Seems, the difficulty of this present age is caused by the confused variety of beliefs and opinions. The restlessness of our daily life, and the falsity of conventional artificial standards in morality and aesthetics, have corrupted our vision, until it seems that nothing short of catastrophe can arouse us to a truer awareness. We confuse the discernment of reality with our personal opinion, and intellectual judgment with recognition of truth. There's a ton to ponder encapsulated in this poem. I appreciate it and its invitation. Thanks.

Each new religion mimics some other one way or another. It's all about money and where there is lots of money there is no morality.

she must have been quite the woman...

Perhaps perpetual slumber would have been better for all? Truly mythic piece of writing :>

Well written Max...CharMin

Excellent work, Max. I will be sure to keep coming back to re-read this many times.

...well written, ala the Music Man, 'a sucker born every minute...' again, like a river rock skimming the surface your work here does that with the human condition, that of seeking outwardly for an internal need., eh?

we've had the bronze age, the iron age, the enlightened age and now we are highly immersed in the Tatooed Age in which we become highly decorous beings, behind the barbed wire of which we conceal who we are for whatever reason and to have a whack at such highly decorous beings is to invite a bleeding on our part. surrealism did not perish with Dali, it is alive and well and it resides in Max's pen.

I am glad I never tattooed my beliefs much less my whims on my body. What if I put the one of thirty years ago on my forearm but now would prefer it on my butt? A while back I read something I had written while in undergraduate school and I cringed inside. It did seem almost like a foreign tongue. I like the journey of this and the way I am still guessing about it... wandering... wondering... Thanks, Max. Truly a great write.

Excellent expression of relationship between poet and non-poet. That's my take. Reminders of my first wife, whose attitute was when the cheques start coming in, then she'd believe in me. Congrats on hitting no. 1 Max. Adds to favorites.

Remarkable insight. There is a prostitution of religion that has always been with us but perhaps more open and egregious today! To my way of thinking mimicing the real thing implies there is reality in spirituality which is translated into real religion. Only God can reveal that to any individual.

There is something befuddling and gorgeous about this, despite the overall theme. Wear and tear of certain types can be that way though, no? Excellent write!

A religion written by random prophets that God herself can't decipher? Very though provoking.

I really like the form of this -- the short lines really work well with the theme. I really enjoy the lines: "bloodwrite / a new religion / on the crisp / white sheets. " Taking an cliche idea (blood on white), but then taking it with a clever turn and twist. Excellent work!