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Saturday, November 26, 2005


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Copyright 2001 Mark Robert Gates

You have called me love,
Forever love is my name.
Our love is a fountain,
I am a spring to its flame.


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Civil rights, bowing to religious persecution, and unwanted indoctrination, are exactly what our forefathers gave their lives to avoid. We are, in the United States, a product of many people’s sacrifices, and we cannot allow doomsayers and self-righteous indignation, to remove our religious and moral choices. Where there is no victim, there should be no law denying freedom to choose, what we ourselves, want in life, moreover, seeing religious freedom only for “Christians” is myopic and blasphemous, since biblical theology gives everyone, free will.

Today, in America, persecution of “Christianity” is not near that of “Christians” toward other religious beliefs, furthermore, debate rages in the “Church” about correct theology. If there were only “Christians” on the planet, there would probably be wars over doctrine, and there is no, Mayflower to another planet, for a quick exit. Only people, who have never read an entire bible, claim to understand what the bible says, where as, Pastors, who have studied it for years, in bible schools, and while preparing, Sunday sermons, will tell people, they still do not understand, all of what it says.

Brainwashing, today is done by these “Christians” to avoid having people look into other doctrines, and research for themselves, what they choose to believe. Pagan’s, Wicca’s and Witch's, are persecuted, and if not for laws, we have now, would again be, tortured and killed. As there are no repent or die verses, in modern New Testament theology, abuse of our other diverse religious beliefs, cannot be tolerated. Look where you will, understand what you may, believe what you like, and choose what is meaningful to oneself, are not what “Christians” would have happen in today’s, America. Blinders anyone? All knowledge is a belief system, once it was believed the earth was flat, and the sun revolved around the earth, then that was not only believed to be knowledge, it also was thought to be reality.

In the beginning of anatomy research, people had to steal bodies from graveyards, to study, and learn human anatomy. Religious and superstitious beliefs by the “Church” would not allow researching that which was vital to development of medical science. Now, surgery is commonplace, and many “Christians” after giving up on faith healing, enjoy the fruit of science’s labor. Today, there are those on the “Christian” right, who stand in the way of much needed stem cell research, trying to stop medical science once again.

Once, it was believed, that research into science, only made a person more amazed at the complexity of our creation. Then, Darwin introduced his theory of evolution, and the “Church” dropped science, and began a war against scientific advancement. Science went one way, religion went another, and now “Christians” once again abuse their religious freedoms, trying to coerce others, to follow their teachings. Trying to stand in the way of progress, they complain about what children are taught, and then, continue to practice, religious intolerance, toward, everyone they believe, a nonbeliever.

My bible says, its God, rose again to save lives, and to save the lost, and he will leave, ninety-nine saved sheep, to search for one, of which, is lost. Today, the “Church” refuses to join this God, in His love, for all people, no matter what they believe, therefore, this God, must leave His so called 'flock" to do His searching. Meanwhile, His minions He leaves behind, while He continues, in His searching, badly need a babysitter.

My peace comes from understanding, there is no way to believe, which will end my eternal life. Wherever I go, and whatever I look into, there is nothing, that will harm my soul, of which qualifies as theology, philosophy or knowledge. We all believe in Gods or Goddesses, yet we cannot agree as to how we will worship these entities. No one-way is right, no one way is wrong, there are only choices, and I believe all people, must make their own moral choices, to be considered to be living. As long as we do not murder, steal from and rape, one another, we should, all be able, to get along in peace.

Intolerant people, who cannot allow others, most of the same freedoms, they choose for themselves, must now, go the way of the dinosaurs. Then we can live, in a utopia, on earth, and live for every moment, and experience everything life has to offer. Brownie buttons in heaven, for murderers do not exist, so we must all live, however we feel as right, and look for each other, in the afterlife. Then, love that we share, now, can be remembered, and we can all be happy, to see one another again.


Copyright 2003 Mark Robert Gates

All for the love of sweetheart
A song in our heart all the way,
Forever not to see the other part
Rapture and bliss are here to stay.
Heaven bequeathed no beneath,
Earth, the flesh for feeling airborne.
Love surrounding forms a wreath,
Ecstasy’s power like clothing worn.
Without touching from across a room
Gravity draws the heart toward love,
Romance woven on immortal loom,
A Peaceful heart fluttering dove.
Fragrance felt, A hand in hand smelt,
Life requires wooing we
As the play the hand dealt
And our eternity the look-see.
Power to the partner,
Struggle to the sea,
Distance a once were,
A healthy affection we.
Yesterday life was without us,
Now relished in the others thought,
Today has come upon us
And bonded us a knot.
Tomorrow brings what will be
Without mercy, without care,
Existence now a you and me
Beneath sky never ending fair.
Reaping the bounty harvest
From the seeds that sowed,
Baby never so blessed
As with my entire life owed,
I pour my heart into the cup
Without debate, without reprisal,
And give spirit and soul up
As a never ending we fills us all.


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Stress? What stress?
Didn’t someone say ignorance is bliss?
Then why do you keep reminding me of terrors press?
When fantasy and reality meet do both kiss?
Will Chicken Little ever get done holding up the sky?
When tragedy and disaster meet what becomes of fun?
Isn’t it better the sky fall to pieces than I?
Will refinishing touches on Leonardo’s ceiling ever get done?
Didn’t the maker mate thee to a growing faith?
Wasn’t triumph the result of crucifying His Son?
Weren’t all choices given that thou may doeth what thou mayeth?
Then stand adversity in my path and let one of my best shots give it one!
Confusion scribbles patterns on my brain,
Exclusion nibbles out a sad quatrain.
Power from a well alive with might
Tower crumb inside and growing everything that’s right.

Friday, November 25, 2005


(101)by Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!


Copyright; 2003 Mark Robert Gates

A string of pearls that one thought,
Priceless idea, treasured concept,
Exquisite expression I caught,
The must do rendition I kept.
Mighty self-centered say that I must,
Pursue in uninhibited lust.

Still it goes on, no one listening to it,
Soliloquy in duet.
The two person's shadows, silhouette,
Eclipse light from the other and subdue it.
Never ending disagreement standing tall,
Any conversation without topic at all.

No rebuttal, without emotion, no reply,
Concrete canons echo in the hall,
Ego forced wisdom without sigh,
History loses, words drop as they fall,
Powerful mania in which I trust
Renders them ashes and to dust.

Still it goes on, no one listening to it,
Soliloquy in duet.
The two person's shadows, silhouette,
Eclipse light from the other and subdue it.
Never ending disagreement standing tall,
Any conversation without topic at all.

No meeting in the middle here
No blending of two different tones
We’ve conquered the fight clear
And mix together like two stones.
Forever onward, refusing to bust,
The only softening what turns to rust.

Still it goes on, no one listening to it,
Soliloquy in duet.
The two person's shadows, silhouette,
Eclipse light from the other and subdue it.
Never ending disagreement standing tall,
Any conversation without topic at all.

For punctuation I swear I cussed,
And ended on a note we never discussed.


© 2001 Mark Robert Gates

Always I love you, always you’re mine,
My love belongs to you like open wide eyes.
How many words of wonder wine
Do my feelings take word-wise?


Only three.

Three simple words.

I love you!

Now that I know those words
I can throw out the rest
That trample out feelings in herds
Without saying love the best.


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There comes a time in your life, when you have to step up, and take the bull by the horns and take charge of your life. When being babysat gets old, and clinging to scraps of a life that crashed and burned, cannot get you, to anywhere you desire to go. You, then mark that spot, and move on, to another, one step at a time. Then, while you begin to stand up for yourself, inside, and return to caring about yourself, you find a you worth loving, and begin to give the painful gift of yourself to others.

I was always concerned about others, and apathetic about what happened to me. Lost along the way, was a self, I could stand up for and champion. Now, I know we are supposed to be humble, and that the mighty are low, and the low are mighty, however, the nonexistant cannot be. My life has to be worthy of my own respect, and I will not allow myself to waste away, with no self-respect. I must now pick up where I left off, when my zeal of youth failed, and turned me out into the world all alone.

I now realize, I need the other people in the world, for my life, to have meaning. As I begin to find friends again, and feel love for others, I must place myself into those roles as being of importance. I must be open and honest, and unmask my feelings, in order to have myself known. I find as I do so more, there are, also, more who love and know me. Then those who love and know me, become people, I know and love, and strangers on a bus with glaring looks, do not matter any more. I can have no time for people so judgemental, they believe they know a person, just by looking. I must remove myself from having to be, whatever, those strangers believe me to be, and become, only, who I am, to myself and friends. Then those, I show myself to, will know, I am another person, who can be trusted not to change how I feel, because of a dirty look.

I am worthy of love, trust and admiration, we all are.