

ni v koyem sluchaye!)

Then they retranslate,

and realize,

it’s apparently not so,

so as to speak,

by no means,

and it may never be.

Matters of style and misunderstanding…

Sublime and inadequate.

Sacred and human.

What else then,

is open to question?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

You call me a failure

as I wait passively,

knowingly,

waiting for the “go-getters”

to implode.

The preponderant

speculative,

acquisitionist

nature of society

is a crock

destined to fail.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Preacher’s preaching, TV.

You don’t understand the message

but you know it’s important,

the organ’s playing, emotive.

You put your hands on the TV screen

and believe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In an ideal world…

Selfish, overly human religions will die,

buried like Pharaohs with all their wealth,

cats and servants.

Those beliefs and convictions which aspire

beyond the self-centered,

selah,

will live and endure.

(We can hope!)

And the world we be a better place.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I cast a glance,

askance,

and wonder what hope

the future?

(Given the assholes who surround me!)

So, I pray

and believe,

for sanity,

in better.

By faith and philosophy,

my reality exceeds

their vision.

Imagination

understanding,

conceives…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The TV preacher sounds hollow

to my ears,

around the wall,

in the kitchen.

“Make it happen!”

effectively,

he’s saying,

squeezing out the mystery,

the Glory

of the Holy Trinity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat