Any given day
Have you ever found yourself insane in your own bed, begging for the new day to show up through your window? have you ever thought about disposing of all your bank savings to go travel around the globe? have you ever been just about to call this person you love in a moment when you shouldn’t? and have you ever regretted being a son of God?
The Regret
Speech 1
Tonight I am prompt to knock me down, to erase all data like they do with storage hard disks. Tonight I am the one to come on my own will to knock on hell's door and I am to push as much as needed to have a long walk among evil spirits. All my life being a so called Son of God has been quite demanding, it has diminished my freedom to decide, to be the person I simply want to be. To whom or what do I actually regret my miserable condition? Holy Church is conformed by sinners like us all are equals. I am well aware about mortality, the countdown stops at day zero when soul and corpse fall apart. I have determined that unless day zero doesn’t strike me impulsively I am not to be a sheep that follows dumb commands like my brothers in God do. I openly regret being a song of God. On behalf of my free will I protest against being pushed to play a role, but to be myself.
The Regret
Speech 2
At still blossom age of 25 some Holy things mess me around. This I am not to do, this I am to do. I’ve learnt by heart quite a bunch of bible versicles who have guided me through a corrupted world they say. I’ve been lighted by Gospels, which you might be blessed if those all statements on which Church’s faith is built on, are believed as facts, as non questionable numbers, as remarkable pieces of history that nobody may confirm they were truly committed. On what ground am I suppose to give a damn shit? God hasn’t revealed to me in a child’s smile neither in a glory sunset. I might say I haven’t felt any better than when I mislead my walkabouts in the vast city. When I faced evil face to face, when I touched and kissed tarts in frenetic lust, when I lied to my brother in God to get blame rid of mine, when I denied my cult, when I tortured my old aunt yelling at her in those never ending headache nights. I am a merchandise of the original sin, unborn sinner and Son of God, how come they came up with this idea, jerks! A bloody donkey, mammal as we human’s race are, and it comes clean to this world but us. Conceived in sin, meant to do wrong for the only reason to be listed in Church’s false education, I am confined to my eternal penitence. I am in pain, I am in anger. Leave me alone, let evil in.
Post mortem
The music stopped and funeral began at 3 o’clock sharp. The corpse was given to relatives to the rituals. A brief note attached to Post mortem closed the archive.
Affliction haunted him for days
Drugs pain killers were in vain
Till God at last proved mercy
Did hear his mourn
And eased him from his pain.
Have you ever found yourself insane in your own bed, begging for the new day to show up through your window? have you ever thought about disposing of all your bank savings to go travel around the globe? have you ever been just about to call this person you love in a moment when you shouldn’t? and have you ever regretted being a son of God?
The Regret
Speech 1
Tonight I am prompt to knock me down, to erase all data like they do with storage hard disks. Tonight I am the one to come on my own will to knock on hell's door and I am to push as much as needed to have a long walk among evil spirits. All my life being a so called Son of God has been quite demanding, it has diminished my freedom to decide, to be the person I simply want to be. To whom or what do I actually regret my miserable condition? Holy Church is conformed by sinners like us all are equals. I am well aware about mortality, the countdown stops at day zero when soul and corpse fall apart. I have determined that unless day zero doesn’t strike me impulsively I am not to be a sheep that follows dumb commands like my brothers in God do. I openly regret being a song of God. On behalf of my free will I protest against being pushed to play a role, but to be myself.
The Regret
Speech 2
At still blossom age of 25 some Holy things mess me around. This I am not to do, this I am to do. I’ve learnt by heart quite a bunch of bible versicles who have guided me through a corrupted world they say. I’ve been lighted by Gospels, which you might be blessed if those all statements on which Church’s faith is built on, are believed as facts, as non questionable numbers, as remarkable pieces of history that nobody may confirm they were truly committed. On what ground am I suppose to give a damn shit? God hasn’t revealed to me in a child’s smile neither in a glory sunset. I might say I haven’t felt any better than when I mislead my walkabouts in the vast city. When I faced evil face to face, when I touched and kissed tarts in frenetic lust, when I lied to my brother in God to get blame rid of mine, when I denied my cult, when I tortured my old aunt yelling at her in those never ending headache nights. I am a merchandise of the original sin, unborn sinner and Son of God, how come they came up with this idea, jerks! A bloody donkey, mammal as we human’s race are, and it comes clean to this world but us. Conceived in sin, meant to do wrong for the only reason to be listed in Church’s false education, I am confined to my eternal penitence. I am in pain, I am in anger. Leave me alone, let evil in.
Post mortem
The music stopped and funeral began at 3 o’clock sharp. The corpse was given to relatives to the rituals. A brief note attached to Post mortem closed the archive.
Affliction haunted him for days
Drugs pain killers were in vain
Till God at last proved mercy
Did hear his mourn
And eased him from his pain.
7 comentarios:
Eric, tiefsinnig wie immer, obwohl ich zugeben muss, dass ich nicht bei jedem seiner Sätze mitkomme.
Ach ja, und ich wollte "hallo" sagen!!!
Ich kenne Eric schon sehr lange und er ist ein Mann, wie ich noch keinem begegnet bin! Es lohnt sich immer wieder, hier vorbeizuschauen, er steckt echt voller Überraschungen!
Danke für deine hochinteressante und ungewöhnliche Ansichten!
Realmente escribes muy bien y muy interesante lo que has escrito tb esta vez y dejas pensando como siempre... De vd eres alguien muy muy especial y con una inspiración bastante grande.
Besos....
Ah si? cómo en que te dejé pensando si se puede saber? espero no sean pensamientos suicidas eh. Podrías ser un poco más específica?
Gracias por el comentario.
Besos de vuelta.
No, seguro pensamientos negativos o suicidias no fueron, mas bien todo lo contrario ehhh!!! Te digo tienes muchos dones, pero bueno ya mucho halago como siempre jajajaj, lo chistoso q todo es cierto ehh!!
Mas besos!!
Hello back Ninis, what a lovely input you did!!! Letting every body know you've met a person like none else made me blush, really !!! Everyone of us is unique, isn't it true? It just comes to happen that a few are quite special, like you for instance. Nice to hear that you found my piece of writing interesting.
Take care!
jelooouu peluss pues que te puedo decir sobre esta masterpiece del talento pelusino?? que está muy breathtaking, y que me pareció muy interesante la manera en que te inspiraste ... fijate que esta como para un monologo de teatro aca bien locochón..
bueno os dejo, saludos y espero leeros más...
Hmmm este !!!
masterpiece mi querida noelia. Eit muchas gracias, la verdad me entusiasmé mucho escribiendo este. Que buen halago que te haya gustado y que sea interesante.
Thankieeeeee =O)
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