Array ( [sid] => 184564 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Do You Believe in /'/God?/'/ [time] => 2017-10-14 02:44:33 [hometext] => An interesting answer that may not be said as much as it should. [bodytext] => "Do you believe in /'/God?/'/ She asked;
Coyly hiding contempt, in her intrigue it was masked.
I pulled a drag from my cigarette, projecting peppered plumes.
"Define God for me, and there will be no answer to exhume."
She was taken aback, surprised by syncopated speech.
Unsatisfied, for another try she had made a reach.
"Your faith is so frail, that you can/'/t dare to try?"
"An unfair posit; the one that prepared yours to die."
"Why is it then? That you won/'/t care to answer me?"

"Your logic denotes material phenomena, yet you ask eternity.
Presuppositions kill mystery; speculation is not fact.
Too much classification leaves dissent inable to retract.
Long ago, ancient men worshipped their "god" as the sun,
But when that came to pass, resentment- they had none.
Questioning and doubt, are not detrimental for you to have,
But to succumb to them in disbelief, your faith you will have staved.

"God is not some anecdote, a tale of a drunken fool.
God is a path, no matter what disorder rule;
No mere struggle, no ideal bout or fight,
It/'/s a GPS whose planned route, changes at every light;
Whimsied mood of musics, movement of the muse;
Flightpath of dancers/'/ feet, in between the beat;
Tone and nuaned glow of light, garnish to our sight;
Metaphor wrapped in metaphor, similies and more;
To speak of all these things, there/'/s no word fore." [comments] => 3 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 31 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Do You Believe in 'God?'


Do You Believe in 'God?'
Date: Saturday, 14th October 2017 @ 02:44:33 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: xHeathenx
"Do you believe in /'/God?/'/ She asked;
Coyly hiding contempt, in her intrigue it was masked.
I pulled a drag from my cigarette, projecting peppered plumes.
"Define God for me, and there will be no answer to exhume."
She was taken aback, surprised by syncopated speech.
Unsatisfied, for another try she had made a reach.
"Your faith is so frail, that you can/'/t dare to try?"
"An unfair posit; the one that prepared yours to die."
"Why is it then? That you won/'/t care to answer me?"

"Your logic denotes material phenomena, yet you ask eternity.
Presuppositions kill mystery; speculation is not fact.
Too much classification leaves dissent inable to retract.
Long ago, ancient men worshipped their "god" as the sun,
But when that came to pass, resentment- they had none.
Questioning and doubt, are not detrimental for you to have,
But to succumb to them in disbelief, your faith you will have staved.

"God is not some anecdote, a tale of a drunken fool.
God is a path, no matter what disorder rule;
No mere struggle, no ideal bout or fight,
It/'/s a GPS whose planned route, changes at every light;
Whimsied mood of musics, movement of the muse;
Flightpath of dancers/'/ feet, in between the beat;
Tone and nuaned glow of light, garnish to our sight;
Metaphor wrapped in metaphor, similies and more;
To speak of all these things, there/'/s no word fore."

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