If There is a God

Speculative morality issues are involved in these rhymes.....

If there is a God,

He must be dead, my friend

Otherwise, why would He let Evil Men always win?

When they live forever in Sin

And go about their business with a leering grin

I could go On and On like Erykah

But where the hell do I begin?

If I knew I would have started long ago

This Life moves so fast now

But I still remember when it seemed slow

When it was like the hands of a clock

Would just stop and not turn anymore

I hate Time because you cannot argue with it

Anymore than you can with the Ocean

As the waves crash upon the shore

Remember, that Karma is Karma, neh?

Throw that emotional baggage on the floor

And move the f**k on

Do not forget that this is just Life

There’s nothing classified really, as

                Wrong or Right

                Black or White

        It’s all just gray

And I’ll believe that until the day that I die

 

I tell ya! This life can be damned bad yet oh so good

Just like that b***h I can’t forget

Even when I know I should

Today the Sun is bright

I’m happy to be alive

Waiting for the creeping twilight

That marks the start of a warm Spring Night

Heya, Jah and this makes me happy……….

 

 

I’m just a simple White Devil who happens to wear glasses

My life is far from lavish

I’m not the kind of guy that needs the Impala

When I can ride a Caprice Classic

And guess what? That mother f****r still smashes

On down the road

And would take me wherever I need to go

But I have neither car

Just a Mercedes Benz 300d turbo

I know y’all might think that is luxury

Truthfully, that kind of talk is crazy

Because it was made the same year I was born

19 Mother F*****g Eighty-Three

So now you see that Drewcifer Kazinsky

Is just a forsaken Pauper,

A broke-a*s Emcee!!

 

I tell ya! This life can be damned bad yet oh so good

Just like that b***h I can’t forget

Even when I know I should

Today the sun is bright

I’m happy to be alive

Waiting patiently for the creeping twilight

That marks the start of a Spring Night

Heya, Jah and this makes me happy……….

 

 

I thank The Gods everyday for my beautiful Mother

And my best friend Chavez, who is just like my brother

He helped me until I could pay those outrageous bills

When I was trying to make a living in those lovely hills

To survive I started hustling trees and shitakis

Along with some pain pills

        Choose not to believe what I say

But if it wasn’t for Chavez and La Victoria,

For whom I petition the Gods for their safety every day,

I would have been dead in Stockton, which is where I am now

And seems destined to stay

But more than a few years ago, I had one foot in the grave

Lost is a haze of depression, marijuana, and Cocaine

With surely no one but myself to blame

So it may seem kind of dramatic

But this was my Life that my friends in the East Bay

Somehow managed to save

Later, KY, who is also a brother, gave me a place to stay

So f*****g what if it was a one bedroom apartment in West Oakland

And I had to sleep on a bed in the living room

He saved me from the fate I consider Doom that I now suffer but still,

It meant that I did not have to leave my adopted city so soon

One Luv! to the realest hustler in North Oakland, over off Ocean View

He’ll remain nameless but it was his substantial loan that got me through

The months of no job when I was waiting for work

With absolutely nothing to do

Many believe he’s a jerk chicken a*****e and he’s cold

To those outside the crew

It’s hard to get to know him, so many don’t bother

But I tell ya, blood, I already know how he is and I love this man like a brother

I want to live forever next to the Bay, that is the place for me where

The bullshit Stocktonian drama seems to end

Since I don’t have any real siblings

I consider many a friend a blood relation

And it just so happens

That most of them live in The East Bay

And North Oakland

This is where Drewcifer Drewmani

Drew Kazinsky would love to begin life again…….

Andrew N. Farrens
Drew Kazinsky
West Stockton, Ca

westies 209

Reviews

[Ees]

Well, the concept of the world that I have always understood was that the entire thing is a battle, good vs, evil. Neither side always wins. I have never understood God to have total power, because if God did have complete power, how did the devil become the devil? how did that snake get into the garden of eden? Ya know what I mean? I am not saying that as an argument for or against God, just what I have noticed through things that I have learned along the way.

I like the part about life moving faster now, especially. It does and always will I suspect, seem to move faster with each passing day.

I like that this seems to be more a picture of life than a real philosophical piece. It's like, yeah, life is bad, it's good, it's okay, it exists and this is how I take it.

My old a*s rusted car is only Jeep. haha don't feel bad.

"And seems destined to stay"- the 's' on "seems" doesn't seem right.

I, myself, just moved home. It f****n' sucks dude. It isn't where I want to be, I was happy where I was living before, in the hip neighborhood with some wonderful people, but I guess sometimes you just have to go back and regroup, eventually, I have to believe you'll get back to where you want to be.

[Andrew N. Farrens]

I have lot to say to this but not the time......I will send you message sometime with my thoughts on the above.
ANF

[David Scott]

Seems like the poem forgot the title by the end... Very expressive and has your signature on it for sure. I like the basic concept and alot of the questions are valid ones. I think you will find God in the kindness and love of your freinds that stick closer than a brother...
Be Well

[lee von cleef]

A pattern ,life is, and it clicks right along, but Time is a man thing,and time is a God thing,and the two are different to each one, and you made me stop my time to live and feel your world of West Stockton.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

:)

[Mia]

I thought neh was a South African thing...weird...I got really excited when I saw it! Moving on :) This was intense. I'm sensing a lot of anger...I hope you got it all out. This is a great poem. Well written, clearly expressed. I admire your ability to tell it like it is for you.

[Andrew N. Farrens]

I had no idea that "neh" was a South African expression. I stole it from James Clavell, author of The Asian Saga, which contains "Shogun" and "Tai-Pan". He uses it in those books and I liked it better than the "eh". I have always wanted to travel to Africa but alas, it has not happened yet......
ANF

[Mia]

You should do it...its beautiful :) but then again I'm biased

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts. Hard everywhere. No jobs for the young or old. Part time work is offered only. We are led by blind men. All of them. People need work and full time. Gas prices killing the USA while the men in Washington live on 2.3 million each. Before Obama is done. Estimate close to a billion dollars to keep his family happy. 47% of people on welfare. Leaders living like kings. Something is wrong with the USA. I like the story. Good to have friends and family. In the end. Poor people will win. Can't fall too far when you got nothing. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mark]

stated. testified. truth. Nicely done.

[That_Girl]

"Throw that emotional baggage on the floor
And move the f**k on" I tell myself this daily.

You make many fair points, love the honesty in your words.

[mandy]

very descriptive, and revealing......but andrew, there IS a God!! at least that is my belief. i wish i could see something you write in a lighter vein..you do have talent.

[Andrew N. Farrens]

Although I was once a Buddhist, I have never attended a Christian church regularly (my parents refused to babtize me so I am one of the Walking Dead, lol) but I have absolutely no problems with those that do. As a matter of fact, I believe strongly, from a strictly sociology point of view, that some folks actually need to believe in a Higher Power to maintain a steadily equilibrium in the reality they are sadly forced to contend with mercilessly sober. As for my blatant blasphemous and sick heathen tendencies, I was blessed with a non-religious family. In the years that would formulate my crazy, radical belief system, my immediate family only consisted of three people: my father, my mother, and I. I bear both the blessing and curse of being an only child. It is wonderful when times are good but when they are not; things fall squarely on my shoulders but that is neither here nor there. There is only my crazy mother and I now. If you would like to read most of that insidious drama, you can find the essay about my Dad’s death on The Writer’s Café --or Scrib’d.com—It is titled “And The Gods Wept Bloody Tears. My family did not pray at the dinner table. I'm not sure about my deceased father but I never once saw him voluntarily step into a place of Worship, unless for a wedding, funeral, or some other such event. My mother claims to be a form of Christian but most "traditional" followers of (whatever) sect of any version of Christianity would not accept her beliefs and consider her mind-state a virtual mine-field of sacrilegious impiousness. If she had been born in Salem, Massachusetts two hundred and fifty years ago, she'd have been burned at the stake certainly. It is much too involved, and convoluted, in my not so humble opinion to explain her form of worship but I can say she is monotheistic. Mister Kazinsky and myself are now agnostic, I suppose, but we are polytheistic. I do not believe in a single Higher Power but rather many Deities that represent different things in nature. I guess you could say this is similar to ancient Greece (or some sixties drug inspired nonsensical flower-power peace in the World pacifist bull-s**t, straight hippie trash, lol) but not quite so. One day I plan to write down my version of worship. I do not mean organized religion in any way, shape, or form. but I have been unable to do it yet without it sounding like a cheap knock-off version of that pretentious King James Bible, whose language I greatly admire. I have read all sorts of conspiracy theories about the King James version, including the one that William Shakespeare was one of the writers/scribes/poets/playwrights that contributed to the absolutely beautiful poetry and prose in the King James Bible. I’ve also heard that Shakespeare was indeed a pseudonym for another interesting man from the diarrheic bowels of confused history, Sir Francis Bacon. I actually believe this to be somewhat true since records, poorly kept as they were back then, showed that a William Shakespeare did indeed live in England during the period of time when the Shakespeare Plays were written but the records show without a shadow of any doubt that he was utterly poor and left his common law wife the bed he died in when the illiterately penned “Last Testament & Will”, where he misspelled his name, along with other things. He does not sound like the great writer we all know. I am sorry for the seemingly long digression of topics here but I only use this conspiracy craziness and rumors of political intrigue to illustrate a point. Religion is politics and as Hunter Thompson once said, “Politics is the art of controlling you’re environment.” Indeed. Quite simply, The King James Bible is like almost all the other religious books that have been used as a foundation and corner-stone in the construction of a Religion. I speak now of books like the Qur’ran, the Torah, etc etc. I sincerely believe that these books were written entirely by Man, with-out ANY divine intervention, so that it would be easier to mask the wicked propaganda for the hidden puppet-masters of The World, who torments the sad puppets which dance twisted minuets on the almost invisible thin white strings. Yeah, this sounds insane, especially when I have had no sleep since I was writing all night but it makes sense to me in a clear and concise way after the independent study I made of the World’s religions a few years back. I could be wrong but there are so many coincidences, one would have to be blind and deaf to not at least consider such a thing. Now, I’m not trying to convert you to my polytheistic form of worship, I promise, because it is not respectful. One of the great freedoms of America, one that has not yet been stripped from us like some of the others, is the Freedom to worship any god-damn religion one might please. I just thought I’d throw down a few lines to explain where I was coming from but as with all the other 7,000 worthless words I have written tonight, I digressed terribly and nose-spun face first into a maniacal, incoherent screed that means NOTHING in the long run, at least for the development of my wordsmith skills………..
Thanks for reading. Yep.

Andrew Nicolas Farrens
West Stockton, California
October 6, 2012
10:28 A.M.

[mandy]

andrew, that was very enlightening. thank u for the background info. u seem to be very well read, and proficient with words. i'm just a simple person with simple beliefs and i am not a religious fanatic at all. i was brought up in a non religious family. that is an interesting theory about shakespeare being a pseudonym for sir francis bacon. i had read before that some believed some of the shakespeare works were thought to belong to bacon, but never that shakespeare WAS bacon. as for politics, i am pretty much not interested. some of my best friends have ended friendships arguing about it. and want me to take sides. no way.