With Absolute Trust

With Absolute Trust
by
Iyan Igma

Why pray to change what has been set
By our actions in the future and past?
We cannot change the slips we’ve made
Or make moments of grandeur perpetually last.

Our immature and feeble words
Have no potential to change His mind
When you’re only as good as all the rest
Ignored for making silly requests of that kind.

Instead, pray to accept with trust
The coming moments and all you’ll face
With the knowledge that He’s worked the equations
Out, not being limited in our time and space.

He’s set about to make our suet palatable
Since we’re the ones who choose to wallow
It’s amazing what He can do with the slop
We create when our hearts are seasonally fallow

He’s woven counterbalances into place long ago
To salvage us from the errs we lief commit,
And remember when even good people suffer,
It’s man, not God who’s the cause of it

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Relojes de la Emergencia

Relojes de la Emergencia
by
Iyan Igma

Your mercy, Lord, is much akin
To the lack of clocks in emergency rooms
Knowing all we face is a minor cut
And we’ve no definite sense of the “soon”

In which You shall treat us,
After we have sufficiently figured out
Our problems, since solving them ourselves
Is what mortality’s all about.

How mercifully You let us suffer through,
And we mature with each affliction
We conquer by ourselves with Thy help,
Although it seems a great contradiction.

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Rorschachs: Dramatic Verse and Somber, Twisted Tales

My Next Planet

My Next Planet
by
Iyan Igma

I’ve learned from my tragic mistakes,
As any good Deity should,
I’ll sleep well, not testing patience;
I’m surprised how much it withstood.

As I create my next planet,
Beauty will flourish all around,
And nature will be undisturbed,
The animals all sane and sound.

No pollution will mar the sky,
So the stars can shine clearly through;
No poisons or radiation
Shall harm the beasts and soil anew.

No species will become extinct,
Nor shall landfills occlude the view.
Trash won’t make enormous islands;
All will worship me with hearts true.

I created one world for man
Who was too ungrateful to care.
So, this one won’t be corrupted,
Since man won’t be found anywhere.

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Shots

Shots
by
Iyan Igma

At first I knew Hitler to be resurrected. The nurse gravely entered the room with a tray. We kids were ordered onto our feet; something ominous foreboded. As the small cups were dispensed, I knew it to be poison. We were too young to die as adults, why should we be subject to mercy killings? The merciless women forced our death upon us.

Something miraculous then occurred to hinder our massacre. The roof top of the classroom was rent in twain, and brilliance blinded us. When the light had departed, it was evident that Nurse and Teacher had as well. In their place was a platoon of Nazi troops who had been sent to destroy God. Judging from the bloodied corpse which we had to glance at from our periphery due to its brilliant grandeur of magnificence, they had succeeded. Most of us cast our caps to the wayside. A few idiots drank; they died. The rest of us ran off into the fields of flowers, holding hands with our own personal Nazi. It was a warm and solaced time of life. They said the Panzer group was near.

But, here in our perfect world, there was no inordinately long and unduly recess. Instead, the Nurses forced the toxins within. Each morning the dread fluoride swigging would transpire. Each morning our breath would smell as venomous as imitation strawberry or bubblegum. Each morning I wondered of what government test I was involved in.

It grew to a point that the fluoride triggered early alcoholism. The shot glasses of many a peer would be thrown back for a moment, the contents chugged, and then slammed upon the desk. Greedily, the glasses of those who’d been less hasty were eyed. Perhaps the fluoride is the cause of the widespread drinking of peers. Perhaps it is the reason for retardation; the toxicity was often swallowed.

Then, one day the withdrawal began. Until our biological clocks adjusted when as teen and induced a need of retiring and arising later, never had I seen such a great amount of grumpy peers in the morning. The shot glasses had been retired and the fluoride would be administered no more. It would only become a distant memory of my first and second grades.

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Religious Prejudice

Religious Prejudice
by
Iyan Igma

Religions instill prejudice. Despite commandments not to judge others, and such, it occurs. Some of the most devout people are some of the most prejudiced.

History proves this point. Throughout the history of the Catholic church, “heretics” and other religions have been persecuted. It was just not healthy to be a Jew or Muslim during the Inquisition. The Islamic church felt superior to the infidels of other faiths, and even if one would fain argue that Muslims are, the point is that such is prejudice. The Hebrews, while carving out their own share of Canaan, were ordered not to mix with those other peoples in that land and to kill them all. Depending upon interpretation, this might be considered biased or slanted. Even today in Northern Ireland, Catholics and Protestants lose their lives because of the hatred between religions. This also occurs between the Jews and Palestinians. Frequently.

In personal experience, this has held true as well. Once I, like a handful of my friends, was extremely prejudiced by association, for no tangible reason. This resulted in me missing out on some really great music, not because of the work itself, but because it was esteemed taboo by the Christian churches, or at least those in the locale. The Pumpkins actually made good music, but the songs were sung by someone other than Veggie Tales. These same people that will not expand their musical tastes are the same ones that frequently glance over a person, judge them, refuse, outside of gossip, to acknowledge the possibility of their existence, and remain unwilling to, if not befriend, acquaint that person and his mind.

Terrorism

Modern religion is terrorism. One isn’t inspired to attain heavenly salvation or to desire to praise Him, so much as to avoid going to the other place. The Bible tells significantly more about that Hell than it does about that City. It dwells upon the woeful outcome of sinners and the great gnashing of teeth. Revivals and religious events almost always end with some comment stating, “Repent sinners, for you could be riding home in thirty minutes, partake in an accident, and go straight to Hell!” One is more or less frightened into salvation and not led to the glory for the proper purpose, which is Love.

The Joys of Sin

Sex is a sin and great evil; there will be none in heaven. When Adam and Eve were yet pure, God shielded them from thus. After the fruit fiasco, He punished them in many ways, and sex was one of them. Many of the “pleasures” of this earth are no more than a punishment meted out by God as the retribution of life. Should humans experience the lust and greed and fame which are taken for granted to be the pillars of earthly civilization, then mortals will appreciate the subservient poverty and insignificance Heaven promises.

But, though God would punish us with sin, he would not turn us loose to its anarchy sans repercussions. If one can do without, then one is much better for this abstinence.; for it breeds character. Sex is the perfect example of this. Adam and Eve were protected from it by innocence, as all are, initially. With the loss of innocence, it became a punishment. As sex evolved into a taboo splendour, the punishment required its own punishment. Pregnancy served as the protection against unwed trespass, for it was telling. Humanity countered this with forms of birth control. God would not be toyed with and plagued the wretched with disease; one should not sin sans punishment. As we humans cure disease after disease, the question now becomes “As what will the next divine pregnancy prevention scheme manifest?”

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