Reflections Upon Resurrections

Fairytales and religiously fabricated lies, do truth make, but do deliver the fate of lives spent living in Blind Faith deception of choosing too fool oneself, rather than "to thine own self be true."

Reflections Upon Resurrections

Written By Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2016 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

Painting of the Resurrection

It seems pointless is our existence,

in so certain finality of our death,

we as blades of grass fading away,

so desperately clinging to breath ...

Is there at all rhyme to this reason

a glimmer of reason to this rhyme,

with seasons cycling upon seasons,

we battle against the wiles of time,

spending the entirety of short lives

seeking a sense of meaningfulness,

a purpose for life's very existence,

older yet seeking a youth's regress,

a fountain of youth's regeneration

to soothe our daily growing fears,

as the wrinkles pile upon wrinkles,

day by day death draws ever near?

Our aging minds cease wondering

all of the whys of why we are here

to desperately focus upon survival

for the fact we are to die is so clear.

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Of creation's myriads of creatures,

only man reasons to wonder at why,

in seeking for answers to questions,

as to why we each are born to die.

Our queries are met with silence,

No voice speaks to us from above,

so religion sought those answers,

concluding an angry God of love

hast put mankind upon this earth

to learn trust by way of obedience,

paying a deadly price for failures,

dying shall teach us all obeisance.

Having thus failed, to one day die,

there is a loser's consolation prize,

taken from this life's problems rife,

to live in Heaven with the All Wise:

Heaven, a place so very far away,

where it is, exactly, no one can say,

but it exists 'cause they say it does.

Who's to call religion's say a nay?

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Who will stand up for what is true,

who would reveal fairy tale as lie,

who dares speak against religions

that have deceived both you and I,

with nefarious fabrications galore,

albeit perhaps in innocence onset,

turned handily Power's advantage

wielded centuries with none regret,

all the whiles, in gathering clouds,

we see the ever approaching night,

day by day, the clock, it ticks away,

O' if death would but give us respite?

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'Tis time for us to look to the ants

in seeking answers we must face,

for the ant exists solely for colony,

living for the very survival of race,

thinking not of itself, but of others,

no thoughts of any Heaven or Hell,

only seeks for the end of each day,

food safely stored in a shelter well.

An ant never quits no matter what,

whether it be wind, rain, or shine,

to be squashed by the foot of man

will not deter from morsels to find,

for only one notion comes to mind

if one is so fated to be born an ant:

To protect your colony at all costs,

for an ant has never heard of “Can't,”

no thought of what eternity brings,

in looking forward to next Spring,

for an ant's only concept of Heaven,

is found in ants mating with wings.

Do ants presume to knowing it all,

men lying in bed sleepless for fear?

An ant actually knows so very little,

but would see fear as mighty queer.

For what is to fear in living to die,

to accept what's given us as a gift,

rather than many questions of why,

instead of going to the grave miff?

Truth is, ants are smarter than men,

for an ant will never believe a lie,

while men accept fairy tale fables

from a religion's answers of why.

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There most certainly is a Creator,

a fact I do, hereby, solemnly attest,

yet, while professing His existence,

religion takes liberty with the rest,

twisting the truth ever so craftily,

in weaving a well oiled web of lies,

brainwashing the Sheeple-Peoples¹,

in pulling religious wool over eyes,

for there is no Heaven, nor any Hell,

except in mythology of pagan lore,

taught by religion as slavery tools,

programming minds shackled sore.

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As for fairy tales of a resurrection,

such event takes place each Spring,

as blades of grass arise from soil,

Winter dethroned as season's king,

but we shall never see the blades

of Summers past, ever, ever again,

while appearing as grass we knew,

last year's blades death hath slain,

just as every man to open a womb,

begins life in crying a first breath,

shall meet his end in life's Winter,

to then enter a cold tomb in death,

to reenter the oblivion of oblivion,

from whence each of us has come,

losing consciousness of awareness,

nonexistence doth render us numb.

For the Earth is so wondrously full,

displaying atoms smartly arrayed,

some are thus gathered unto death,

others blossom into life displayed,

a virtual perpetual motion machine

endlessly recycling light into night,

living things into a realm of death,

transforming ones fate into plight,

with men destined to become dust,

dust to become creatures of blood,

the recycling recipe of life existing

'fore dust and water ever were mud.

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Spend every moment here and now,

with all of those whom you do love,

casting aside lies of a resurrection,

as any fool would a burning glove,

for Eternal Life and a Heaven's Hell,

are found here upon earth at times,

run for your life to live at long last,

from all religion's lies that rhyme:

Blind Faith's fairytale miracle fables,

leading hearts in wrong directions,

tickling your ears with a salve of lies,

and reflections upon resurrections,

that will never any day see you rise,

nor open your eyes in living again,

no Heaven to cheer or a Hell to fear,

for this life is all there is -- my friend …

(Written February 8^th, 2015)

Author's Note Of Please Do Consider This: Man, as Mankind's Humanity, prides himself upon his (self-significance assumed as thought(?) to be) possessed ability to Ponder, Discern, Calculate, Speculate, Question, Fetter-out, Conclude, & ultimately Think in full sobriety's cognizance awareness of our given Life as lived surroundings' circumstances upon this planet Man chooses to call Earth, thus, The Thinking Man Statue of historical lore.

Therefore, let us consider in reconsider that old proverb, “Which came first? The chicken or the egg?” Applied to the reality that is Man as the Human Race: Which came first (or logically should have): Thinking? …Or … Blindly (i.e.: Blind Faith²: belief without true understanding, perception, or discrimination.) Believing? As per any logical deduction of sound reasoning's simple clarification's application of Common Horse Sense: Thinking came first, and Believing came later, but only after tested conclusions proven facts as to that which was good, right, and factually true as truths to be identified as: Truth.

So when did Man's greatest gift -- The Human Mind (Man's precious ability to think and reason for himself) -- arrive at a sputtering-fluttering (tragic end of intelligent mind's soaring ever so high in wondrous flight in the mind's eye skies of reasoning and imagination) upon the ground of mind's-grounded for lack of Thinking end? When did men's reason insidiously nefariously (never benign but always infectiously cancerous) serve to invent and give reality's credence to the olden days terminology, Topsy-Turvey, indicating an entire Society of a world of Humanity turned totally and illogically-insanely upside down of also turned inside out with that which can only be assessed and stated as that inane state of idiot's mentality of mind that does more than proverbially conquer Thinking Man's man in “putting the cart before the horse,” as a total incomprehensible reversal of Man's gift of attained ability to Think & Reason before he chooses to Believe. requirement of Believing to come first and foremost over that most original and Primal-Brainiac concept of Thinking before doing, Thinking before Believing and Thinking before accepting any given topic of discussion's situational, statement, proclamation, theory, or given idea as a commonly accepted and, thusly, substantiated Fact to not of ever of never to be questioned, for to question is Taboo -- that state of heart and mind of non-Believing fools?

We live in a Culture and Society, Worldwide, where we are admonished to not Think too much, to not Over-Think things, but simply believe the lying a*s (George Carlin's perfect definition of truth statement) hypnotically mesmerizing deceptions of Organized Religion, and everything will be fine in the Sweet Bye and Bye of those who have swallowed a fool's fodder and ceased existence as Thinking Human Beings, and have assuredly allowed themselves to become the witless Disciples of Ignorance as Intelligently-Stupid, Dumb-Downed, creatures stripped and deprived of their Humane Humanity, relegated to mentally mindless lives and meager existences as slovenly, cud-of-lies0chewing, Sheeple-People Cattle -- who are Human no more … Think, before you dare to, Believe!

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

1 Sheeple-Peoples--A word and term I find myself favoring in my attempt to communicate the all too factual reality that people tend to allow themselves - -even seem to want to -- be led, watered, and fed, much like sheep, trusting others with decisions and truths regarding their lives, their futures, their welfare, and their safety, rather then shouldering up such responsibilities themselves as individuals, in finding and enjoying the comfort of numbers. The word sheeple was first coined by actress and Wall Street Journal writer, Barbara Anderson, in 1984.

2 Blind Faith -- belief without true understanding, perception, or discrimination. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/blind-faith

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I often ponder if this is just it. We live this life preparing for something that does not happen.
I feel my ashes will rest nicely in Tickle Naked Pond, in Ryegate Vt.
but will there be a spirit to accompany them or will there just be death after taxes...
and a life preparing for nothing afterward. Oh, I wonder, I sure do.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thanks, Jacob, for reading, and most of all for being open minded enough to express your desire to continue on after this life in some way of some how with honesty of simply stating the you don't know, which is that reality I speak of: There are no facts to support the teachings of an Afterlife, though I too desire it, and desire it even more for my own family of loved ones and friends ... The driving force that sets me as an avid opponent of Organized Religion is the very thoughts I just shared above which are taught to young people who will grow up to fight and die in dumbass false flags Wars believing things which cannot be proven, and they may well sacrifice their one and only chance at life, that for that we do know is the here and now, as per Kenny Chesney's song Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven, But Nobody Wants To Go Now ... And in the Jewish Old Testament, it is clear that here is the best of the only place to be, rather than buried in the ground, or canned as ashes in an urn, as I too, plan on ending up one day, though I shall do all I can to avoid that day, whilst also sensing that I do believe that I already have the big C, as the symptoms signs are showing me in preparation for the big H of death's so called Heaven or Hell ... LOL!

Marve