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[title] => MASTERY
[time] => 2002-12-06 19:00:00
[hometext] => I used to hate God. Everything that I was brought up to believe was how God would punish you if you weren't a good christian.
Then I came to believe that God wasn't the problem. Christians were the problem.
We've taken the idea of God and turned it into an institution. We've made our religion into an exlusive club were only the people who worship like us can belong. We've pushed away the very people who need good in thier life by telling them God doens't love them.
My God is more interested in how you treated your fellow man than whether you are gay or smoked pot.
I am a Christian, and I hate Christians. God help me.
Anyway, enjoy the poem. See how far I've come.
Alex.
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No matter what.
Always.
Do as the "Good Book" says.
Ask no questions.
Keep the faith.
And if you worship an' pray,
All your livin' days.
You will be kept safe.
First you,
Coerce me,
Into,
Being what you,
Want me,
To be.
Then you,
Try to,
Force me to,
Live my life,
The way,
You want me to.
Can't you see?
I feel things,
Differently.
An' sometimes,
I feel,
More than you,
Might want me to.
Can't you see?
That personally,
I would rather be,
Someone,
Naturally.
Than be,
Another clone,
To spend all eternity,
In your retirement home.
Be right.
Never wrong.
Fight the good fight.
Be strong.
Be pure an' white.
All your life.
I would rather be,
Your worst enemy.
Duly anointed.
Selfly appointed.
To be,
One on the few,
Loyal an' truly,
One of the,
Motley crew.
Than be,
One of the,
Lucky seven.
Sent to the Hell,
You call,
Heaven.
Obey the laws,
Of the land.
Support the cause.
Lend a hand.
'Cause we could all,
Help each other,
Into the jaws,
Of one another.
Into the claws,
Of our brother.
I would rather be.
A defender,
Of the free.
Doing what I can do,
To mend the fabric,
Of our society.
So dry an' cracked,
Is the glue.
That everything,
As far as I can see,
Is falling apart.
I can read the signs.
But they don't tell me,
Where to start.
These are the times,
So many are blind,
To the crimes,
That violently,
Leave their scars,
On the mind.
So many are deaf,
An' sit there silently.
Listen an' learn.
Or be among those,
That are missin',
And burned.
False or true?
When the table's been turned,
What do you do?
I would rather be,
Burned at the stake.
Alive an' awake.
'Till I die.
Than be a mistake,
To myself.
A lie in the eye.
Just for your sake.
I'd rather,
Stick my thumb in the pie.
Make an' take,
My own break.
Love an' fate.
Destiny an' hate.
Control our world.
A twisted mind of state,
We are all hurled.
I would rather be dead.
Non-existent.
Nothing left of me,
Mentally,
Or physically,
This very instant.
Totally unaware,
Of any former existence.
With not a care,
Relative,
Or distant.
Where none of me,
Can be,
Warped,
Or bent,
Or sent,
Into absurdity.
Ending up,
Being totally spent,
Tryin' to,
Resist it.
The reality,
Of your fantasy.
Laugh an' cry.
Live an' die.
Constantly struggle,
Through the tides of strife.
Wonder why?
Sometimes it cuts,
Like a razor sharp knife.
I would rather be,
Me.
The person that I am.
Than fake being part,
Of your,
Master plan.
So what if you gave me,
The right to choose.
Either way I see it,
I lose.
With "The Word",
I am faced.
An' so I've heard,
He has amazing grace.
But what is so absurd,
Is all I've observed,
Is the amazing waste.
Survivin' everyday.
To grow old.
Always doing,
As you're told.
The same old way.
I would rather be,
If I had a wish.
A bird,
Or cat,
Or fish.
Than to be,
An intelligent being.
Watching the older generations,
Leave this world,
In constant degeneration.
So many answers.
To the wrong questions.
So many cancers.
Too many solutions.
Today's news,
Is nothing new.
If everyone is tryin',
What are they tryin' to do?
Give someone else,
The screw?
Praise thy name.
Praise thy glory.
Play the game.
You know the story.
Submit to "the King".
"The Almighty God".
Or worry what fate will bring,
To put on the path of life,
That you trod.
I would rather,
Get lost in the cracks.
An' never even know the facts.
Never having to face,
Your idea of the truth.
As you perceive it to be.
Oh say,
Can you see?
I would rather be,
Runnin' wild,
Runnin' free,
From your,
Mastery.
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MASTERY
Contributed by
Alexander_McDonald
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Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 07:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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No matter what.
Always.
Do as the "Good Book" says.
Ask no questions.
Keep the faith.
And if you worship an' pray,
All your livin' days.
You will be kept safe.
First you,
Coerce me,
Into,
Being what you,
Want me,
To be.
Then you,
Try to,
Force me to,
Live my life,
The way,
You want me to.
Can't you see?
I feel things,
Differently.
An' sometimes,
I feel,
More than you,
Might want me to.
Can't you see?
That personally,
I would rather be,
Someone,
Naturally.
Than be,
Another clone,
To spend all eternity,
In your retirement home.
Be right.
Never wrong.
Fight the good fight.
Be strong.
Be pure an' white.
All your life.
I would rather be,
Your worst enemy.
Duly anointed.
Selfly appointed.
To be,
One on the few,
Loyal an' truly,
One of the,
Motley crew.
Than be,
One of the,
Lucky seven.
Sent to the Hell,
You call,
Heaven.
Obey the laws,
Of the land.
Support the cause.
Lend a hand.
'Cause we could all,
Help each other,
Into the jaws,
Of one another.
Into the claws,
Of our brother.
I would rather be.
A defender,
Of the free.
Doing what I can do,
To mend the fabric,
Of our society.
So dry an' cracked,
Is the glue.
That everything,
As far as I can see,
Is falling apart.
I can read the signs.
But they don't tell me,
Where to start.
These are the times,
So many are blind,
To the crimes,
That violently,
Leave their scars,
On the mind.
So many are deaf,
An' sit there silently.
Listen an' learn.
Or be among those,
That are missin',
And burned.
False or true?
When the table's been turned,
What do you do?
I would rather be,
Burned at the stake.
Alive an' awake.
'Till I die.
Than be a mistake,
To myself.
A lie in the eye.
Just for your sake.
I'd rather,
Stick my thumb in the pie.
Make an' take,
My own break.
Love an' fate.
Destiny an' hate.
Control our world.
A twisted mind of state,
We are all hurled.
I would rather be dead.
Non-existent.
Nothing left of me,
Mentally,
Or physically,
This very instant.
Totally unaware,
Of any former existence.
With not a care,
Relative,
Or distant.
Where none of me,
Can be,
Warped,
Or bent,
Or sent,
Into absurdity.
Ending up,
Being totally spent,
Tryin' to,
Resist it.
The reality,
Of your fantasy.
Laugh an' cry.
Live an' die.
Constantly struggle,
Through the tides of strife.
Wonder why?
Sometimes it cuts,
Like a razor sharp knife.
I would rather be,
Me.
The person that I am.
Than fake being part,
Of your,
Master plan.
So what if you gave me,
The right to choose.
Either way I see it,
I lose.
With "The Word",
I am faced.
An' so I've heard,
He has amazing grace.
But what is so absurd,
Is all I've observed,
Is the amazing waste.
Survivin' everyday.
To grow old.
Always doing,
As you're told.
The same old way.
I would rather be,
If I had a wish.
A bird,
Or cat,
Or fish.
Than to be,
An intelligent being.
Watching the older generations,
Leave this world,
In constant degeneration.
So many answers.
To the wrong questions.
So many cancers.
Too many solutions.
Today's news,
Is nothing new.
If everyone is tryin',
What are they tryin' to do?
Give someone else,
The screw?
Praise thy name.
Praise thy glory.
Play the game.
You know the story.
Submit to "the King".
"The Almighty God".
Or worry what fate will bring,
To put on the path of life,
That you trod.
I would rather,
Get lost in the cracks.
An' never even know the facts.
Never having to face,
Your idea of the truth.
As you perceive it to be.
Oh say,
Can you see?
I would rather be,
Runnin' wild,
Runnin' free,
From your,
Mastery.
Copyright ©
Alexander_McDonald
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by LOWMAN613 on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 07:16:35 PM AEST
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| Alex,well I have to disagree,Sorry,although your poem is good your thoughts on Christians bother me!!!! I am A Christian & was never brought up in that way like you,it was'nt the Christians but someone who told you wrong! Thanx for sharing though! Christina |
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by Necronomy on
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and i have to say that christians are full of pompousness and hot air, but i still love them as much as the heathens!
if jesus taught anything he taught to love cause we are all equal to eachother, some of us have had our minds corrupted - we should have all the more love for those!
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by Alexander_McDonald on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 09:22:06 PM AEST
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Christina,
It is unfortunate that we have people who call themselves christians but practice hate. Those that go around telling everyone that they are sinners and are going to hell because they don't have the same beliefs...
God is my freind. Jesus my savior. But I have more love for those that are on the fringes of society than 98% of christians. We need to build bridges of compasion and understanding to others. Not build walls of condemnation. |
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by Alexander_McDonald on
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Necronomy,
Oh how I agree. It's an old saying but it is true, what the world needs now is love. More compassion, more understanding, more tolerance for each other. Just because someone has peirced and tattoo'd every part of their body doesn't make them bad. Just because someone is a budist or muslim or athiest doesn't make evil. I believe we all pray to the same God. And, it isn't my job to decide who is good or bad. I need to worry about my own actions. I need to be a role model to my children, my family, my friends, my co workers, people on the street who know nothing about me except that I held the door open for them and smiled... We've got enough pain and suffering in this world without creating more for each other.
Alex. |
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by ml02 on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 10:56:59 PM AEST
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| awesome poem, i know exactly what you are saying. i grew up catholic. |
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by LOWMAN613 on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 11:20:04 PM AEST
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| Well I DO CALL MYSELF A CHRISTIAN but I do NOT practice HATE!!! I have no idea what Christian has ever practiced hate,none that I know! I'm sorry If there was A Christian out there that made you think that ALL christians are like that! We are NOT!!! |
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by Alexander_McDonald on
Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 11:38:30 PM AEST
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Christina,
I didn't say all. I didn't mean all. I think that there are some very vocal people who call themselves christians who are more interested it preaching fear and hate. I've only been to one church where the people were more interested in bettering themselves than putting everyone else down. Maybe I've met all the wrong christians... But I don't hear many of US denouncing our faith when it goes wrong. |
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by bobotheclown on
Saturday, 7th December 2002 @ 12:17:25 AM AEST
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K dude well how can you be a Christian and yet hate Christians??? I agree with you I think God is more concerned that we respect others than smokin weed and being gay although he DOES care about that as well. it says in the Bible your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. Smokin weed and being gay destroys that temple I sound like a hypocrite since I smoke weed hehe.
Anyway I liked your poem at times I found it hard to follow and sometimes it sounded like the rhymes were forced. I'm sure you know where. Overall, I think it was a good poem and I appreciate you stepping out and saying what you did.
-Bobo (Joel) |
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by Vigilante006 on
Saturday, 7th December 2002 @ 11:09:45 PM AEST
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| hm, while I agree that Christianity has been institutionalized in some circles, I wouldn't go quite this far. Of course, I have been fortunate enough not to experience this... |
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by OreO on
Saturday, 7th December 2002 @ 11:15:19 PM AEST
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I personally can relate to this poem alot, i have met people who call themselves christians more often than i care to count on my fingers, and yet on saturday night where do you see them?? Drunk down at tha local pub lol...and the preachers sons ??? and daughters??? puh leze, nobody is perfect and they shouldnt expect to be perfect ....all we can do in life is what we feel is the right thing to do, i dont think one's appearance makes them who they are such as tattoo's or whether they smoke weed or not, i think it's all what's in your heart....and those are my thoughts....i enjoyed this poem and i think it's courageous that you are outspoken in this manner about how you feel, not many would be willing to do that. And as far as being a christian? no i can't say i am christian, but i do try and do what i feel is right in life, this poem gives one alot to think about in many ways.....thanks for sharing it Alex
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by Little_Miss_Magic on
Tuesday, 10th December 2002 @ 01:57:30 AM AEST
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| Eloquently written, and daring to stand for your position here is admirable. Many of us agree but are unable or unwilling to express it as well as you have done here. I am a Christian, and while I don't hate Christians themselves I hate the institution Christianity has become. This poem has meaning for me. Wonderfully done. |
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