There are some subjects I stay away from. I avoid them like the plague. Politics and religion are the things I steer clear of. Earlier this week, I commented on a quote by Oscar Wilde. I like most quotes I’ve seen from him, but the danger is that they are taken out of context. I’m not sure if this was in or out of context, but the quote was “every sinner has a future every saint has a past”. I actually quite like this quo...

fat andfeathery-soft,deceptively weightless;he floats, a skilful sackful ofether,on invisiblewaves.he silhouettes againstthe moon’s palecircle, growing with his deadlydescent.and in each of his watchfuleyes the image of a blackrat,fearless yetunwaryprey,fills all his vision.as he swoops tomurder, a raucous cryrips open the black star-pockedsky-dome; the cold beak tears alsothe warm living flesh,and gives the lieto angels...

Her face barely above the waterThe dead girl floated like a poisoned fish.Her eyes, which had given up beingHuman, were locked like a safe. Her tentacled and deliberate hairGesticulated with silent slow-motion Hopelessness, as though she wantedTo tell her tale, but the numbness ofDeath prevented her. Silence was the only noise she made. The sun prickled the surface with itsVotive-light spangles; while the moon Was draggin...

Eyes open to the sky, Rain pours down like tears from clouds dark as night like my eyes.Hair is drenched, Clothes are torn, but I am so alive even as I die.Tossed out on the curb, The cold is my only friend, freezing my heart slowing my mind.Voices stop shouting, Punches stop coming, memories disappear the bruises will too.This pain will not be here for long, This ache will evanesce, as I am welcomed into Heaven by a Deit...

1"Repay your debt in a week or shut down your dispensary." Mr. Mehta ordered."Please sir, give me some more time. Do you think I am a fraud?" Dr. Lal replied."Certainly you are, Jackass! I missed out the enlightenment course of Holy Siddeshwar Maharaj. I couldn't even visit his Ashram and you are responsible for it. Remember, this is the last warning. One more delay in payment and the underworld will be after you!" he sai...

Witches, eh? Those strange folk, running around, worshipping Satan, sacrificing goats, listening to heavy metal, drinking the blood of the virgin and killing without mercy. Boils and pustules, warts and flying broomsticks. Death and chaos, killing everything in their path in a selfish need to exist. I’m a witch.I look quite nice, actually. I get the occasional spot and occasionally eat blood, in the form of black pudding...

Bending low over a dead blue macaw, the scientist said “are you still in there.” Probes and wires sprouted from between blue feathers and from small holes drilled to access the dead creature’s peanut sized brain. “Why are you doing this?” The scientist jumped, not expecting to be interrupted in his basement laboratory, by his wife. Her face was crinkled with disapproval and disgust. The dead parrot’s mate, Minnie, trumpet...

It was the worst time to embark on a journey or to do anything important for that matter. The country was just coming out of a religious crisis and the stench of the carcass of the crisis still hung over the lives of the people. While some of us were picking up pieces of our torn lives to see if we could stick them together others had nothing on their mind except vengeance for family, friends and loved ones killed. Religi...

It was the spirits of pain, anger, hatred and revenge that became the driving force in his life, these evil spirits turned him into a blind man, a deaf man who could not see or hear anything good in the world anymore. It was these evil spirits that became the driving force in his life, that pushed him to it.Before then the driving force in his life had been joy, forbearance, love and forgiveness but everything changed whe...

Talk to me, You'll get to know me, You'd never know, That what I'm about to say, is true. "Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them, so I try and forget it any way I can." Neil Young. I believe in... ...love ...happiness ...realization ...uniqueness ...helping ...and acceptance. Now, I will tell you about what I was thinking about last night, and what I thought of all those years that I tried to force myself to believe lik...

I’ve lived a very hard life with some easy roads mixed between it. I remember being yelled at by family for telling jokes at a funeral, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the person who died honestly would want all the sobbing and drama to replace the happiness they put in life. I’ve always been viewed as hard and cold, detached even when it comes to death. Or perhaps I just understood it better than religious zealots who...

Raphe Gillet's atheist based stand up tour, "Down with Godders", sold out in Britain, New Zealand, Australia, Canada and the US where several shows were subject to vehement heckling. Roland Dawson's collection of Atheist essays, "Religion vs Citizenship", became a best seller across the English speaking world and was quickly being translated into a number of other major languages. This double pronged attack pierced the go...

I stand at the end of the path for a moment, staring at the modest home before me. This is the place; this is the address I was given. I am not really sure what waits for me inside but I have a feeling that I was right to come here, that my friend was right to invite me. This aspect of his life had always sparked my curiosity but only now had I accepted his invitation to find out what it is really about. I reach the door...

My poetry emanates from The Supreme Being God Poetic ink flows through my Veins And my heart is wrapped Like letters That has been written Permanent Poetry is like a compass That a pirate uses To find his treasure Poetry makes me yearn And reach for the highest Altitude of my potential I serve poetry And poetry serves me well I ask the master to teach me The student to write Poems as if they were Psalms and Proverbs Poetr...

Would such a God be worthy of our trust, Who took the iron in our souls and turned it all to rust? Who took our children from their mother’s breast, To cast them down with all the rest? Would he place that trust, himself, In other men, to spread with stealth? Or let them put down on the page, Their version of his truth, A truth that failed to grow with age? Would he have sent his son to die, Yet never think to wonder why,...