Cold Case

Cold Case

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

Rejecting the God
of Christian belief is the
Ego rejected.

His beliefs are our
beliefs and vice versa, just
a real circle jerk.

An inaccurate
depiction is never a
great place to begin.

Consider the trait
of omnipotence, full of
power yet not used.

If he was the God
of love, then he would stop the
rapist and killer.

Watching the black van
labeled SWAT stand idle in
front of the trailer.

Lead story at five,
mother of co-worker slain
by her ex-boyfriend.

Eighteen years before,
a young woman disappeared
from this mortal sphere.

The murderer and
the rapist are defended
by the best ninja.

The one who hides on
purpose, intervening just
to prove his glory.

Solving a cold case
is like finding a baby
within a train wreck.

A hundred souls died,
while a single infant lives,
overkill defined.

The evangelist
ambushes the atheist
with a large fake bill.

Are you a good one,
the fake bills ask and accuse
everyone of sin.

What gall this thing has,
asks the atheist without
any hint of tact.

Then why call him God,
Epicurius asks in
a deductive form.

That is the trillion
dollar question, the cold case
of the missing God.


© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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TLK
Oh yeah. This is where it's at, the anguished scream of rational empathy into the enlightened silence that will be the only one to hear.

I can dig it.

I know, too, the lost gods that tread the boards of some fleapit theatre in faded makeup. They hear you, they know this story. They live it every day, and wonder why they cannot help. "We must help those who help themselves," they nod, useful mental calisthenics, but when they cannot agree in which group to put people this sentiment is useless.

Xenophanes may have shocked the world when he said that "men created gods in their own image" -- the Thracians invent them with blue eyes and red hair, and so on -- and Feuerbach said we must find ourselves in God.

The powerful, the mighty, the mirror image of us. It is terrifying to think we invest such a creator with great benevolence and power. If we wielded, what harm would we do in the name of love?

Posted 12 Years Ago


A hard pill to swallow for sure, but I get it maybe not agree with it but I understand, LOL, damn Ken, humanity has to have something worth while, I still believe, hahahaha...

Posted 12 Years Ago


These scribbled notes of "it is what it is" dashed off and ripped asunder from a spiral notebook, the manic rebellion from a man that has given up speech, a verbal hunger strike in protest, at a world gone insanely sideways, rotting putrid and tied around the necks of all entities that inhabit the cold rock planet. The public punishment for such rebellious behavior, compulsory viewing of television 24/7 without let up, eyes surgically sewn open, cerebral grey matter skewered with red hot irons, the moral base of humanity twisted to perversion while still capable of ethical and spiritual thought..... that about cover it K?

your pieces are searingly blatant, observationally acute and lacking no quarter toward complacency. Bravo.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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