Saturday, June 19, 2010
Ishka maninga and Kato's Bus challenge.
Firstly the second thing which is Katos poertee challengio. The fine feline gave us the above images to rite a pome about.
I have to hold my hands up here, just like in the image, and declare my thoughts.There is no denying, as the monkees said it 'I'm a believer'
I believe in 'God' don't ask me what that means , for I don't know. I do know that I don't believe in giant white statues and I don't believe the Pope (for I is some class of Catholic) should live in a palace of untold (please do tell) wealth.
Tis hard/verging on the imossible to believe in the goodness of people that run the Catholic church in it's present guise of abject sickness. But,
I know through brainwashing, or delusion, that there is more to this world/life than we can touch see smell taste or hear.
If I am naive, then I am cosy in my naivete, what have i to lose? Drunken hazes also suit me very well.
The world without 'a god'would for me be a cold place and I like to keep warm against the odds. I find life hard,sometimes very hard, probably or possibly a lot harder than the average better equipped person, I wonder would I have survived without my belief? A crutch for the weak? Maybe. But a crutch I lean on, and survive.
Let's face it if we believers are right, though 'right' is a ridiculous pejorative term, it will be seen.If the non believers are right, no one will know. A dark nothing.An end.I prefer to sit close to the fire(oops! the real, though I'm not convinced, downside of what I think) and stay warm and drunk and perhaps even deluded. Any way here's the pome.
Bernie the bolt.
No it's ok, I got it
'Safe hands' they call me
let it go,
Up a bit, down a bit
left a bit, right a bit,
And firstly second, the pome what I previouslt rote was pure made up for a knife that was stuck in me back years ago, so relax dudes!
Ishka maninga, innit?