I Still


Last Breath of Belief

When hurt is real
When no knight saves

When pain invades
When no one shows

House of suffering crushes
Religion of effort suffocates

Last breath exhales
Last grip releases


I saw 

hope falsified

love theatrified

peace brutalized

joy criminalized

I saw

hate deified

war glorified

truth trivialized

I saw petrified people paralyzed by putrid pedagogues spewing paltry platitudes while fleecing the flock of the faithful who bought into the Bolshevik bullshit

I saw society succumb to the incessant sucking of the socialist schillers who decried any denial of imminent disaster descending on huckstered humanity

I saw innocent individuals eliminated by the grinding gears of greed all in the name of nazi-esque nationalism

I saw the many who marched to martyrdom in the wake of woke wisdom whistling through the hallowed halls of higher minds 

I saw the fervent faction whose re-man’d Marxist manifesto materialized in vehement violence to vindicate the “victim”


I see love like a lamp lighting the way to an awakened world where the blossoming beauty of bountiful life leaps from the lips of lyricists

I see unity unfolding unfettered from the hearts of humanity holding the bridge of an unbreakable bond of identity invested from eternity

I see healed hearts passionately propelled to purposeful pursuits solving society’s slide to dissolution

I see that humanity is unity explored through divinity expressing diversity humbly housed in mortality

Letting Go

The dam of my angst has broken

I am no longer afraid to write it

To hell with your concepts of hell

I can’t hold to your beliefs anymore

Hasn’t worked, hasn’t helped

It only breaks, only kills

I have loosed the accuser within

Death and destruction only followed him

Mercy, mercy for whatever does exist

If this is freedom let it flow

If this is bondage let it bind

I can only know when I fully let go

The lies, the half truths, the sins of my fathers, the sins of my youth

Goodbye to all

The death of belief

Can be such a relief


I don’t believe in you
Powerless evangelical diety

Standing outside time
Watching on the sidelines

Death, destruction riding rampant
No intervention for the innocent

I don’t believe in you
Punitive protestant god

Waiting up there
Judging from the courts

Condemned, saved marching endlessly
No rest for the wicked or the just

I don’t believe in you anymore

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Decluttering Religion.

Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.

Brave New Girl

A girl and her adventures

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

In My Father's House

"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3

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