In God’s Name

img_3018Of the myriad species with us here

Mankind, alone, might be aware

Marking time; possessing empathy

Self-consciousness and a will that’s free


Then why the folly of deadly strife

With religion oft cited to take a life

Which god asks people to kill the same

To glorify its works or defend its name


A divine being would not have need

To see its creations do bloody deed

If such actions must take place

They’re surely not done with any god’s grace


Greed and power are the reasons why

Tribe against creed vie and die

A deity cares neither for war nor peace

As paltry lifeforms squander their lease


A god doesn’t act as a grand puppeteer

Pulling strings to spread carnage and fear

A monotheist would only be benign

Free, not envious, of another’s design


So when in a god’s name we take its greatest gift

Perverting its cause to some meaningless rift

Know true to yourself that you are to blame

Or answer before it, and hang your head in shame.

What If?

2003-09-14-08h41m03Ere the cosmos clock’s first soundless tick

What ephemeral force might, knowing, quick

Call space, time and matter into being

From nought that is, we now are seeing


No corporeal hand did our world form

But flotsam from a primordial storm

And, if that, what then was there before

To will into existence new physical law


Cause stars and planets to outward flee

Some vectored origin that may not be

What vacuum do galaxies seek to fill

Time’s unknown boundaries testing still


Earthly minds can ne’er full hold

Understanding of creation’s mould

Except to note without illusion

Negative truths cannot be proven.



Perhaps I’ve lived ten thousand lives

As boastful husbands and down-trod wives

Rich adventurer and frail old crone

No longer called by names once known


Captain of industry, pauper and fool

Adulteress drowned by the ducking stool

Each person I might one time have been

By present day eyes cannot be seen


Past deeds all gone like smoke in space

Of fortunes and debts there is no trace

And material things, all left behind

Cannot be claimed by this clean-slate mind


Each new existence, once the die is cast

Denying our knowledge of times long past

No enduring shadow of a former self

Can ere be found by any who delve


But isn’t some imprint left somewhere

In a cosmic library recorded out there

Perhaps by some power that plans our fate

Knowing existence isn’t a random state


If we kept the memories from earlier days

We might be able to improve our ways

Then born once more to make our mark

We needn’t start afresh, in the dark


But covetous claims on things once thine

Might clog the courts with writs malign

Perhaps it’s best to start afresh

As infants wearing virgin flesh