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The One On My Shoulder
He whispers in my ear of all he'll give to me
How Hell is not so bad, how he will set me free
He tells me his truth has the golden touch
He gives me a choice, says it won't cost too much
Just my soul, he tells "I have none, never needed one
Death is better than life, an eternity of fun”
I will not listen to him or his tempting lies
I pray for the haunting day that he up and dies
Although he wants to take me down with him
Where all lost souls cry, my fate is not so grim
For he has no soul to be cleansed of its sins
While mine has hope of being washed when the end begins
How Hell is not so bad, how he will set me free
He tells me his truth has the golden touch
He gives me a choice, says it won't cost too much
Just my soul, he tells "I have none, never needed one
Death is better than life, an eternity of fun”
I will not listen to him or his tempting lies
I pray for the haunting day that he up and dies
Although he wants to take me down with him
Where all lost souls cry, my fate is not so grim
For he has no soul to be cleansed of its sins
While mine has hope of being washed when the end begins
Published 24th Aug 2011
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Anonymous
25th Aug 2011 6:38am
You write about Satan often. Do you have encounters as often as it seems or are these mostly dreams? You have said you think about faith everyday, is this a part of that? Does one always acompany the other or does Jesus find his own time to visit you? I only ask because these poems are so intense and frequent that it must feel like you are on a battlefield in a war for your soul. I wonder if it is all true or just dreams. I do not believe in religous myths but i find it interesting that you are so different. Others i know who think of such things are usually busy trying to prove that God exists or does not exist. Not many say they have no faith but keep searching. Had we not talked the other day i might not believe you are real. I might wonder if you came to me in a dream i never want to wake from.
16th Sep 2011 10:42pm
umm, yes... lol, well, I think our dreams are connected to a part of our brains that has a unique understanding of how we feel. It doesn't have the cloud of our ego to tell us how to express those feelings, but it also does not know how to explain those feelings in an ordinary way, so I don't think dreams are just dreams, I think dreams are more true than our waking thoughts, if only we could access the memory of them as easily as the waking ones. Sometimes the waking thoughts are not so easy to recall. Maybe someday we will be able to plug in to our dreams and record them.
My search for faith revolves around my up-bringing as a Catholic both in the church and in school. It's a very long story, but my opinion of Priests and Nuns is that they are not very good teachers, even though they are supposed to be. And I don't just mean in Math, English and History, but in the very thing they are trained to teach, Christianity. I know they can't teach Science, but they lost me at faith. Still, I was aware that millions upon millions of people had faith in many different religions, so at a young age, I started looking elsewhere. I just feel that there must be something to all these religions, so many firmly believe and I just can't understand why. So I keep searching for that ability in me. There is a battle within me, most of my beliefs have come from an internal battle that is eventually resolved in a belief of one sort or another. Very few of my beliefs about anything came from simple acceptence, even science that has evidense to back it up. I always look for other possibilities before deciding what I will accept as fact or as truth.
My search for faith revolves around my up-bringing as a Catholic both in the church and in school. It's a very long story, but my opinion of Priests and Nuns is that they are not very good teachers, even though they are supposed to be. And I don't just mean in Math, English and History, but in the very thing they are trained to teach, Christianity. I know they can't teach Science, but they lost me at faith. Still, I was aware that millions upon millions of people had faith in many different religions, so at a young age, I started looking elsewhere. I just feel that there must be something to all these religions, so many firmly believe and I just can't understand why. So I keep searching for that ability in me. There is a battle within me, most of my beliefs have come from an internal battle that is eventually resolved in a belief of one sort or another. Very few of my beliefs about anything came from simple acceptence, even science that has evidense to back it up. I always look for other possibilities before deciding what I will accept as fact or as truth.
Interesting take but I do belive you have a soul that you are fighting for..excellent.. poem..peace Crim :)
Thank you for commenting Crim! I don't know for sure if I have a soul, I'd like to believe it and I want to feel that there will be some form of existance after physical death. I think everyone wants to be eternal, but if there is nothing, what do I have to leave behind but my poetry? I am past having children, or at least I highly doubt anyone young enough to have a child is going to want an old geezer like me to father their child, lol. I can't even find another old geezer who wants me, so books of poetry it is...
