Heavenly Earth

Bodies, bodies burning brightIn the middle of the nightWhat sick mind would take delightIn the forest of our religions.Explosive thoughts, fervent ruleBrainwashed mind in terror school.In the name of GodIn the name of ManThis lunacy I can’t understandWe are alone in life’s great heavenOur One, alive in personal templeThe body being the host of GodOur blinded terror the state of man

— seabhac, Dec 21, 2009

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Ink Dragon

16 years 5 months ago

Hi Liz,

I like how you incorporated Blake's famous poem here, and I wholeheartedly agree with your message. Religion has obviously gone from being opium for the masses to being another drug altogether - possibly cocaine, or any other drug that can make people act violently. Yours, ~Nina

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks Nina

So aptly put, religion as a drug...it is the withdrawal symptoms when their God is seen as rejecting them that really damages...maybe another poem? No time to leave that just now and focus elsewhere, other topics other beauties. Sure is plenty of inspiration here on Neo. Seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Hi Kal

No, parody is not the right expression here as I never intended to mock or belittle Blake...on awakening, his poem was in my head and the sing, song childhood learned rhyming came into play as the words tumbled onto the page. 32,000 denominations? so many? All celebrating 'Christiansmas' and many more who just have the need to believe in something other than themselves. Seabhac

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

You, know Seabhac, I think

You, know Seabhac, I think we are born into *race mind*; we know it as human history, though some imprints are genetically predisposed, collected and remembered as fears, as recurring events, nightmares. I've always had very early childhood memories/dreams of being pursued by an angry mob, of running down a flight of temple stairs being chased by high priests, of being burned at the stake.... and so on. Much of my early poetry had that theme as well as my personal flavour of spiritual antidotes for religious intemperance... Good write, indeed. ~A Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

'race mind' yes

As Ziggy put in his microscopic gaze poem recently "DNA , where ninety nine per cent Does not complete us yet still" What does our genetic make up contain in memories? However in this case my nightmare is more real than that and relates in early teens to seeing and smelling the aftermath of an IRA bomb blast...sadly this memory is all too real. Growth through poetry, yes defiantly. I will look again in your extensive library of poems. Thank you Seabhac

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Brava … magnificent write

Brava ... magnificent write Liz and Blakes one of my favourites .. love and hugs Jayne x x

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks Jayne

Somehow you as a tiger tamer is a very believable sight ...you are already adept at snake charming.ha ha Hugs Seabhac

lyz

16 years 5 months ago

Strong

You have written this in a hit the point fashion. I could feel your voice, and what a heart. Well done and thank you. Love Lyz. XX

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Hello again

The laughable thing here is that I forgot this was my poem for a moment and it took me by supprise . Yes I was certainly in a different place here to Molly O. Thanks for comming to visit ..feel I should have put the kettle on and would have loved to stay and talk a while... Hugs Seabhac