GOD'S WILL

God's will is doctrine of the church
That harms God's credibility;
And gratefully absolves from us
All our responsibility.

Believing God decides who's rich
Then chooses those who beg for bread
Can only lead me to conclude
The church's God must be brain dead.

The view that God designed the rank
Of races that has whites on top
With darker shades then blacks below
Requires that all thinking stop.

For God to use disease to teach
Us lessons that we need to learn
Interprets life in such a way
That God, I only want to spurn.

God cannot "bless America"
Inferring God leaves out the rest
And not create in me the view
Believers failed their IQ test.

How can I possibly believe
When told that God is in control
Then see on every nightly news
More soldiers killed while on patrol.

To hear from fields of war and sport
"Almighty God was on my side"
While those opposed God helped defeat,
Is thinking my mind can't abide.

To thus believe I must suspend
The use of my intelligence.
To think we find the will of God
In things like this, does not make sense.

We're separated from what's real.
God's purpose no one understands.
We're looking up; we should look down.
The will of God is in our hands.

God; God's voice; God's message

MOTHER'S SAD ATTACK

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Mom had a sad attack today.
I wonder not how can it be.
At 92 I am amazed
They happen so infrequently.

She can't remember days gone by;
And always when she looks ahead
She sees the pictures on the wall
Of all the people who are dead.

I hold her, wringing out the tears;
And listen for the reason why.
I do not ask when all she says,
"Great sadness is what made me cry."

Eventually the sobbing ends.
Then later when the cloud has gone
She dries my tears and says to me,
"Come on now son let's carry on."

MOTHER'S DREAM
MOTHER'S GAMES
MOTHER'S HOPE
MOTHER'S LEAVING
MOTHER'S MARKET MEMORY
MOTHER'S MEMORIAL BENCH
MOTHER'S WAR
MOTHER'S WAKE

SPITZER'S SEX

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Now everybody wonders why
The governor gave sex a try.
He had two girls, a loving wife,
Enjoyed success in a past life.

In politics a rising star,
To most it seemed he would go far,
Perhaps becoming president;
And now his life is all but spent.

The why is really very clear.
What Spitzer did was out of fear.
He spent his life on high priced sex
Because the rest gave no effects.

He looked for why but none was found.
In this we're all on common ground.
Before we join in poking fun
We should look at what we have done.

While Spitzer with the women toyed
In vain attempts to fill the void
According to the last report
We've trashed our only life support.

While trying hard the void to fill
With war how many do we kill?
We fill it with philosophy
And thus divide humanity.

Tiger's Tale

Sex

POPE'S POOP

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"You called excessive wealth a sin.
You're right; but you should look within.
You didn't look behind your back
Before you called the "kettle black".

The poverty you too create.
It's born out of the wealthy state.
To banish wealth and poverty"
God said to Benny, "Start with thee.

Sell all your robes, your Popemobile;
Begin to live a life that's real.
Last give the Vatican away;
And then perhaps with you I'll stay."

ANSWERED PRAYER of Conrad Black

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So someone asked jailed Conrad Black,
"How will you spend each day?"
"I know I'll write; perhaps I'll teach.
Then I will stand and pray."

And when he prays I'd like to be
The fly upon the wall,
As he and God communicate
About his recent fall.

He first may say, "I thank you God
For the economy
You've pointed to the heavens so
I can be close to thee?

But why have you forsaken me
When you sent me to save?
I've lost it all; I'm penniless
With one foot in this grave."

Perhaps he'll ask, "Forgive them Lord,
They know not what they've done.
You blessed me with intelligence.
I am your favorite son."

Maybe he'll pray, "I need your help
To live this life inside.
It will be tough to live without
The millions you provide."

And when he hears God's silent voice
Lord Black might understand,
God's saying, "All these things you have?
They are not from my hand.

My hands are wrapped around the poor
You men of wealth create.
How can you possibly believe
I would create this state?

I will help you but only if
You promise to help me.
I'm overwhelmed providing for
All of humanity."

God