mr_blue_owl Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 Ernest Hemingway "All thinking men are atheists." On page 144 of Paul Johnson's book Intellectuals, it states that despite being raised in a strict Congregationalist household, Ernest "did not only not believe in God but regarded organized religion as a menace to human happiness", "seems to have been devoid of the religious spirit", and "ceased to practise religion at the earliest possible moment." Other's have pointed out that Hemingway used the non-existence of God as a theme in his books. - Ernest Hemingway, American author (1899-1961). Reading about Hemingway's views on religion is almost as boring as reading his books Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 Hell’s Abyss Death did beckon me from a dark decaying pit ‘Your time has come’ the hooded figure growled ‘For all eternity here is place that you will sit’ You may find the air in here a little fouled’ I replied ‘No thank you sir, perhaps another time’ He said ‘You will come now, I must insist’ I felt myself get drawn towards the pit of filthy slime By a strong, dark force that I could not resist Slowly but surely I approached Hell’s dark abyss The fear was sending dew drops down my spine I saw decaying corpses and I heard an evil hiss As serpents writhed in seas of boiling brine A large bat with a monkey’s face circled overhead A tentacle was curled around my wrist A grinning demon cackled ‘Come hither join the Dead’ A tortured scream came through a cold grey mist I braced myself to fall, as I knew I had no choice For Hell’s dungeons I was clearly next in line Suddenly there boomed a deep and timbrous voice ‘You cannot have him Satan, he is mine’ An Angel beckoned me from a pool of golden light Her sweet voice said ‘in Heaven you will dwell For all eternity you’ll be protected by God’s might’ Thus I escaped the dark abyss of Hell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 Hell’s Abyss Death did beckon me from a dark decaying pit ‘Your time has come’ the hooded figure growled ‘For all eternity here is place that you will sit’ You may find the air in here a little fouled’ I replied ‘No thank you sir, perhaps another time’ He said ‘You will come now, I must insist’ I felt myself get drawn towards the pit of filthy slime By a strong, dark force that I could not resist Slowly but surely I approached Hell’s dark abyss The fear was sending dew drops down my spine I saw decaying corpses and I heard an evil hiss As serpents writhed in seas of boiling brine A large bat with a monkey’s face circled overhead A tentacle was curled around my wrist A grinning demon cackled ‘Come hither join the Dead’ A tortured scream came through a cold grey mist I braced myself to fall, as I knew I had no choice For Hell’s dungeons I was clearly next in line Suddenly there boomed a deep and timbrous voice ‘You cannot have him Satan, he is mine’ An Angel beckoned me from a pool of golden light Her sweet voice said ‘in Heaven you will dwell For all eternity you’ll be protected by God’s might’ Thus I escaped the dark abyss of Hell Who wrote it Lucian Scott? Well written but unconvincing in todays world. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 Who wrote it Lucian Scott? Well written but unconvincing in todays world. Hi Jobee, Dunno who Lucian Scott is, I wrote it myself. I didn't really mean it to convince anyone of anything, I just wrote whatever came into my head and had no idea what the ending would be when I started the first verse Mind you, I agree it is a bit on the 'idyllic' side And thanks for the compliment Merry Crimbo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 Who wrote it Lucian Scott? Well written but unconvincing in todays world. In that case, I'm impressed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted December 25, 2009 Share Posted December 25, 2009 In that case, I'm impressed. Thanks! How about this one? I previously posted this in the Writer's Section Bolibar When the mutant child was born The Piper at the gates of dawn Played a dirge into the night The Devil laughed with such delight And cried ‘He is my spawn’ His hands were claws, his face a scar They kept him in a brown glass jar In a dark, damp cellar stowed away That never saw the light of day They named him Bolibar He grew into a hideous thing Scaly skin with hair like string Poor Bolibar, he yearned so much To feel his mother’s loving touch To hear her sweet voice sing But no words reached his shapeless ears No friends had he throughout the years Cold winter nights he slept unclad But never cried, because he had No eyes to shed the tears His mother wished her son deceased Considered him as Satan’s beast And when the demons in her head Convinced her he’d be better dead Her conscience was released Her spouse agreed the mutant birth To keep alive had no real worth They swore to keep a grisly pact And carry out the final act To end his time on Earth They came and sealed the jar of glass And pumped in lethal toxic gas Alone he drew his final breath Alone he journeyed after death To join the Devil’s mass When the mutant child had died The Piper cast his pipes aside And as the sun sank in the West The Devil welcomed his new guest As Angels watched, and cried A year after the murderous deed The mother found herself with seed A perfect baby girl she bore A child she could at last adore Fulfilled her every need The Piper played a mournful song The birth would never right the wrong No cellar dark for this young lass No brown glass jar, no whiff of gas She would grow tall and strong God heard the Piper’s mournful dirge Enlightenment came with a surge Only then He knew He’d failed A plan must henceforth be unveiled For the Devil’s Den to purge He summoned forth Celexequoste The mightiest of the Angel host And told him he must go in quest To free the Devil’s latest guest And silence Satan’s boast The Angel journeyed long and far And now he stood on Hell’s dark star He strode up to the Devil’s door Satan heard his timbrous roar ‘I’ve come for Bolibar’ The Devil’s firm resolve grew weak As he heard the mighty Angel speak At last poor Bolibar was freed The Angel placed him on his steed Then kissed him on his cheek A surge of Heaven’s joy and bliss A stream of tears for an Angel’s kiss Up in the night a shooting star Flared for the one named Bolibar And made the Devil hiss The mutant child climbed Heaven’s stair To be greeted by the Angels, where They placed in front of Bolibar Fragments of a brown glass jar Smashed beyond repair The End Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted December 26, 2009 Share Posted December 26, 2009 Hi Jobee, Dunno who Lucian Scott is, I wrote it myself. I didn't really mean it to convince anyone of anything, I just wrote whatever came into my head and had no idea what the ending would be when I started the first verse Mind you, I agree it is a bit on the 'idyllic' side And thanks for the compliment Merry Crimbo Lyrics by Lucian Scott band. http://www.lucianscott.com/lyrics.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted December 26, 2009 Share Posted December 26, 2009 Thanks! How about this one? I previously posted this in the Writer's Section Bolibar When the mutant child was born The Piper at the gates of dawn Played a dirge into the night The Devil laughed with such delight And cried ‘He is my spawn’ His hands were claws, his face a scar They kept him in a brown glass jar In a dark, damp cellar stowed away That never saw the light of day They named him Bolibar He grew into a hideous thing Scaly skin with hair like string Poor Bolibar, he yearned so much To feel his mother’s loving touch To hear her sweet voice sing But no words reached his shapeless ears No friends had he throughout the years Cold winter nights he slept unclad But never cried, because he had No eyes to shed the tears His mother wished her son deceased Considered him as Satan’s beast And when the demons in her head Convinced her he’d be better dead Her conscience was released Her spouse agreed the mutant birth To keep alive had no real worth They swore to keep a grisly pact And carry out the final act To end his time on Earth They came and sealed the jar of glass And pumped in lethal toxic gas Alone he drew his final breath Alone he journeyed after death To join the Devil’s mass When the mutant child had died The Piper cast his pipes aside And as the sun sank in the West The Devil welcomed his new guest As Angels watched, and cried A year after the murderous deed The mother found herself with seed A perfect baby girl she bore A child she could at last adore Fulfilled her every need The Piper played a mournful song The birth would never right the wrong No cellar dark for this young lass No brown glass jar, no whiff of gas She would grow tall and strong God heard the Piper’s mournful dirge Enlightenment came with a surge Only then He knew He’d failed A plan must henceforth be unveiled For the Devil’s Den to purge He summoned forth Celexequoste The mightiest of the Angel host And told him he must go in quest To free the Devil’s latest guest And silence Satan’s boast The Angel journeyed long and far And now he stood on Hell’s dark star He strode up to the Devil’s door Satan heard his timbrous roar ‘I’ve come for Bolibar’ The Devil’s firm resolve grew weak As he heard the mighty Angel speak At last poor Bolibar was freed The Angel placed him on his steed Then kissed him on his cheek A surge of Heaven’s joy and bliss A stream of tears for an Angel’s kiss Up in the night a shooting star Flared for the one named Bolibar And made the Devil hiss The mutant child climbed Heaven’s stair To be greeted by the Angels, where They placed in front of Bolibar Fragments of a brown glass jar Smashed beyond repair The End I reckon the Scott outfit could use your lyrics . http://www.lucianscott.com/lyrics.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted December 26, 2009 Share Posted December 26, 2009 Lyrics by Lucian Scott band. http://www.lucianscott.com/lyrics.html I actually looked him up on the Internet yesterday His lyrics do bear an uncanny similarity to the stuff I posted I must agree! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted December 26, 2009 Share Posted December 26, 2009 Reading about Hemingway's views on religion is almost as boring as reading his books But the same cannot be said of Einstein. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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