Creation Poem by Leaking Pen

I twist and I turn
Like seas churning in the storms.
I create then burn
Thoughts on past religious forms
Which never make it to end of the night.
As morning follows my waking eyes
When the Sun peeks with window light.
Sun bright eavesdrops on the scripted lies
That camouflage religion tales from the night before,
While actors masquerading, in and out of my stage door.

I choose the same bed as Lucifer,
Better to reign in hell and be king
Than serve man’s god blind buffer
Like honey bees missing a second wing.

God, Adam, Eve, and Lucifer
Heaven, hell, death and life
Forbidden past and eternal future
Who forged morality’s surgical knife?
Milton laboured with twelve books
And 10,000 lines to cement his claim.
While Jesus needed thirteen hooks
Minus Judas’s thirsty silvers fame.
At break of day I celebrate my gain
Joy in discovery exceeds all my pain.

I choose the same bed as Lucifer,
Better to reign in hell and be king
Than serve man’s god blind buffer
Like honey bees missing a second wing.

Imprisoned minds are never free
To decipher the future or own the present,
Or let go of past guilt and throw its key
When minds and souls are all spent
Or to walk down the aisle without a wedding ring
Bound by legalese and tradition instead of true love
And when Muhammad and Moses whirling their sling
Instead of God’s free unconditional love from above
And children of Ishmael from ignorance they cannot rid
While Seeds of Sarah keep expanding the unlawful grid.

I choose the same bed as Lucifer,
Better to reign in hell and be king
Than serve man’s god blind buffer
Like honey bees missing a second wing.

Which doctrine claims to posses the divine for facts?
Who guards the hen house when wolves are on the attack?
There lies the fall of Man from religion’s blow deadly axe
And sin and guilt become the preacher’s coveted kick back.
If hell is my destiny for blasphemy
I choose any day to release God from my cage.
Judge not! Let all hearts be free from agony
And turn the name - God- back to front as my sage
And let me be dog like, a loving friend day and night
The world would be at peace and life will be all right.

I choose the same bed as Lucifer,
Better to reign in hell and be king
Than serve man’s god blind buffer
Like honey bees missing a second wing.



January 23rd 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014