Why respect religion?It is often said that we must respect the religious beliefs of others. Simply put, I don't. That is not to say that I see religious people as less deserving of equal protection, but I do not see their beliefs as fundamentally reasonable and worthy of respect, and I think that this claim that we must respect the rights of others undermines our ability to have substantive debates on moral and political issues, by treating certain ideas as immune from debate and criticism. Why, as an atheist, should I respect those who believe, on religious conviction, that atheists should be put to death? Should I not show them the same amount of respect they show me?Why respect religion?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The evidence in favor of most religions is weak or nonexistent. I focus on the religions I am most familiar with, but I have reason to believe that other religions have the same general flaws, as these flaws appear to be intrinsic to religion and not simply features of a few specific religions. One key flaw in religion is reliance on faith.
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
Telling good from evil
ain't the pattern of my life,
now I have seen what we will
accomplish with white lies.
A christian I was born and raised
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
I now spend my whole life reaching
for what I will never be,
but I live for learning & teaching,
for the journey to a dream.
And all their trying, all their preaching
will not stop me being me.
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
Satan Is Dying What should a priest do if he were to find Satan himself laying beaten, bloody, and broken in a ditch? One would think the answer is simple. Any priest should leave the villain to die on the side of the road and be happy at the good fortune of the universe, right? Wrong. A wise priest would stop be the bleeding prince of lies and think for a moment. No Satan means no Hell, another plus. Wait, if there is no Hell there is no damnation. If there is no damnation there is no punishment for sins, then the wise priest begins to realize something that never occurred to him. If fear of Hell is all that holds back sinning, then is the saint unnatural, inhuman and fearful? Is the sinner natural, human, and fearless? Then the priest realizes that he is lying to himself and his very human nature by being a servant of light, no a slave to fear of the dark. Disliking this train of thought, the priest begins to ponder the fallen angel before him. He thinks of all the sins that Satan has committSatan Is Dying3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
seveni knowseven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but don't worry
lesson we took
i got quite good
i refuse to make things
instead, i will
choose to be
as stubborn and reclusive
as i please
i have a number
you'll never guess
it or what
it stands for
and i don't have to say
My Inner DemonHaunting, it's inside me.My Inner Demon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying, it's living.
With sharp teeth, it devours.
Strong, I rise up against it.
The deal is my soul or suffering.
The first strike is mine, but from there it's down hill.
It pushes me to the edge of insanity.
Tipping on the balance, I manage to push back.
But I never win, I never manage to land more than two blows before it strikes again.
With chains, this inner Demon of mine, binds my heart and mind.
Separated, they fight me.
How do I win?
fires in the bluebell woodit turns out like this.fires in the bluebell wood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's gathering wood bells
more violently azure than
her winter face, her mismatched
lungs so brittle.
we make concrete promises.
she's waiting under the bridge,
her heart out her back
and her skin like oceans
it goes until it stops.
she's learning to draw all
the things she misses so when
she's gone we'll have only
reminders of her hands.
Today's WarmthPetals unfoldToday's Warmth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out from the heart
Ready to shine
And have a new start
The new day approaches
With all thats in store
The flower opens
And asks for more
The breeze whispers
And birds call
The trees shudder
And old leaves fall
Face to the sun
The flower smiles
Basking in the warmth
If only for a while
in life, in death...fallen fromin life, in death...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grace, inadequately wasted
i'm such a wretch
throw me away
i don't deserve anything
let alone something better than hell
if a lover a day
keeps heaven away
i'm on my way
up, wasted fool
you've got no time
in sickness in
health in all
that we call life
is this really all
we can hope
to live for
when we're just living
Warrior AngelI'm a warrior Angel,Warrior Angel9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A fighter to the core.
In my hands a holy blade,
My blood sings out for more.
I fight for the side of justice,
For what's noble, and what's right.
And my hands are healing,
and warm the darkest night.
I am a warrior Angel,
I'm loyal through and through.
My heart is warm and loving,
and I do it all for you.
I'll Guard you in the long, cold night,
And keep you safe till morn.
Until I fly on wings of light,
For a new day is born.
I am a warrior Angel,
And yet I walk the shadow
I will let no one see
The wounds are there, but shallow.
I am a wingless angel
I lost them long ago
Because I chose to save a soul
at the cost of mine own.
The wounds are almost healed,
but I'll keep my vigil true.
I'll never leave my watching post,
Because I do love you.
You touch my heart,
And you still don't know
That I'm a warrior Angel,
And I loved you long ago.
I will guard you as you sleep,
You'll lose sleep no more.
I am your Guardian Angel
And I'll watch you evermore.
I am a warrior Ang
if not its perfect cadence.he knows the sound of my footsteps;if not its perfect cadence.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are spiders laying eggs in my mailbox and their speck-eyed children
greet me when i come to steal my letters back.
he might have dared to be jealous, but here he is warped and prideful.
vibrato in the pastures where it is difficult to remember not to sing.
he knows the sound of my voice:
my knuckles shatter when i unbolt the windows
to call the dust inside and he is listening instead.
he swims through the clover and demands a mint from my fingers, huffs an indignant
july breath when i turn my pockets inside out.
i thunder a goodbye, unanswered. my hands tremble,
reflect the aftershock.
he turns his head, pretends that he does not have me memorised;
he knows the sound of my arrival,
we're better off pretendingthis is me tellingwe're better off pretending5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you that we'd be great if "we"
didn't include "me"
HeroI saw the building burningHero8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with everyone inside,
the daycare was on the middle floor,
and I couldnt let them all die.
So, without thinking, I ran right in,
knowing-if it was the last thing i did-
I had to save those kids.
With the sirens around the corner,
my heart beating fast,
my lungs filling with smoke,
and no clue how much time had passed,
I grabbed the kids and ran outside,
the walls burning fast,
I could only carry two at a time-
but I wouldnt let them die.
It seemed like time had stopped,
no more clock going tick-tock,
all that was moving
were the me, and the flames.
The little ones crying,
and no matter how I tried,
I was so worried
that just one of them might die.
All of them out,
going up one last time to check,
only then did I realize
that I was a wreck.
I could barely breathe,
my blonde hair was singed black,
and right then,
I remembered back-
to when I was little,
and wanted to be a fireman,
to save peoples lives,
and I wasn't afraid of dying then.
Nor was I now,
words, unspokenwords, unspoken8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why is it so hard
to say, "i love you"
those three words,
my whole mentation of you
i know that what i feel
is strong, so true
yet i'm still scared
to express myself, like
holding a 50 pound weight,
sinking in water
and i know this sounds stupid,
but i'm afraid to let go of it,
afraid to lose what i now have
knowing that, in reality
i could have so much more,
but i choose to constantly
drown myself, in love
and what i'm saying
no sense to you
but love, itself
is not sensible
and wasnt made for
us to figure out
to say, "i love you"
would be giving you
and i'm not ready, for
it to be broken, so those
in my mind
tickling my soul
roam in my thoughts
(i wish there was another way
to let you know that,
i love you)
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Aluminium free.Love comes down toAluminium free.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pheromones and ticking clocks.
But as time passes,
I stop smelling so sweet.
GeminiGemini11 years ago in Other More Like This
Smiling in the sunlight
I'll always do whats right
I'll always save the day
What better reason to live than to help others
How better to live than as a hero
I will be your champion for
I live this life in the light
I live this life in the dark
I will be your master for
How better to live than as a god
What better reason to live than to be served
I'll always win in the end
My word will always be right
Laughing in the night
Stained WordsStained words spewed from out of faulty sworn lipsStained Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut into my skin causing a crimson flow,
Oh how harsh, how cruel is the edge,
As like a knife they into my soul rip.
Broken hidden ties of golden hue band
Lie on the ground, tattered, shredded so
I cannot see even a seam worthy to mend
Answer me why with your words you flung your hand.
Sparkling stars, captured and set in gold
Look not like a heavenly constellation as before
One, two, three, four, five, the number of stars falling this night
Oh how did you so skillfully blind my eyes from seeing your red flag folded
Come night, come shadows, come nightmares, to me
Haunt me, torment me, as only you can
I lie here waiting, listless and broke
Ravage my dreams that were heavenly seen
Come Lord Of Shadows, dance ore my window sill
Slip into the light of one candle as you used to
Call to me, then take these white wings and turn them black
For I have had my fill of this commitment so ill
Ah, how I see you, a mere whisper of a shape, beautiful
Sliced BreadFilled with a senseSliced Bread5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with one glance,
the whole room knows
who is in charge.
We all know
that youre the special,
you believe that youre
Gods gift to the world and
no matter what might be said else wise,
you continue on your way,
indifferent to how
you treat others.
When will you
come to the realization
that youre not the be all,
end all and you
dont rule the world and
youre not the greatest thing since
EulogyThe dream-catchers are handmadeEulogy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but each bear the same mark of boredom.
On the reservation,
the dirt is red and separated from the turquoise on sale.
The tops of the mountains have been scraped off
like whipped cream from pudding cups
of beautiful alien rock.
"Plateau," my mother says.
I am not sure if it is a name
or a command.
The lightning storms are brighter in the desert.
I sit perched on the horizon,
the edge of one loss to another
given up my love, all my bottled water.
The mountains carry their own babies in the muddy puddles,
against the wind they huddle,
but their semi-circle somehow is just one great smile.
I let them tell me I walk over dinosaurs,
that their bones are beneath my feet.
earthy wire and string
these are the weapons I possess
to protect me from their ghosts.
The hollows are for imagination
and the web for night-terrors,
like a brain fraught with holes from pens
trying hard to fill a page,
when you've only got a page left.
The SeaWhen you make the two one, you will become the Sons of Adam, and when you say, 'Mountain, move away,' it will move away.The Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thomas 106: 1-2
When I returned to town, I heard the stories:
That you'd walked the oak path,
And past the angel with the flaming sword;
Beneath the river,
Behind the trees
And through a pantheon
Of wind broken stone;
You'd marched north
Until your steps matched the syncopation
Of the whale-song
And the cedars in the wind,
You'd crossed the bridge
To enter the valley kingdom.
I know that you'd watched the jaybird pick our nightmares from its
GeminiThey are identical twins.Gemini7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They know of each other.
They live in different worlds.
One lives on earth. The other with the gods and goddesses.
They can only see each other at the ocean when the full moon is going down.
The one on earth keeps the other grounded.
The other in the heavens lets the other fly the sky.
They are both named Gemini.
Copy written to Lynette Petrie