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Take it from God or Dr. Frankenstein
when you create something
that's when the trouble starts

The monster lives
a replica of its creator
if it's a song or a universe

if it's a book or a blonde or a galaxy
or a man assembled from stolen parts
or a house or a cake or a parachute
creation is where the trouble starts

The monster was misunderstood, you see
the good Dr. did the best he could
with a hank of hair and a piece of bone
a handful of clay and a breath alone

all issue is a replication of the artist
so, God must be imperfect like Frankenstein
the universe has stitches across the forehead
and electrodes on the neck, but it lives, it lives

When Jack Kerouac was my age, he was dead already.
The universe is not perfect, why should we expect God to be?
If God doesn't edit, then why do things keep changing?
These are questions that both Kerouac and Frankenstein asked.

I wouldn't give you a dime for a God without faults
did he say, "Oops, I created hurricanes and polio?"
I don't think so. God is not perfect, he only thinks He is.
If he was perfect, how could he have created us?

In His Own Image

Be my rabbi, Rebbe Lrod.

joel wrote:Be my rabbi, Rebbe Lrod.

'gimmie a minute', says Rabbi Frankenstein
I'm still trying to get it right
you caught me editing. Does God edit?
we must wonder
Is AIDS an edit?
Are earthquakes edits?
Excuse me, God and I are trying to finish this poem.

Careful that God doesn't strike you down for implying he/she is possibly imperfect......

Our translation perhaps hide what the scripture doesn't: God has been known to repent.

Peevette wrote:Careful that God doesn't strike you down for implying he/she is possibly imperfect......

If God struck me down, at least I would know that He was there.

joel wrote:Our translation perhaps hide what the scripture doesn't: God has been known to repent.

joel, the poem is done
I repent
I don't know what God's opinion is

I don't know what God's opinion is

You may never know........

and the definition comes back up: what is perfection?

joel wrote:and the definition comes back up: what is perfection?

Is there anyone who could truely answer that question and feel confident that their answer is the true answer? Is there a such thing as 'perfection'?

Lightning Rod is perfect. Just ask him.

Peevette wrote:

joel wrote:and the definition comes back up: what is perfection?

Is there anyone who could truely answer that question and feel confident that their answer is the true answer? Is there a such thing as 'perfection'?

Oh, there are many! There seem to be so many people who are outright crippled by a belief that it they entertain any possibility of falsehood in their convictions, then the entire concept of Truth would dissipate into utter chaos. I've heard people I love tell me that if they don't believe that what is true is the absolute measure of TRUTH, then everything is meaningless. There are so many people who are being slapped around by the onslaught of postmodernism, lamenting their loss of comfortable certainty, while the rest of the folks around them look askewly saying "Duh."

At best I think perfection can be a matter of faith, not of knowledge--and the two are enjoying an amicable divorce.

Who needs to be perfect? No one is...but Lrod comes darn close.

(And Doreen--I smile for you. You may delete anything I ever write...I believe in resurrection.)

Who needs to be perfect? No one is...but Lrod comes darn close.

joel, joel, joel! Don't you know he's lysdexic? When he gave himself the nickname "Lrod," he was trying to call himself "Lord."



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LOL!!! just saw your line about resurrection. I can't stop laughing. Thanks, joel. You crack me up!

when you create something
that's when the trouble starts

Yass. As Percy Byatch well knew.
JHVH, whereever He be,
Should be apprehended--and sued.

(Frankenstein great PB Shelley sci-fi: Percy no mere pulpmeister (or vulgar, wannabe gonzo artiste). Some say even his main squeeze Mary had a hand in its creation--Branagh-/DeNiro cinematic version was not so bad).

If the universe was cold
I'm talking -400 degrees Kelvin
there would be no motion, no change
everything would last forever
stillness in the deep-freeze

we would not have to bother to adapt
just be with Our Father forever, Father of Ice
the thought is nice, but it's not to be
Love makes heat you see