What is there to stem
The fractured resonance?
Who is there to tell
Those who stir this dissonance?
What is a future but a life long uncertainty
What is really real in the fractures of reality
God sits upon a throne
Beneath him into the ground we’re thrown
Languishing in rot and ruin
Sacrificed to all and nothing
We seek and in this act we are sought
We herald consciousness and bitter thought
All throughout the kingdom of our minds
Questioning the obedience we left behind
Mankind slips on the slope of his own psyche
Blinded are we, by fractured realities
As God hides his face
Humiliated by his love and grace
We seek to ask , sought to question why?
Why that in his image we still kill and in turn die…
Logic
Dictate
Question and mutate
Grow from a fickle idea
Brewed in loathing and inner fear
Consequence is annihilation
Questions answered in cold blood
Until the rains come
To wash away the canvas
To clear the board and start again.
Please tell me what you think
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Well Written, But Philosophically Somewhat Flawed
I would agree with deedeewp that you have a somewhat constructed idea of God. This does not separate you in any great deal from anyone else, and it is not a condemnation, merely an observation.
I think that I got more of a sense that you were chastising people for not folowing the path you percieve God to have laid out, rather than the interpretation deedeewp has taken that you are in fact complaining that God isn't doing enough.
I think that the real question is, is the God you are speaking of not the same one who is supposed to have destroyed the world, and the lives of individual men and women on no more than a whim, or to win contests?
I think you paint an overly-kind picture of the entity that so many people believe in. In the many forms that this being takes, God can hardly be called a saint. So I think that "in his image we still kill and die," is ironically acurate.
In the end, it is we humans, and our psyche who have needed the idea of the divine to fill those questions we were too week, stupid, crazy, ignorant (eg. baby's are ignorant of where people go when the door is shut to their room... we were ignorant of what lightning was/fire), to know the answer to.
We created God, so ultimately we are responsible for his actions as well as our own.
I think that this poem has many points that beg discussion, and which prompt critical thinking, and in that manner it is what I would call a very good poem.
Philosopy surrounding the content is entirely up to the observer, and is therefore never going to be the same.
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I have a few problems with this. You have set up your own idea of God, and then proceed to complain about it.
I do like the line "we seek, and in this act we are sought" though. But I think you should be asking the questions of yourself and others, not God. He's busy with the important things.
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