I can not die before I wake.
There will be no soul for God to take
but a hole inside where it once dwelled,
now lost with my heart it burns in hell.
Tomorrow it'll show and everyone will see
the pitiful ghost I've turned out to be;
nothing more than a walking mist,
no peace in death but to simply exist.
And when night falls I won't have dreams,
only living nightmares of hollow screams
and the devil's laughter as I try to sleep,
dangling the soul he will always keep.
Sonntag, 15. März 2009
Samstag, 7. März 2009
Mittwoch, 18. Februar 2009
Free love is dead, try free-market affairs. In today’s deregulated economy, young people are moving away from the outdated policies of their parents. They love for profit. Wrong choices result in market based consequences. Query: Does social aid to developing persons constitute a net gain, or are premature hand holdings, (Read: handouts) risky loans that induce dependency?
lame to the max!
Make haste,
we're surviving through a world
held in contempt of misconception,
brought up amongst himself, forced upon him and no one else.
Struggle through the depths
pounding from the chest,
deranged from a God
that you've created.
Superior strengths overrun by a love for one another.
Simple love of who you are and what you could be.
Take it for what its worth;
bite down and soak it in;
absorb the treason;
this understanding comes before any reason.
Finally, erode with me:
we'll cover this together.
we're surviving through a world
held in contempt of misconception,
brought up amongst himself, forced upon him and no one else.
Struggle through the depths
pounding from the chest,
deranged from a God
that you've created.
Superior strengths overrun by a love for one another.
Simple love of who you are and what you could be.
Take it for what its worth;
bite down and soak it in;
absorb the treason;
this understanding comes before any reason.
Finally, erode with me:
we'll cover this together.
Repeat After Me
Make haste,
we're surviving through a world
held in contempt of misconception,
brought up amongst himself, forced upon him and no one else.
Struggle through the depths;
pounding from the chest,
deranged from a God
that you've created;
superior strengths overrun by a love for one another.
Simple love of who you are and what you could be.
Take it for what its worth;
Bite down and soak it in;
Absorb the treason;
This understanding comes before any reason.
Finally, erode with me:
We'll cover this together.
we're surviving through a world
held in contempt of misconception,
brought up amongst himself, forced upon him and no one else.
Struggle through the depths;
pounding from the chest,
deranged from a God
that you've created;
superior strengths overrun by a love for one another.
Simple love of who you are and what you could be.
Take it for what its worth;
Bite down and soak it in;
Absorb the treason;
This understanding comes before any reason.
Finally, erode with me:
We'll cover this together.
Mittwoch, 11. Februar 2009
This is an old paper I wrote almost two years ago. Wow, how things change!
"Let’s go to the beach!”
As I attempt to draw a line in the sand, a line between 'believing in God' and 'not believing in God', my vision blurs and I’m unable to see clearly.I am an Atheist, and to be honest, my perception of God is a dim, murky, and foggy one. Sense I have been living a life absent of God for my entire existence, I find it difficult to understand God. I’m unable to even visualize the figure of the divine lord. Stating all of that, I ask you this: is religion just a superstition or not?
Everyday I wake up and I look out of my skull through the eyes of an atheist. It's all I know, it's all I can see. I can't imagine looking through the eyes of a Christian, Jew, Muslim, or any person who believes in any form of God. When I look around and see the bluebirds, flowers, cars, clouds of pollution, rainbows, reminders of war, grass; when I see all of these things, my mind in no way registers anything concerning God. That's just how it's always been for me. I'm not complaining, but maybe you can understand my position better... it’s my way of establishing some sort of creditability. Given the fact that I’m unable to see through the eyes of a person with faith, can they even imagine looking through my eyes? Would it be frightening? Terrifying? I have no idea. I can personally tell you right now though, it’s not all that bad. It works really well for me.
Yes, I think that all religion is superstition. Please don’t start throwing chairs or anything; I didn’t say that it’s a bad thing! Religion is a superstition that you devote either your life, or at least part of it, to. My mentality on religion is that if it works for you, go for it! Don’t try to shove any aspect of your religion down anyone’s throat, that’s just wrong; what we should do is learn to accept every aspect of religion and respect it! Remember, this is an Atheist speaking; we’re not all goat sacrificing, baby murdering heathens! In fact, we have some level minded people amongst our ranks.
Personally, I don’t lend my hand or heart to any form of God or religion. That makes me a sinner by most super Christian standards, but through my own biased lenses, I’m still a human. A human that tries to understand faith and the religious aspects that come along with it. You see, I’ve attempted at prayer, and received nothing in return. I don’t hate people of faith, in fact, sometimes I envy them. However, I follow some superstitions of a smaller degree. I catch myself making a wish at eleven after eleven, 11:11, if you will. The myth goes that if you make a wish at this time, do some childish rituals to ensure that the wish comes true… the wish will. My wishes are never anything huge, like a briefcase full of cash or a brand new car but they’re gestures of good feelings. When I see loose change on the ground, I pick it up and expect some form of good luck. I’m not Irish, but come on, that’s luck just sitting on the ground, getting stepped on and ignored. I guess you could say I follow these superstitions religiously. 11:11 is my daily prayer; the change on the ground, my Sunday sermon. But here’s the catch: through my eyes religion is a beautiful form of superstition. This isn’t some anti-Christian slander or some radical Atheist blather; this is a compromise. My life without God is one worth living, no matter what anyone says. I respect religion, and I expect that same respect for someone without religion. That’s only fair.
Getting down to business, wrapping this up nice and tidy: Can the person of faith see through the eyes of an Atheist? (or Vice versa?). Can the Christians, Jews, Muslims, any person of faith, can those people understand that I have my life under control? Because I surely understand that they have their lives under control. Just so you know, this isn’t a cry for help, redemption, or saving… It’s just an argumentative essay concerning faith. So with that line in the sand finally drawn, the line between ‘believing in God’ and ‘not believing in God’, I catch myself on the side of ‘not believing in God’. Standing there, I hold a large, obnoxious sign, big enough that everyone can see.
The sign reads,“But that’s O.K.”
"Let’s go to the beach!”
As I attempt to draw a line in the sand, a line between 'believing in God' and 'not believing in God', my vision blurs and I’m unable to see clearly.I am an Atheist, and to be honest, my perception of God is a dim, murky, and foggy one. Sense I have been living a life absent of God for my entire existence, I find it difficult to understand God. I’m unable to even visualize the figure of the divine lord. Stating all of that, I ask you this: is religion just a superstition or not?
Everyday I wake up and I look out of my skull through the eyes of an atheist. It's all I know, it's all I can see. I can't imagine looking through the eyes of a Christian, Jew, Muslim, or any person who believes in any form of God. When I look around and see the bluebirds, flowers, cars, clouds of pollution, rainbows, reminders of war, grass; when I see all of these things, my mind in no way registers anything concerning God. That's just how it's always been for me. I'm not complaining, but maybe you can understand my position better... it’s my way of establishing some sort of creditability. Given the fact that I’m unable to see through the eyes of a person with faith, can they even imagine looking through my eyes? Would it be frightening? Terrifying? I have no idea. I can personally tell you right now though, it’s not all that bad. It works really well for me.
Yes, I think that all religion is superstition. Please don’t start throwing chairs or anything; I didn’t say that it’s a bad thing! Religion is a superstition that you devote either your life, or at least part of it, to. My mentality on religion is that if it works for you, go for it! Don’t try to shove any aspect of your religion down anyone’s throat, that’s just wrong; what we should do is learn to accept every aspect of religion and respect it! Remember, this is an Atheist speaking; we’re not all goat sacrificing, baby murdering heathens! In fact, we have some level minded people amongst our ranks.
Personally, I don’t lend my hand or heart to any form of God or religion. That makes me a sinner by most super Christian standards, but through my own biased lenses, I’m still a human. A human that tries to understand faith and the religious aspects that come along with it. You see, I’ve attempted at prayer, and received nothing in return. I don’t hate people of faith, in fact, sometimes I envy them. However, I follow some superstitions of a smaller degree. I catch myself making a wish at eleven after eleven, 11:11, if you will. The myth goes that if you make a wish at this time, do some childish rituals to ensure that the wish comes true… the wish will. My wishes are never anything huge, like a briefcase full of cash or a brand new car but they’re gestures of good feelings. When I see loose change on the ground, I pick it up and expect some form of good luck. I’m not Irish, but come on, that’s luck just sitting on the ground, getting stepped on and ignored. I guess you could say I follow these superstitions religiously. 11:11 is my daily prayer; the change on the ground, my Sunday sermon. But here’s the catch: through my eyes religion is a beautiful form of superstition. This isn’t some anti-Christian slander or some radical Atheist blather; this is a compromise. My life without God is one worth living, no matter what anyone says. I respect religion, and I expect that same respect for someone without religion. That’s only fair.
Getting down to business, wrapping this up nice and tidy: Can the person of faith see through the eyes of an Atheist? (or Vice versa?). Can the Christians, Jews, Muslims, any person of faith, can those people understand that I have my life under control? Because I surely understand that they have their lives under control. Just so you know, this isn’t a cry for help, redemption, or saving… It’s just an argumentative essay concerning faith. So with that line in the sand finally drawn, the line between ‘believing in God’ and ‘not believing in God’, I catch myself on the side of ‘not believing in God’. Standing there, I hold a large, obnoxious sign, big enough that everyone can see.
The sign reads,“But that’s O.K.”
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