intensity, crescendo

[e_dog]

the body,
time,
the wreckage of existence

your kiss is almost
immemorial
to me now

what reason
is there,
what purpose?
why, God,
art thou
the cruelest
persecutor?
is what the Christ
meant.

[creativesoul]

i some how think that christ was a really nice guy. i am not exactly his follwer? or am I. i mean kindness just seems to ooze out of him. i think perhaps what is cruel is our own thinking
i know that jesus would never treat me the way i have treated myself
there have been other very wise men as well that were not quite as popular as Big C- but each in thier unique way have been able to dispel the blaming of the outside circumstance for our short comings
i miss good kissing as well
but i think it unfair to blame christ

[creativesoul]

i some how think that christ was a really nice guy. i am not exactly his follwer? or am I. i mean kindness just seems to ooze out of him. i think perhaps what is cruel is our own thinking
i know that jesus would never treat me the way i have treated myself
there have been other very wise men as well that were not quite as popular as Big C- but each in thier unique way have been able to dispel the blaming of the outside circumstance for our short comings
i miss good kissing as well
but i think it unfair to blame christ

[iblieve]

Christ died for our sins not our pain, pain serves its purpose, it makes us appreciate the sweeter things in life. Great poem my friend. "C"

[abstroint]

I wanted to list all the reasons but some questions can remain unanswered it’s just like that…haunting Why? Damn ambiguous questions. Answers can sometimes come precisely and quickly but often there are layers that have to develop over time before an ah-ha lights up the halo around your head. I think from observing experiences, that until we learn what we are meant to from events, we are force to repeat them…be it from memory or new experience until…

Lucy is using a cheap hammer and keeps hitting her thumb…Now that it has swollen large enough that Lucy’s friend notices…her friend tells her it’s easier to hit the mark with a hammer that is weighted and balance for the strike…now Lucy has an expensive hammer and hasn’t hit her thumb in days

[~K]

Sometimes the answer
lies in the question.
A subtle jester bred
to make you smile,
when you realize the truth
wasn't worth pursuing.

[abstroint]

[e_dog]

"i miss good kissing as well
but i think it unfair to blame christ" --stilltruckin

the poem is meant as a meditation on the passage from the New Testament where Jesus cries out, and i paraphrase, Why God have you forsaken me? the "kiss" referred to in the poem is not a romantic, sexual thing.

[stilltrucking]

CS
I have only had one dream about Jesus and He was a nice guy. And in my dream he was a black man. Or maybe it was Osiris?


I was thinking about Judas and the kiss
I did not see it that way
I mean I did not see any blame.


e-dog

"i miss good kissing as well
but i think it unfair to blame christ" --stilltruckin

Is that a misquote?

Geez if I can't blame God who can I blame?

Therefore I say, "He
...destroys the blameless and
the wicked
If the scourge slays
...suddenly
He laughs at the pight of
...the innocent
The earth is given into the
...hand of the wicked
...judges
If it is not He, who else
...could it be?

An Answer To Job the only book I have read by Jung.
Jesus is the answer. Been a long time since I read it but it seems he said the Christ was the feminine nature of that mighty smighty Hebrew G d.

“Beware the man of one book” Tacitus?

[e_dog]

sorry, ST. that quote is from creativesoul. i guess i must've thought, that that was a pseudonym. my mistake.

[stilltrucking]

No problem. She has more creativity in her little finger than I do in my whole body. I am honored you thought it was me. I thought she was perezoso. That guy is a genuis. There are about three hundred people posting here, I think 115 of them are perezoso aliases. Too bad he has such a fixation on my poor dear dead mother's anus.


BTW
I like the poem

Been about twenty years since I read Answer to Job. I thought it was pretty good.

Sometimes I think I might have Asperger Syndrome the way I get fixated on certain things.

Jesus and the fig tree for example. I love fig trees.

I think he knew women better than any man who has ever walked this earth. But he seemed pretty stupid about trees.

[mnaz]

Yes. The Christ, though once entrapped, moved on. And God is anyone's guess.

[abstroint]

No matter the kisses flavor, its absence initially invokes desperation and questions. Whether the withholding being is the Christian God or a mere mortal, rejection is something that can be explored without turning to external omnipresent responses, through calm meditative thoughts, rather then a demand for answers. If a kiss is missed to the point of desperation then it’s worth the potential discoveries to explore the sensation of pain, without the expectation of immediate or even clearly plotted answers. There can be a multitude of layered answers to one simple why. The answer isn’t what’s important. The journey on which the discoveries are illuminated is essential to ending the repetitive tears of why.

Anyway just a few more incomplete thoughts inspire by a good poem.