S to the I to the N

S to the I to the N

A Poem by delapruch
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see note for reviewers.

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the pinion of penetration which is pounded into your

skull at birth if you are ever so lucky enough to be

born into one of those families which hold the instrumental

notion of guilt production throughout a life to be one

that is of utmost importance comes

slamming

down

into

the

side

of

your

temple---

that loud unmistakeable

CLANG

of the iron hammer hitting the spike is

like a quick flash, a strobe of unidentifiable light,

something that ufo sighting squawkers remark about,

something that those caught in a lightening storm

insist upon in their detailed descriptions &

your whole life is scarred,

singed & sliced up into little

unalterable pieces of slavery, bondage & oppression of the

mind & body,

until that fine day upon which you yourself decide

to burn the whole basket o’

lies

in a huge bonfire that will be seen from the homes of believers

for miles & miles"

only then will you be free.

 

originally, the aramaic root “sin” coming from

“sinai,”

or “the wilderness of dirt”

describes filth,

and was only later morphed by the judeo-christian

warpers of history

to mean

wrong actions & wrong thoughts---

basically,

anything that hasn’t been already decided by

hypocrites who assure us of their “holiness.”

 

for those that abide by everything that they have been told

by everyone who has already established the status-quo of

the monotheisms of the world,

tip-toeing through life is an art

that can be learned through the ability

to attribute all

your hopes, dreams, successes & failures to

a master which you have never met,

which has already mapped out every step that you will

take,

and whom will judge the validity of your every

motivation,

penalizing you with eternal damnation, etc.

if you swerve only a smidgeon to your left or right of

that straight line

of which you had absolutely no say in

drawing.

© 2011 delapruch


Author's Note

delapruch
“To say ‘of course we have free will, the boss says we’ve got it,’ is to make a mockery of the whole concept, and it’s also to invite the question ‘What kind of tyranny is this that you want?’ You want an all-supervising, all-deciding person. I ask you first, what sources of information do you have about this person’s existence that I don’t have, that are denied to me? I’d like to know. And second, why do you want it? Why do you want to arrive at a terminus of unfreedom where there is a celestial authority, upon whom all things depend and from which all things flow? Why do you want that, and how on earth do you know there is any case to be made for its existence?”

-Christopher Hitchens in debate with Rabbi Wolpe at John Hancock Hall, Boston, MA,
May 23rd, 2010

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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..