God’s Character

There's something about a pair of pants  
this blinding white's sheen and glow  
the hidden softness beyond reach of hand  
the arrousing mound so briefly shown.  
   
'Tis such a little hill you know  
but in mounting one, one can find  
the wealth of ages hidden below  
the mother of all humankind.  
   
Those misogynistic old white men sat in Rome,  
properganderized a man
but I believe God gave great joyous moans  
as She birthed Eve, the first, human!

God is the guy you talk to
When you are on the bog
clutching your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for swift recovery
from the pangs of filth and misery
generated from your own pile of shit

God is the guy who tells you outright
“you fucked up”
but you find it hard to ask for redemption
You have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And god decides you won’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own fabicrated defence

God is the boy in a wheel chair riding past you
He is the girl on graveyard shift overworked, underpaid
He is the kid on the street doing skateboard tricks
He is sleeping in newspapers at the bus stop
And he’s the bruise on your face, as you lie silent in your bed

God is watching you when you say:

“Oh god here we go again”
“God only knows”  
“Good god James, how is that even possible?”
“Oh my god”  
“There but for the grace of god go I “

Yes. God is watching you
 lying awake at night, wondering if things will get better

And at the end of your days
when you meet God
He might turn you over in your grave
And pave -  the road to a better place -
Out there in the swampy salt marsh of interplanetary space

God is love
And
God is hate
And God is imagined
And God is war
And God is suffering
And God is a prophecy
And a demon
And a construct
And a chat bot
And not

I don’t believe in you
God
Go f*** yourself

And why
God only knows why
Why do you let so many kids go hungry
Or live in unsafe spaces
Or coughing in mouldy places
No blankets no shoes
No heaters no beds
No medicines
Unfed
Without without without
I scream I shout I cry
God only knows why
You let them die in those god awful wars
What a joke!
Seriously?
Sitting up there, all high and mighty, in your sky jacuzzi

I command you, take your blood
And famine, vermin, noxious beasts and pestilence
Take your lackadaisical slaying of children
And shove it up your hypothetical asshole

 

but at least the creature standing on four legs
can read how an owner is feeling
if life takes a dangerous turn.

of course those are beautiful sights,
merely seeing whom bring soul to an enormous delight,,
here there everywhere are mystic mights,
but once a while god puts onto you his light,,
Do you see that tree standing like a buddha?,
"chitbhanjan-saral-shantimay-sudha",,
neither a god nor a devil clutter it inside,
It see everything on a passing flight,,
the words cease the mind stops,
you can conclude god's beautiful plot,,
the opportunity demands & the deity states,
"u sit as well on this charming date,,
with half-closed eyes when silence rise,
do the same as this tree the wise",,
slowly-slowly it will happen one day,
i dont know what to say i dont know what day,,
but it is said that you come to realize,
"the very center that flows in you, of life"....