[Zita Zenda]

Carl Sundell, dear sir,
I’ve no sword, nor shield
to guard me on that battlefield
called faith. It’s a blur,

a fog as it were.
Where believers wield
and many innocents are peeled,
mid chanting and myrrh.

One need not concur
nor remain concealed;
when in the end all can be healed
by whom they prefer.

[chris]

Sure Zbaby, I'm there with you,
come on Minxy - let's go and screw

around with manacles of rhyme
and passe gud weed in metered time

beside the rippling cyber lake,
eat Compaq cookies, chips and cake

and watch the deer and kangaroos
strum and sing the greens, the blues.

Come live with me and be my love
and our pleasures will more than ever prove

that sage and thyme are on our side.
Such gud weeds of song won't glide

into oblivion or diatribe.
Time will tell just who can scribe.


...and Mr Sundell, nonsense is house style.
Thus we hereby dub you Carl Sundial.



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[Joe Aimone]

I think you've nailed it, Chris,
For how could Carl object
To be thought solar powered and
Poetically correct...

[Carl Sundell]

"One need not concur
nor remain concealed;
when in the end all can be healed
by whom they prefer."

'Tis true religions do vary;
And of this fact we should be wary.
Some we choose because they give us hope;
others are chosen by fiend or false pope
who'll use them to conceal his true intent
of blessing grossest merriment.

'Tis true religion is God's gift, a tool
by which we map our way to God.
We should too be watchful for the fool
whose faith is governed only by the rod.
"In the end all can be healed by whom they prefer"?
Quack doctors feed quite well on every him and her.




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[Joe Aimone]

An Atheist’s Toast

As I’m a doctor and degreed
In skepticism, here’s my creed:
I always have been fascinated
By how religion is debated,
Having myself not been convicted
In several states--my soul restricted
To unbelief,
I seek relief
In medicines that kill the pains
Or disinfect what flesh remains.

[Carl Sundell]

"To unbelief,
I seek relief
In medicines that kill the pains
Or disinfect what flesh remains."

AN ATHEIST IS TOAST

Futile effort to seek a pill for relief
of the soul whose pain is caused by unbelief.
The soul that has no use for God will know
its corpse laid out, dressed up ... no place to go.
A well known fact: some doctors think they're God;
but humbler doctors trod and trod and trod.




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[Zita Zenda]

Man is certainly stark mad. He cannot even make a worm,
and yet he will be making gods by the dozens.
~ Montaigne

Carl, correct me if I’ve read you wrongly
but, it seems you may have shared quite strongly
how you might believe that one religion
can be lamer. Well now, I’m no pigeon,

and, if I may add, no zealot preacher;
one thing that I truly am is teacher
to that someone called myself. I’m lucky
I can see the truth -- unlike the lackey.

One can’t always choose their faith you know this,
born to bible’s, scroll’s or torah’s thesis,
raised to question nothing else be banished.
This is how humanity has vanished…

Also, “healed” was meant to scope that “spirit”,
somehow we’d believe no thing can snuff it.
I’d believe in quacks like Joe Aimone
if he’d fix my flesh and not want money.

and…

Chris? I’m neither there nor with you!
Call me minx again, I’ll hit you
with some cyber cookies (idle threat)…
You would know this if we’d met, I bet.

[Carl Sundell]

"Carl, correct me if I’ve read you wrongly
but, it seems you may have shared quite strongly
how you might believe that one religion
can be lamer. Well now, I’m no pigeon,"

(Oh sure, I know you are no flaming pigeon;
but do you ever cede a point a smidgen?)

Pray tell, would you worship a cow or a snake,
or a dragon rising from a burning lake?
In old India Thugees slaughtered humans young.
For great lies one may lose one's lying tongue.
You may insist that no one church is better.
I'm not convinced; send me another letter.



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[Joe Aimone]

Zita, you I'd freely heal
If I could just so do--
Carl, my soul is yours to steal
From him I sold it to.

[Zita Zenda]

I’ve conceded to only one point:
There will never be only one joint-
best-religion throughout our sad land,
even though we are only one man.

I’ve known hamsters to eat their own young,
“but we’re better than them”… what pure dung.
I am speaking on plasmatic levels.
For as many odd-gods, there are devils;

what is your need for any of those?
Life is full of awakening blows
that we label dear friends or vile foes,
and write fables on which to suppose.

I’d not worship a snake, nor a lake,
nor an old written word, goodness sake.
Now I will ask you, “gimme a break”;
sounds like you’d have me burned at the stake.




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