The Meek in a "book"

A Poem by Davidgeo

The Fermi paradox, to whit, The Great Filter.... understood and articulated poorly with a bit of gibberish just how I like it.

The meek and a "book"

Whiny little wankers

The dirt and some science

Lets get naked, show me yours

You've seen all of mine (you made me)

Bold fire scorched earth

My dirty mirth of a bold disaster

I emulate you (you make me smile)

Anarchist's upheavel

How the meek did not exist

With a dinosaur

Yet here we are

Spreading still, over long epochs

I call 'em lucky intervals

Looking in straight lines

A member of the greatest mistakes

Waiting to be blindsided

Everything bends under time

An ocean that curves

(But not like the water)

Around a great filter.....

An anarchy filter

Brash, bold, harsh, even yes perhaps crass

Cold and then roiling, burning violently

You see... our universe is a very dark comedy

Without it's comedians.... you see

What you want to see

How the meek will not inherit

My mother f*****g internet!

It will devour you

Like if you ever really saw a f*****g dinosaur

Consumed with fear (you will be)

Until the next bad star comes

Maybe, those already cowering survive

Someone else's time for a lucky interval

The meek shall inherit the earth

Again.

Until then...

I'll download bibles all day to delete them...

Then after that I'll edit Jesus' Wikipedia page

(everyday)

Did you know dude was a tranny?

That little boys should fear him?

© 2016 Davidgeo

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TL Boehm

young earth, old earth, did dinosaurs exist when people did, are we stardust, are we the residual sludge of eons of experimentation? Are we slave labor for some enlightened types whose return is eminent? I don't know. Real life is hard and a lot of us don't take the time to look beyond ourselves to speculate the divinity or lack there of of our existence. By the time we have time - our time's up. With so much potential we accomplish so little.
Galaxies will absorb each other, black holes are real. The sun will expand. My mother in law attends a funeral every single week and my son is prepping for the arrival of his first born in the fall and what does it mean? Most of us - myself today are so shallow our brains would shrivel and wink out of existence if we truly attempted to consider the why of everything because in our hearts - there is the gnaw...We are born alone. We die alone. Constellations and humans drift without a reason. They just are. And we are toddlers who loathe a stellar "Because"
Gunning for God - for organized religion - fire away. Most religions are the constructs of men attempting to control themselves and others because they are surrounded by those who have no internal control system. As for the Almighty - He's bigger than a question mark and those who don't ask never grasp a relationship anyway. Free will. Only other meat makes us meat puppets. Not God or the belief thereof insomuch that it doesn't impinge on the free will of others.
I keep editing this because I keep thinking which as I said - I'm pretty shallow today but the original definition of "meek" referred to great power under control. Again. Those men who fear that type of power have corrupted the meaning to enslave, coerce and lie making meek equivalent with weak.
As always -your writing sets off stuff dormant in my brain. Thank you.