COMFORT OF AN ENEMY

This casket
is larger than a
shoebox
with walls of stained
sheepskin;
is so much like me,
either a friend
or an enemy...
I notice
for over a year now

I'm not dead
but inside this casket
i live
moving around
basked with independence
and solitude
in other words,
I am a
prisoner.

Today
this casket is a friend
though the world
outside is
so much of an enemy
in a way
I so much like,
in a way
the bullets fires
and explotion
of bombs
are music to my ears
when they hit
the solid ground..

inside my cell
I am safe
in my usual corner
I will succumb
to the demand of
my deteriorating strength...
to the comfort of my grave.

- Toto

The Tower

this is a poem by MarkN originally posted as a comment to one of my blogs.

In every Church, a Sinner.
Every God, a Fascist.
Every Priest, a Pedophile,
& every Saint is a Terrorist.
For every Prayer is Guilt.

Masses of Hypocrisy,
Devotion to Ignorance,
Culture of Genocide,
Lust for Oppression,
Undying Faith in Slavery
Is Life not Free?

An Orgasm to every Pig in Funeral,
As would a Whore to a Nun
& a Crucifix for every Injustice
That they have done.

An Empire of Greed
with an Institution for Hunger,
Monopoly on Abuse ,
& Charity on Compassion.

Another Religion,
Another War.
Another Victim falls to the Ground.

Another Slave,
to Fall its Knees on the Floor
with a Grenade on one Hand,
The enemy’s Cock on the other.

Bullets to Separate Borders,
Rivers that divide Mountains,
Wombs to give birth for Corpses
Cries of Unrestrained Anger,

from Below..
Underneath..
From 6 Feet Under..
To Walk the shattered glass on the Concrete

A Hammer to SMASH it's Symbol of Power,
& Angels to Dance on the Ruins..

-unitedbychaos@yahoo.com

rain

i've had this poem for quite a while but failed to share it with you. i always made sure that all my works be shared as soon as i finish making them and i deeply apologize for the delay. hope you'll forgive me on my shortcoming.

it sliced through the air
as it tears through the heart
brings forth the memories
of sudden depart
and flows like a river
like tears on a face
trying hard to fill
the heart's dry and empty space.

the beat of drums
in the rhythm of sadness
and heaps of light
forcing through the clouds darkness
barely illuminating
a wretched soul
picking up the pieces
of a self once whole.

it travels through rain;
words of undying love
bridging the earth below
and heaven's above.

the nature of humyns

i wandered through the heavens
in search of redemption
into the vast skylight, in flight
deep into a soulful expedition,
i'm lost.

deep in the darkness of seeming halt,
in uncertain passages
of lightless alleys
of open creeks and chasmic faults,
i venture.

in the vastness of radiance
of joyous incantations in the rhythm so holy
of endless longing to be one
with the entity,
my host.

in every corner of consciousness
of thoughts and wisdom of ages past
through the shadows of history,
of cycles to last,
our nature.

on religion...

i was (& still am) at the 'foreplay stage' of reading a book Dialogues: At One Inch Above the Ground by James W. Heisig when i feel the urge to write about religion & spirituality, subjects which i am very much enthusiastic to discuss & debate upon especially with my mom (which by the way i just had an argument with her a few moments before writing this).

i was born & raised as a catholic, groomed to follow a heritage of priests in the family. in fact, when i graduated from high school i was awarded acolyte of the year & was headed for the seminary for college. apparently, priesthood wasn't my vocation, nor was becoming a catholic for the rest of my life.

when i entered the university, let's say i was 'enlightened' & thus my search for spiritual growth began.

sophomore year, the period when a lot of things happened in my life. my son was born, i stopped doing drugs (for a while), & i stopped going to church, even doing the sign of the cross. it was a dynamic year of internal psycho-emotional flux.

i begin to question faith, religion, & the entire institution we thrive in. i became interested in other religions in order to satisfy my longing for the idea they call GOD. the only good thing about the constant flux of opposing ideas raging in my thoughts is that never in my entire existence i lost my belief in the Supreme Consciousness.

there came a time when i wanted to convert into Islam but eventually became discouraged because of the fact that the teachings in Qur'an are contradictory to each other (same is true with the Christian Bible). & one very interesting point to be noted in the passages in Qur'an is the fact that it justifies the use of force towards non-believers,& the minority role of women in the society.

with the frustration i've encountered with Islam i came back to the aid of catholicism, but again it failed me. the dark history of the church i.e. crusades & inquisition, vatican scandals scarred it badly that no matter how i try to paint it out of the picture the stains will always be there. i cannot lie to myself.

for months i became a drifter, a wanderer in the endless desert of emptiness. i browsed from one book after another in the hopes of finding a religion that would satisfy me. i went thought the core teachings of each & every religions of east & west e.g. Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, the Eastern Orthodox Church, & other sects of Christianity, only to come up with a concrete conclusion: every one of them believe in the existence of GOD.

therefore i said to myself, why am i in constant search for a religion to follow when they all believe in the same thing? dogmas & doctrines are nothing but practices that distinguish one from the other, same as the name they call GOD.

although my spiritual life is far from maturity, being vegetarian & following tantra yoga practices is a head start for my spiritual revolution.i remain confident that i have made the right choice not to follow a certain belief system, & continue my journey to self-realization alongside with doing service to humanity.

i really find it funny watching tv evangelists mudslinging, throwing curses against each other in order to prove whose religion is true & whose is false. i also find it annoying when people try to persuade me to become a follower of their faith using dogma as a tool for preaching. and i really hate it when people discriminate others on religious grounds (i must say my mom is guilty of that when she reprimands me on my spiritual practice).

therefore i ask myself, why am i in constant search for a religion to follow, when every one of them believes in one thing? why must i practice a specific religion when i can follow the basic teaching of charity, compassion, & love without dogmas & doctrines?

instead of becoming a unifying force, religion caused (& is still causing) conflicts & the division of humanity.

wouldn't it be wonderful to live in a world where everyone can practice his or her chosen path towards righteousness?

imagine.

dream catcher

entangled thread and twisted coil
vision of chaos and turmoil
endless circumnavigation;
journey of mystification.

puzzle to ensnare sensations
webbed prayer constantly binding
reality from illusions;
whispers in flight softly passing.