Seek the Creator and then you'll rejoice!
Get alone. Still your mind and you'll hear His voice!
Get a good Bible translation, it will save you some time.
Open it, ask the Father to please open your mind.
The words on the page will become Supernaturally clear.
At times you make think God is speaking in your ear.
For me gentle and positive thoughts come to my mind.
That are perfectly related to the bible verses I find.
God inspired minds to write this whole book for you.
Imagine if you let Him, what He could do for you too!
Without Him you could read a verse over and over again.
And after praying, it suddenly you understand!
Even the eleven Disciples left during Jesus time.
In Luke 24:45 He had to open their minds!
Nonbeliever and Doubters only see a book.
But it takes God to give you supernatural vision to look!
We all live in this world that's cursed and filled with strife.
The Bible's purpose is to navigate us through this life.
Pastor's can give you basic's to help you to understand.
But God says I will teach you not a woman or man!
Don't let anyone teach you while charging you a fee.
When you can go to the Father himself and get it for free!
She needs a new familiar, she is frightened of black cats.
This was told to them by a wizard named Charlie T. Matts.
No one believed it, for she was a powerful witch after all.
It is true, agreed a nonbeliever, seeing her hiding that fall.
She was behind a birch tree, as cats paraded by in masks.
Some of them were mealy mouthed, focused on their tasks.
They scare her to death the now believer told the others.
She needs to be straightened out said both of her grandmothers.
The cards were a prop
Commoners like them
They tell her nothing
She is a psychic
Clarity comes from her spirit guides
She studies the cards carefully
Fabricating elaborate meanings
To keep the man interested
He is a nonbeliever
Her open channel slams shut
Tell him nothing her spirit guides say
I cannot take your money, she tells him
I apologize but the spirit guides are not speaking today
Maybe this one was the real deal he tells his wife later.
if there is no God
there is no afterlife
if there is God
there is no afterlife for everyone on average!
because
afterlife only for exclusive souls
where God shall disclose own shape
average souls are not qualified for the afterlife
average souls shall suffer the pain of birth and death circle
and will recycle in it till becoming qualified for the afterlife
philanthropic mind
always pious
there no need to be believer or nonbeliever
welfare doing is the best religion
and such doer is favor of God
theism or atheism
not base foundation of pious!
good doer, only the virtuous
either being theist or atheist
always near to God!
27.05.2020 Chattogram
Lean Harvests
by Michael R. Burch
for T.M.
the trees are shedding their leaves again:
another summer is over.
the Christians are praising their Maker again,
but not the disconsolate plover:
i hear him berate
the fate
of his mate;
he claims God is no body’s lover.
Published by The Rotary Dial and Angle
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Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub
She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).
Little church in the middle of nowhere, empty car in the parking lot.
Hundreds of empty souls and their memories have wandered in between halls and pews; teeth gnashing lies, angry hands signing love while simultaneously forcing their words down your throat like a medicine syringe to an infant but what have you done to be deemed sick, nonbeliever?
The trees are pink and the house is purple and when you put them together the sky turns lilac
The butterflies in the bushes don’t flutter into my hands anymore and they say it’s because I have not found god
Little girls in purple houses are losing their innocence and the pink trees are losing their appeal because demand out runs supply and, couldn’t we say the same for faith?
What haven’t we done to be deemed as sick, believer?
The Atheist
am I the person
who disbelieves existence
of God--for lack of
can’t see HIM---visions
concept confused---based religions
agnostic, skeptic
doubt, disbeliever
doubting Thomas atheist
lack nonbeliever
11/24/18
For The Atheist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Upon the shores of the fourth of eight,
Lakes locked in links in a damned river chain,
Lives a wooden edifice upon this straight,
Of mutated water which wades in its own rain.
‘Tis an Inn which watches the wrath of time,
A witness of what does unravel,
Since 1896 its gaze has seen peace and crime,
Unfold from what’s built upon from beneath its breast of gravel.
Dripping sticks of a ticking clock’s cuckoo click,
In winter, stalactite icicles form a frenzy of frozen fever,
Whose seasonal trends descend from gravity’s tricks,
From the rooftops of this haunted home of the nonbeliever.
the once-believer in “god”
had been wallowing in the feeling of being all alone
in a world in which every contact that they had
was based on a work of fiction full of characters
on the basis of whom
millions throughout history
have sacrificed their lives
in order to get a reward
be it the myth of “heaven”
or 72 virgins---
this once-believer dragged along these dogmas
that had been beat into their head since birth
through their early adolescence &
over time, as they became educated, finding a wonderful interest in the
world, questioning all things,
they started to see all the hogwash
for what it really is &
the freeing loss of faith
liberated another.
but for some reason,
this latent nonbeliever has been wearing the mask of jesusfreak, mosespunk
or muhammadchump for some time now,
allowing all their family members & their friends to find comfort
in the complacence of no change whatsoever
to be found in the way they had been raised
to be found in the town in which they grew up
or to be found in the mantras by which they supposedly lived their lives---
and all had been tranquil
neath’ the tower of lies by which
said nonbeliever in disguise
lived out their days.
Time can be said to be varying blends of opposites.
Time can also be worn like a kaleidoscopic
-- telltale state -- ring
or as glasses with a mood ring's thermochromatic
lenses to read things, self, and others.
Time is exposed or even personified as:
good or evil,
boring or interesting,
satisfying or unfulfilling,
sense and nonsensical,
lover or hater,
believer or nonbeliever,
still or transient,
and pro-you and/or me or anti-you and/or me.
Time can not be contended,
for in the end we
become it.