The Humanity of the Gods by Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU: A Shared Poetry Post

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The Humanity of the Gods -- (X)  

"The Humanity of the Gods"
 

I
Pollution of the minds �" a fast growing syndrome; �"  
Insidious, as dogmas serve to keep slaves chained;
As Lord's will is to profit and increase pogroms,  
Supported by U.N. benighted members Nations.

 

II

The Babel Tower could be a tale's symbolism,
But not the one being built now, for it is a fact                         
That Sodom, like Gomorrah compared to our cities,
Is viewed as a spot for perfectionists' retreat. 

   
III
Impostors pseudo-scholars keep selling their lures,
Their markets increase sales, as they build new slave yards
As shelter for the blind men who praise "DEMON-crats",
Believing that freedom is a slaughtering license.

IV
My name's Man, without justice and humanity. 
�"  What should I do to find a true wheel of creation?
Why is my nature blind? I must wait for a vision...
A neat exoteric painting picturing me...

V
My father determined me then to lead His people... 
He made promises to give his son the ruling powers
All over animals on the face of the Earth!
My father assured me to be the only father!

VI
A formal deal with my own father made me king,
President, governor general and tribune…
Patriarch, the elected winner... The blessed people,
Who are known as "The children of holy Deutschland".

VII
The humanity of my father shows emphatic
Xenophobia, racist ruling over Systems
With mal-administration of public resources;
And inhumane treatment from leaders of the land.

 

VIII
My father told me to build a race through his law,
But the nature of man doesn't care for its rules;
The humanity of the creator made laws
That sanctity of the creature can't live with!

IX
In his senses of pleasure enjoys many rites…  
The rituals of slaughtering and immolation;
He is pleased with the smell of daily burning flesh,
And he feels amused when I command a new war!

X
Sometimes I think of him as a protean octopus
Diving in the sea of his mind to gather food;
I see the picture, father like a rattlesnake
Changing into a boa, squeezing an elephant!

XI
More images came in live... �" universal deluge,�"
Mythological creed imposed to be a dogma;
Revealing facts for the perusal of the listener
Telling a story �" most scaring, �" father's revenge!

XII
My father I have seen as a polymorph giant
Who turned into a pet in the human playground,
But the kids cut his tail, and all the children laughed.
Then he got angry, crying out to flood the Earth!

XIII
A bird with a bough of shrub appeared on the Ship
And the sun rose when the morning fog dissipated;
The Flood's gone; land became green, new era began.
Finally man could step on land and feel its firmness!

XIV
The creator repented from his vile vengeance,
And so, he vowed to never punish the blue planet,
Whenever he wants to chasten kids of the Earth
For any misconduct and scornful deeds to life.

XV
The Earth's colonization sealed man's destiny
As rightful heir and Lord of its rich royal realms,
But men decided to be fool gods; �" little battles �"
Became great wars; the heir, a Master of destruction!

XVI
My wife wasn't fertile; she couldn't fit the mission...
I was given a new woman to suit my needs…
The new spouse did deliver my first-born male child;
New tree to fruit my race, primogeniture filled!

XVII
My first woman dreamed that an Angel came to her
And the Angel told her that she was to conceive,
And when the fruit was ripe the delivery blessed…
A child that would be a Patriarch after me!

XVIII
I never knew why my new woman and my child…
My first male child and my new woman were abducted
And left without a map on the desert... oh, father!
Why was my first-born male child taken from my house?

XIX
I asked my father the reason for the new child,
But my question wasn't responded... What a way!
What fate... the primogeniture... I lost my heir;
I can't conceive my father's trickery and perjury!

XX
My father told me to cremate my second son
If I wanted to father a strong loyal race,
Leading in his name the nation of his elect,
Graced as the patriarch of the only blessed people!

XXI
Sisters and brothers on this planet I have many...
They are yellow, mestizo, red, white, black, Caucasian,
Mulatto, rich �" have holdings �" and paupers have-Less!
�"  Who would love or want to have a father like mine?

XXII
I created beasts, saints, heroes, and all lawgivers;
Many stories were told... I have written of warriors,
Judges ruling as kings, shepherds becoming solons;
And belligerent Angels betraying their leader!

XXIII
I have left home for centuries, exiled enslaved,
Then I conceived the play of the adopted sailor;
The baby navigator who became a general
And great leader, deliver of my chosen people!

XXIV
Through many generations of serfdom, kingship,
And thoughts, I conceived the mystery of the trinity;
Rewrote the plot and made it a true holy family,
With the teacher of the meek, as the only son!

XXV
The anxiety of the gods influences mankind,
The jealousy of the angels can destroy minds;
And those beings can fire laser bullets on man,
For they want to take over the throne of their Lord!

XXVI
Macro and micro-chips interact solar plexus,
Which selects and resends to my internal brains
Trace of psychobiology "I" from clonation;
Of my "Me" from creation, the breath of my maker.

XXVII
I designed cities, built empires and madly gods,
But I can't see the pictures drawn in my mind's screen
When I try to recall my original face,
Once it keeps blinking over the mirror of life.

XXVIII
I never recollect my dreams the morning after,
For my chips don't reveal what's in my memory.
All is sent to my solar plexus and kept live
As daily records in my biopsychocenter.

XXIX
Under imagination I intuit, ponder,
Try to recall the memory of my creation…
But my mind takes a trip to its deepest file room,
And no records are found to match the searcher's call!

XXX
When the memory's mirror of my time inflames
I see my face in fire, contracting and expanding!
Fire? What is this? Who are you? "I" am what I am.
You will know now no other "Me or after Me."

XXXI
The flame stops blinking; I feel taken, and I faint;
I get into deep sleep but my mind is alert...
"I am what I am," I hear a voice emphasizing,
Intimidating: "You ought to control the leading."

XXXII
In my dream I remember all the stories told;
A plan comes into my mind making me a solon.
Glints of light etch the law on the stone of my mind,
And abiding rules are set with the magnum law.                                                                                 
XXXIII
A priesthood lineage is needed, so it is set;
The sacerdotal leadership is organized.
The power of the miracle written to last,
And kings under the priests' council may rule to fool!

XXXIV
It is a dream, my tool to recreate illusions;
Can crystallize a rainbow, build or terrorize;
I can predict, write the future as a prophecy,
And make the prophecies be my glorious story!

XXXV
I can engineer wars; political unrest,
And order execution exactly as written...
Centurions and ministers will do the job,
While I sell peace's treaty, surety and deadly toys!

XXXVI
I'm creating a mighty angelical army
With Seraphic soldiers to strengthen my domains,
Led under interplanetary and cosmic rules,  
Serving my will, blindly, subject to martial laws!

XXXVII
My army is composed of angels of grace, perfect,
As perfection, divinity and light from Me;
But prediction is that betrayal is around
And a holy great war will be designed by fools!

XXXVIII
The angelical war against the supreme Lord,
Commander of all heavens, cloner of Adonis,
Seraphim and Cherubim, protector of war kings;
Overpowers all the celestial martial fields.

XXXIX
My name is Man, and I am a dweller on Earth…
My father is ubiquitous, he is called Lord;
Ruling from cosmological unique abodes,
Helping earthly centurions design new wars.

XL
I grew up under the norms of dogmatic rules,
From Greek-Romans �" nefarious and plutocrats; �"
Those that can order murdering with a thumb down,
And build concentration camps named, "democracy"!

XLI
I keep thinking of the need to convey responses
To feed the learning minds of the Human Race.
�"  Where can they be delivered? Will they be found?
Will Man seek to free our race from a chain of lies?

XLII
It's time to leave the wintry land for a warm dwell;
Must move and cross the south line of the equator...
It's Spring time over this part of the globe, �" I dream �"
Searching the voice, the mystery of earthly minds.

XLIII
Sunrays of the North Pole open the doors of winter…
It is the fourth hour of the morning; sleeping Earth
Commences a cycle of rest and dreams of new life,
But its body is working below its waist lines!

XLIV
In my vision I see father and son; they entered
Through the jungle of knowledge to nourish their souls.
In the darkness of their path they transcend existence,
And discover the I and the arcane of Me!

XLV
On the penultimate day of the birth of summer,
In a forest in the south of the Me and I,
They kept their aim on spiritual search for consciousness,
Before the daylight fades announcing a new night!                                                          
XLVI
The last night of Spring in the isomorphic dream
They see the wonders of existence in souls' light;
Prepare the first day of Summer, when the Moon glows
Its fullest circle of cosmological functions!

XLVII
First day of Summer south of Earth's second triangle,
�" Navel's doors of fertility where life abounds,
And rotates east west in the parallel of glory �"
Celebrating the leaving of Spring's task performed!

XLVIII
They marvel with the beauty of their Summer's day,
As they see dews of the dawn on the leaves of trees
Sparkling the light that sprouts the morning's golden face
Smiling to them the regal treasure of life's bliss!

IL
They were resetting the arcane-quest of the journey
When the marvelous orchestra of their soul's fauna
Invited them to rest while listening to Earth's magic,
And Mother Nature's voice of enchantment and love!

 
L
In the depth of the forest of their souls, �" they function
Developing synchronicity in their world, �"
Without comparing their galactic privileges
Or blocking the way to the "I" that keeps the soul!

LI
They disconnect their conscious mind, (Monitor) resting
Like the Earth in the North Pole, but their flesh is active,
Under the constant supervision of their "I"
That lights the soul and is the wing of intuition.

LII
Helios light shows the rainbows of Eos... New day smiles!
Father and son are brothers of the "I", and "Me",
Psychobioduct of the cosmos of flesh's knowledge,
Is a vehicle of their "I" searching for their family.

LIII
Steady on the course of their journey to light's ring,
Circle where they'll meet their peers in the form of "I"
To establish the Court of the Eternal One,
Where makers share galactical net-goods in Peace!

LIV
The son reaches the father's "I" to question reasons,
The nature of desires, sadness and frustration:
�" All the answers are within "I", for no mind, "Me"
Knows to explain the ways and mission of the "I" !

LV
The son smiled at the father and nodded acceptance.
You are "the way, the truth and life"; to reach the "I"
You must know you, the temple of your "I" and soul,
"Me" is the flesh, in which your soul finds "The Way."

LVI
In the outside of their minds darkness is too dense,
But the silence speaks to intuition and dreams…
The body needs rest and the mind needs speed travel.
They are talking on their "Me" while in sleeping trance.

LVII
Eos takes off and the Sun arrives with a new day.
The birds sing, son and father resume their new journey
Through the forest of their "Me" �" deeper in the jungle,
Clearing the path for a synchronized "I" in "Me".

LVIII
Their wings glow neatly; eyes, minds, ears are duly ready.
They're able now to decipher the scrolls and set course
To fly over the prairies of imagination
To find the tree of love in a warm land of dreams!

LIX
On their journey to the realms of their unique verse,
Gathering love and grace in the warehouse of beauty,
They materialize the emotions of life,
When blissed dews of kindness fall on the leaf of love!

LX
They want to make the tree of grace and wonder grow;
Showing how to drink nectar of a happy life
With the creative action ending the day's task
As the Earth westerly links the sun in the East.

LXI
I had visions in my dream, they made me know Me
On the freedom's way without the darkness of lies!
Oh, my dreams! Oh, my visions! Show my I in me!
Let me in the way life is guided by "I" free!

LXII
Hear... oh, sailors fortune hunter of life's voyage,
You can still dive to find an oyster bearing pearl;
Wear a diadem of flawless brilliant cut of diamond,
And tear the web of scorn using scissors of love!

LXIII
Let mankind understand the order of the planet.
It's time for all to gather and sow seeds of Justice;
Before Time disallows our new tools to build ships
To rescue human children from deluge of blood!
 

 

 © ― By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

https://allpoetry.com/poem/16333470-The-Humanity-of-the-Gods--------X--by-Andre-ben-YEHU 

N.B.:

This is not to develop a discussion on any hierological, mytheological (*) or religious subject. This a cerebrating exercise to generate ontological thoughts; and to paint my thoughts on the subject dealt.

 

(*) �" Contraction of mythological and theological. Coined by me.

 

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