The BELIEVERS - By Mark Manning

The BELIEVERS - By Mark Manning

A Poem by Mark Manning
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Believe ....if you want ...

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The Believers

You know you know when they’re  knocking on your door

And they’re  telling you the story of the record can be wiped clean

All will be serene renewed  come the rapture you’ll be in trouble if you don’t Believe the unbelievable all will be revealed if you  just surrender your doubts questions go an sin no more for the Believers already know you must be saved because you don’t got the lingo and the pious beads stigmata graffiti craw thumping bashed with the baptism you’ve no rights without last rites tell us your wrongs we won’t deceive because we Believe and you need saving so we’ve all come round to safe your soul it is such a precious thing to waste .....I told the believers’’ Thanks but no thanks not today but I’d read their leaflet once they left reluctant hymning on down the road into sunsets yelloworangey haze at the end of a perfect day ...I walked to my kitchen made me some tea while the pet evil cat slung around my feet howling not for my soul but kitty Kat ...switched on my Sinful Television and watched all the Havoc destruction the Believers had wrought because someone righteous had been wronged someone’s book was bigger than someone else’s .....and this made so much sense as flesh mangled with blood tears car windows twisted metal blown out shop fronts a sandal  who’s wearer had vaporised ....but what harm he was going to meet seven virgins soon the Vatican Believers  gleamed and condoned and some Ayatollah told em Believers all how it would be ....

And do you know something  do you f*****g know something after an hour and a cold beer ...I made my way into the garden ....to its night of a billion stars ,its scented air and full moon its insects settling into nights lawns for tomorrow they’d sleep .... I raised both my arms and gave praise to that beautiful God above.... who also lives within .....and I gave thanks and praise and felt at oneness and I did’nt need a Believer to tell me a story because I was too busy living and in time dying my own .

 

Mark Manning

2010

© 2010 Mark Manning


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This is wonderful, it really is. I agree, you don't need to be told by someone to believe...if they're right why all the violence, death and destruction just to prove it or what ever they're doing? You just know deep within you, all you have to do is see the beauty in the world to know. All the beauty.

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Mark Manning
Mark Manning

Dublin, Ireland



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I alway's had music in me .Yet could'nt sing a note or play an instrument.Discovered mixing technology & soundscapes .Still, it all begins with the written word ,before it even goes You Tube.So here's.. more..