Killing God

And, in fact, I do consider prick in this context to be rather mild ... especially when coming from such as you and/or me. Regards, Chuck

God being a Prick pre sey Is it the endless repetition you have the distain for or being judged maybe For to me And I say Me Here So dont Attact all at once you heathens Hehe No I to have and on goin srruggle if you will to belive in the riteous Prick betrayed betrayed by the hands of men but it is a wash for me As I separate my self from those who claim to be religous and not godly people or God like People I often time find myself believeing all the harder after my bit in the USA armed forces and Other services render I beleive something is bigger then You or I and there for coward that I am of my self worth or soul I choose to skate around the undebateable hole in the Ice wether its is frozen or not at some piont in time if Time is not the true God or if we are people on a dust speck that Horton is holding I can't say with words sentences or phrases on the feeling that I capture His presents can you come to know even while holding the half brick But I my self would want something bigger and better a tommy gun perhaphs

gotta luv, Jess & freedom of speech...we still have that don't we??? to me, God/spiritualism/nature is a combination of all, some have just put a name to it, as in God. to me, religion has nothing to do with it. And God or nature or spiritualism did not flaw the world, again, to me...man did & continues to do so. Perhaps be angry at man? ...things that make me go, hmmmmm As far me, I'm still aware of lighting bolts. LOL Always a Pleasure, donna

I can't say I like the line " I will meet that prick" but then again you are an atheist correct? In that light, this was very imaginative. Quite electric in itself. Great visual Jess but I have a problem with the end only because I would never say something like that. To me it's Blasphemous. Still does not take away from the genius of the poem. K. Mulroney

this is brilliant Jess

Excellent way to use your words. The ending I am religous, but I still liked it, everyone is who they are for a reason I guess. I loved the read. it would have sucked to test all that crap by the way.

Thank you for directing me to this fantastic piece! Sounds as if we may both walk the fine line of a crazy agnostic? Looking forward to reading more, Ronda

I would think that God would want that kind of honesty! I am not trying to speak for Him or anything... but I believe He desires honesty. And you know what? I hate 'Religion' as much as you...but perhaps in a different way. Differences inspire great dialogue!! Good Poem. This afternoon, I will read more of yours. Best Wishes, Cathy

gods never did anything to me, and they would be wise not to.I know were they live. ps. Jess I suggest again "Preacher"a graphic novel. the story line is flipped.

to many words but none to capture the chuckle this one brings. we all have these moments i think but your wicked little smile says more than enough. <3 Emarie

Hi Jess There's another way to look at this poem. Consider the first lines: "I worked at a drive-in theatre years ago before they died." The drive-in theatre as metaphor of a god. (the god of mass entertainment?). And the theatre-god was killed (died) according to the beginning of the poem. The electric storm (metaphor of another god - the power of change) threatened to kill the electric systems of the theatre. And it did, eventually. The speaker in the poem knew that the god was going to die, if not immediately, then in time. The speaker in the poem is defiant against both gods. He will meet the judging (lightning) with a brick, but we know (and we don't have to be religious to know it) that nothing can resist the god of change. What do you think? Can you detect holes in the logic of my argument? (I think there are several). De Waal

Irreverent or not I was thoroughly entertained. I'm sure God [he, she, it or they] must have a sense of humour and was chuckling along with me. Mike

A brick for a pricklike god isn't quite enough, may he/she/it rot in his/her/it's own hell. ;) It would serve him/her/it right for giving the world fanatics of religions. If there is a higher power, it is laughing it's ass off at all of us. All there is is love and the rest is all perception. Go ta hell, but have fun on the way my friend. :) Patrick/AO

There is one left here in New England that I know of and that is up there in Maine or so my brother who lives there tells me. I liked it when they went to radio speakers we could tune in from a quarter mile up the road :) Couldn't see much but then who cared rotf. As for the almighty judge the middlemen would have us fear unto their will and have it be done - kill it ! Mark

It takes a fighting spirit to tangle with the Big Spirit! A most amusing and enjoyable piece of poetic atheistic nostalgia. I go along with Mike's theology: She, he, it, or they are--or should be--laughing too. How do I endorse this for the Spotlight?

Smiles:) Barbara I love God, So I will stay clear of this poem and not comment. You are still a great poet in whatever you write

Have you recently revised this, Jess?

Do I sense the spirit of Ahab in this work? I think this anger is shared by all mortals at some point, for Atheists and Christians (and all the rest) alike all question God, and all, at some point, stand firm in their resolve: What gives You the right to judge Me?! I wonder, though, how many admit it? I picture, in the movie of your life, should you be fictionalized and indeed struck dead that day in drive-in field, Robert DeNiro standing before the judging God (who I always though should be played by Richard Harris some day, alas, not to be), brick in hand: "You talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?!" Hmm, wonder what the equivalent of a Brooklyn accent is in Australia?? As to the poem: flawless. Excellent write. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Wow. that's a thought-provoking write, right there... Still choking with laughter trying to visualise Alobar trying to twist a Brooklyn accent into Aussie.... lmao! I think if we're wrong,(agnostic) it's a ride to the dark place for us, but hey, we'll have fun along the way. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"

Ok I have read it. I know my god is a prick... you just confirmed it. Thank you. ;-) ~A

How can that be? Well, he's a bit o the cheap side or so some think but he helps get me what I need ;) Mark Man thinks this.

what ever you think about God , yet he remain the master of the universe, he is a very loving God. far more loving than you can ever have been imagining. the thing about this piece is that your depth of GOD yet to reach an appreciable level byt when you get to that really you will go on your knees and say a silent prayer to the most high, " dear God i regretted writing this poem of hate against you" God said it in the bible that" my people perish because of their ignorance to way he loves and show them care" given you poem a literature appraisal, the poem was ok for your reasoning , but very amusing to GOD. YOU CANT KILL GOD. BEST REGARDS TO YOU CHUMFIN

that poem about is a clear demonstration of the folly inherent in what man calls his wisdom,ts really shallow. take it or leave it you owe GOD THE MOST HIGH YOU EXISTENCE, READ THE BOOK OF JEREMIAH 1 verse 4. chumfin