fighting with god

I am not one to preach, but this poem made me sad. Maybee it is satan that is attacking, and God will rescue you when it is time~ Just my feelings Take care

I have a blog spot on faith. seems I was a spiritual reject and it just got worse but I never gave up faith and never had it either complacent but one day it just all came together for me. Funny thing is when you are handed what you think is THE answer it turns out to be just more mystery but faith is certainly restored. mark

By the way, you did a great job of telling about the doubting and seeking~

somehow this reminds me of my hitch hiking days wondering in the dead of sunny winter in the middle of Ontario Will anyone stop and pick up a bearded long haired pack sacked six foot two native with sunglasses?? and somehow somewhere just when I was really starting to get hypothermia I'd catch a ride and usually it was from someone Christian (Obvious God/Jesus believers) or some Karma people And then there were times when I was literally at my bedside with severe swirling head (emotional turmoil) asking for help and somehow finding some kind of peace in asking I think that we are left with choice Its our freedom our independence to do so its our link that makes us stronger only by finding our weakness can we expound our strengths its the opening in our prison somethings that words flow through light finds us a hand grips ours in need Very very good Poem Frost Smith

I like the way you have expressed yourself. I relate to this piece. Sometimes life seems so meaningless that one wonders whether it is worth going all the way. Best ... Leonard

such an intangable thing, just kinda got to wing it, believe that a "God of your understanding" is listening. Great piece, my friend, Mark

"Feeling like dingy water that god use to wash his hands with Flicked on to hot greased frying pan Doing a popping dance for his amusement Just like Jobe...." Wow. That's some deep and powerful thoughts right there, Frost. I hope things work out, and that answers become revealed for you. ~Jess K. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" ~ "Your inferiority complex is better than mine!"

Do yourself a favour and go back and look at some of your earlier writes, it can be cringeworthy (it is for me) but I certainly have seen you find your voice as a major poet of courage and truth. The content? Well as Ayn Rand said "Faith is not a shortcut to wisdom, it is a short-circuit in the brain". Whatever works my friend, whatever works without destroying ourselves. You've seen me explode when I felt I was being preached too. You haven't seen me literally on my knees begging for help from something, somewhere. The help always came or I wouldn't be here writing about it. But I could and would never put a name, creed or dogma to it. Sometimes it is an unlikely friend like Orgami said. Although, much to my shame now, I once picked up a Christian hitch-hiker who started trying to convert me. I politely asked him to desist, he persisted saying he was freer with Jesus than I was in the gaol cell of my mind. So I stopped the car, put him out in the snow and said "be free with Jesus there". I hope his god saved him. cheers, Jess

It's a great write, Frost. The struggle with faith is long and hard. As is my nature, I get snagged in a few places throughout the piece: "Close my eyes" - "Closing my eyes" - improves the flow of the initial lines by keeping the tense intact. "Pray to something I can’t see" - "Praying" - for the same reason, e.g. you use "Trying," "Begging," "pleading" "Why me Don’t I deserve?" - these are actually two separate questions. "Why me?" before "Don't I deserve?" adds emotional impact to the desperation in the thought. Another question mark after "Isn't there any reprieve" packs an even stronger punch. "Feeling like dingy water that god use to wash his hands with" - "with" is unnecessary here, an extra word. Also, do you want to capitalize "god" or leave it lower case? That's strictly personal preference. "Flicked on to hot greased frying pan" - "on to" - one word "onto" Another personal preference, would you capitalize "his" in the next line? "Bringing me closer away to the furthest spot" - the sentence that I think of when considering this line is "Taking me closer to the furthest spot away" - if that makes sense. I'm not sure what you meant, but that is what my mind sees. "The effort out weighing the cost" - either one word or two words with a hyphen, e.g. "out-weighing" "With his non existence presence I cower" - suggestion - "In his non-existent presence I cower" (again your choice regarding capitalization of "his") "Chances he’ll show up are slim" - again with the choice of "he'll" or "He'll" Sorry if it seems I'm tearing it apart. In attempting to digest a piece, I often have to dissect it within my mind first. Any suggestions made are the result of that dissection. As always, they are yours to use or discard at will. Best, Ronda

we are the wandering wonderers in this life of the sure.. great line of thought expressed in this one Frost.. one I'm sure that the most of us can relate to.. Richard

Even though a melancholy tone was set for this poem, I very much enjoyed the creative imagery and brilliant phrasing. I'm in a twelve step program and I need faith in "God as we understand him(/her)to be, and this reminded me of my own struggle with the concept. A very good poem which I think is worth 5 stars. Always, Cat

but I walked through the doors 14 years ago and have not had a shot since, which is not to say I have been entirely clean. Where I balked at the higher power thing someone suggested I read the 12 Traditions and that got me, I said "fuckin' eh! man, this is anarchism!" And proceeded quite happily knowing I was not being converted, preached to, proselytised or recruited. cheers, Jess

really is good. Very good poem, Frost, you are searching, and we all have to start somewhere.

there is something, a power we don't understand that lets us help each other through prayer and kindness. It is in in us and we need to take responsibility for it, it can be good and bad. I love you (don't take any homoerotic things from that, it is empathy and care, and mutual experience). We through inteligence, learning and empathy find goodness and care. Empathy through humans, animals and the planet is the greatet good. Sorry, I am preaching, have been drinking, but I think what I say makes some sense. Your friend. cheers, Jess

I do not preach or try to convert anyone, that is their own private concern. I believe in God, not churches. There are times I doubt and have doubted a lot in the past, but a person has to find their own way. This is so whether you believe or not and you have to decide what makes you happiest. This could be a deep belief in your own worth, a power higher than you, a universal conscience, consciousness or whatever. I think that before a person can really believe in anything they have to decide to be happy with themselves and accept their strengths and weaknesses. The poem was very thought provoking and Ronda suggested the changes I would. I enjoyed the read and it raised some very well thought out points. Thank you. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.

your should also consider the structure of your poems...the way yo attack the words and there's something that was ambiguous the name or word "JOBE"??? im not familiar to that matter... I'm looking forward to your poems!!!!!! best wishes from Philippines!!! empty stomach..

Dear Frost, You have spoken to your own mind through your five senses. You have analyzed your ego and tried to dispel the ignorance of reality in full gospel music, because there cannot be a negation when there is'nt any affirmation psychologically.However you have elucidated in your poem that when one regains the knowledge of reality ones progress of action is that one would project ones vision to be stepped up to knowedge and then to wisdom, thereby to science and finally to light. This is the truth and nothing but the truth. Therefore the God is you and the Satun is you. Your creativity is a syringe. Regards. Albert.

I wrote a poem that's kind of similar to this one titled "Ode To God". I wrote it a couple of years ago during one of my many religious struggles. I understand where you're coming from with the poem and think you've done a great job expressing yourself. You definitely did a great job with imagery. Ofira Sephiroth

Sounds like it can only get better. Or at least if there is another whack it cant' be quite as bad. Maybe you should not pray, Frost. Or one last one. Ask Him to come into your life and leave it at that. Your writing gets more powerful. Scary pic ! Mark Give me rhythm and rock me baby ! Oh man, do I wanna get off on it !

Faith and belief without cause and effect is nothing but blindness and myth. IGNORANCE AND FEAR will carry one to any place of worship...praying for oneself and one to self. A beast has a fine thing! It doesn't go to Hell nor to Heaven after death. Dear Frost where are you now?