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peterdawes — An Inquiry to the Gods
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Published: 2008-11-29 00:49:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 513; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 6
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slashing wrists, presenting an offeringat the altar of the gods.
to whom belongs this sacrifice?
i light the candles, wondering who is listening.
i gaze inside the darkness of self and muse on the matter
of religious iconography. of mythologies. of zeus and
apollo and the silent night sky.
do the stars wink or stare blankly at me in return?
sunset to sunrise, inhabiting an empty realm
much like an empty tomb.
you rose again and i laid down.
i rested my head against discarded funeral clothes
and prayed the blood would cleanse
this calloused soul. but instead, i chase idols.
i marvel at the signs and wonders of statues
and i burn within the funeral pyre of
every vice this passionate heart can manufacture.
do you taste the blood like i do?
when i spill it, does it look quite as beautiful to you
as it does to me? because my eyes behold these
slashed wrists much differently than the gods
i present them to. they pan their gaze at my offering.
they glance at the others and deem them more worthy.
in the meantime, i turn my back on myself.
i lose my reflection in the mirror and forget my way home.
were you ever really there, or just a clever fabrication?
a question posed to all the gods i worship.
do any of you truly exist or did my imagination
take clay and fashion exactly what i wished to see?
exactly what i wished to worship?
is the pilgrim simply disappointed to notice the clay feet
and see that the tears of blood belong to me
and not to the gods i fall down before?
how do i cauterize myself?
where is the map that leads the way back to
whoever i am deep inside?
will i recognize that person when i see him once again?
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This is absolutely amazing Peter. Brings up questions we all ask ourselves at some point. Really well done, you can feel the anguish behind the questions.
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"The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free."
-Max Payne
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thank you kindly, my wolfen friend.
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“how do i cauterize myself?
where is the map that leads the way back to
whoever i am deep inside?
will i recognize that person when i see him once again?”
“I think therefore I am”
she chants while within her heart aflame
desiring to learn the truth of all things
whether significant or insignificant
whether conspicuous or inconspicuous
you see--our lashes are right before our eyes
but quite impossible to see without a mirror
science explains, “energy is neither created nor destroyed”
she does believe that within each human being
we are born with an elevated life condition
or in other words (pure, untainted, and so on)
but as we all know--everything changes
and causes us to change with it--though the very core
of our life--is neither tainted nor destroyed
because we are born with an absolute human will
“to be or not to be”
a further insight to one’s heart and mind
she thinks she have said to much…sigh
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not at all. thank you for sharing that.
i know it. i know it. i feel it as well.
where does it come from;
where is it leading?
i know it and sometimes i wish that
i could unwrap it and unpack it
a bit further.
your words contain both truth and
thoughts worth weighing.
i appreciate them a great deal.
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“i know it. i know it. i feel it as well.
where does it come from;
where is it leading?
i know it and sometimes i wish that
i could unwrap it and unpack it
a bit further.”
dear sir…
i’m sorry, but what do you mean by “i know it”
and what does “it” means—you know
the one you wonder “where it come from”
and why do you think you need to “unwrap it”
“unpack it”…apologize if i sound like a child
asking an adult of so much “whys”
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a question posed to all the gods i worship.
do any of you truly exist or did my imagination
take clay and fashion exactly what i wished to see?
exactly what i wished to worship?
How this part echos my thoughts! How much do we need to believe in something to the point of making as real as possible so it can sustain us be it god or a philosophy or any force superior than us. Well penned!
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so much do we need the illusion.
i just wonder if it truly is an illusion.
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Its a loaded question I think! That being said I the way humanity perceives God is an illusion. I think it is within the human mind to personify God. What the mind cannot encompass is reduced down to a proportion that is conceivable within our limited capacity for understanding. I don't think God exists as a person. Rather I adhere to the belief that we are spirits having a physical experience. The spirit is what survives and being in communication with God is a state of heart and mind when harmony and communication happens within. Its a state of Being. To me God is the primordial energy that gives life to any form of life on this earth and the universe. Certainly it is far more than my mind can conceive but I think it makes more sense to see it that way rather than a personified deity that judges what humanity does. We are Creators...albeit unconscious ones more often than not, that have not reached a level of wisdom how to use this Will if we compare it to our level of intelligence. In that sense we were created in God's image. Manifestation happens as a consequence of concentrated Will. What we hold to be true and the greater the number that believes a "truth" determines its reality. I say A truth because in reality there are few immutable truths that cannot be changed, its ever changing. A lot of things are seen according to what we believe it to be. I could go on and on about it. In the end I tend to be more "scientific" in my approach on life.
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Wow. That's interesting. What makes it all creepier is that I was thinking something along the lines of this the other day...
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amazing how that just seems to happen.
i often find myself stumbling upon kindred thoughts while embroiled in such moods as well.
makes one feel a little less alone to know others share their thoughts.
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It's nice, but at the same time strange. And you wrote it so well.
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thank you very kindly, dear.
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Holy Hell! What an amazing poem! I can't even think what meaning you intend because the words speak their own meaning to me!!
Whew!
And I also like how you didn't capitalize anything.
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i have been possessed by the spirit of e.e. cummings.
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I think the poem could be taken in different ways by people.
I impose my own angsty Christian diffidence and incredulity unique only to my own spiritual journey.
The imagery you used is very intense and amazing, though.
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"angsty Christian diffidence and incredulity" would summarize me to a "t" right now as well.
perhaps why poems like this turn out so visceral for me.
god, i believe, please help my unbelief.
thank you. i consider that a high compliment.
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I have certain spiritual issues that I have actively attempted to deal with all my adult life. I finally just gave up.
As Martin Luther said, Here I stand. I can do nothing else.
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those words mean so much more to me after reading what he was facing when he (luther) stated them. it gives me hope that one can stare down death itself and still hold true to their convictions.
i am no martin luther, though.
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