"I am chromeantennae. I strive to be a brainfeeder and transmit my messages through my antennas. I want to be infinite."
I don't call myself religious because religion is a guide set by mortal men. They've written the book that you must know by heart according to most and rules to follow. However the path to total righteousness is not through the rules given to you in manuscripts and spoken by the tongues of mortal men. It is not through the heart of a pastor, or my mother or father, no one. It is through the heart of the Higher Power. And through Him, I shall prosper.
I try my very best to be spiritual, not religious, because being religious to me is going through the motions in hopes of ascension. Following orders given to you in a book and by the words of mortal men, going by their interpretation of what is good and true as opposed to what you feel in your heart of hearts, as right. I refuse to live that way. I will not live to die. I will not live for a
I saw him in the smile my cousin's little boy gave me yesterday.
How could such a beautiful creation be random,
Or have no purpose?
I saw him in the old lady who gave a homeless man a pound,
Even though she had to dig right to the bottom of her bag for her purse.
She had arthritis.
I saw him in my beautiful, brave auntie who gave her life to good.
She deserves her just reward for loving, no complaints, even though
She died from her illness.
I saw him in the children of Agape, so radiant and inspirational.
Through all the poverty life has thrown at them one after the other,
They never gave up hope.
I saw him in the stars, but I saw him in the wasps,
I glimpsed him in the waves, but they drowned a man soon after.
I glanced him in the elements, but one of them is fire.
I thought I saw God,
But maybe I've seen nothing yet.
Still, I tend to be one to believe only in what I can see with my own two eyes. Well, heh, 'm down to one, now. Times like these I think about some of the better times, when we was teenagers. Like that old lady I helped that one time, the blind one. What was I thinkin' when I gave her that money, and told 'er she had a guardian angel lookin' over 'er? Where'd I even come up with somethin' like that? I got no idea. I guess sometimes I get like that, just feel somethin' an' let it be said.
Some of the scrapes us four got into
Armies of puppets to spill so much blood.
Homes built on ashes from generations past,
And our children victims of His terrible flood.
I sit here and ponder why He exists,
And controls the fate of all.
Strings attached to all of our wrists,
And if they weren't there, would we fall?
I stand and declare His existence extinct,
His holy wars valid no more.
And His' puppets never to be inked,
With questions of, "Whom are we fighting for?"
Lastly, I present You with a glimmer of hope,
Since He 's no longer above your head.
Seek You and Us when life forces you to cope,
For He has packed up His show and fled.