I think I’m about done with my study on the question; Why?
It is my finding that, religion is a man made belief instituted by the rich to gain power and control while giving the poor strength and hope.
I believe that the evolution of mankind was helped along at some point in our past by someone other than man. But I think this question can only be answered in our future.
I am lead to believe from my research that man is like any other living thing on this planet that has a reproductive cycle. All living things go through the cycle of life some die young, some live out a very productive life, some have to strive to stay alive, while some have every thing they need right in front of them for the taking, and all living things have the ability to reproduce (this is a constant in all living things) From a tree that lives 100’s of years to a mosquito that lives from 10 to 20 days. The only noticeable difference is that man thinks he is superior over all other living things.
I believe that man has the power of thought over all other living things, I don’t how ever believe that this makes man superior to all living things, I do believe that with the power of thought man has the conscious choice between right or wrong.
I have come to the conclusion that there is no God, no after life, no heaven, no hell! Something Greater than man does not exist on this planet! (If it did exist (IT) would Rule the Planet)! There for there is no substantial reason (Prof) at this point in time of the evolution of man, for one to believe in a man made God.
It is my belief that religion or the belief in anything greater than man was fabricated by man to either control man or gave man the peace of mind that he will be forgiven for his sins.
I have found no proof what so ever that would lead me to believe that there is or ever was a hereafter of any kind.
After many, many hours (At least two weeks :) of intensive research, I have how ever come to believe that there is indeed a God and a Devil! (But not just one) I believe that there is one God and one Devil inside each and every one of us.
From my research I have come to believe that it’s not the power of thought that makes us different from all other living things. It’s the ability to apply that thought to do good or evil and it’s the individual person that has to make that decision for them self. No one else knows what another person is thinking. So it is up to your inner self whether you chose to do good or evil. No out side force can do this for you! The final decision is up to you!
It is my belief that there is and never has been a God like creator of any kind, that there is and has never been a heaven or hereafter or a purgatory where you go to answer for your sins.
It’s my findings that mankind can feel free to, kill, rob, rape, lie and deceive his fellow man all he wants! He can destroy the land and kill off all of earths living things, because it doesn’t really matter in the end. We where a lifeless planet once, mankind is the only one that stands to lose anything other than life it self if we become a lifeless planet again.
It is my finding that; there is no final retribution at the end of the rainbow!
It is my findings that mankind can go wild! For the only thing one has to answer to in the end is one’s self!
And as to the question; Why?
I have come to the conclusion:
Why the Fuck Not?
And the answer to this question can only be found: In one’s inner self!
Personally: I’m going to keep doing it my way, I sleep like a baby
Love Always
&
Forever Peace
R.Coldguy
P.S.
I believe. what goes around comes around!
I don’t believe this will make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams.
I do believe it will bring you happiness in your life.
Thus; I sleep like a baby:)
Monday, February 20, 2006
Monday, December 26, 2005
Two More Minutes
To my Wife, My Lover, My best Friend
Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.
I don’t need a fancy new house or one of those shinny new cars.
I don’t need to watch the sun come up or to watch the sun go down.
I don’t need too walk on a sandy beach or skip stones through the swells.
I don’t really need for anything at all.
Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.
Two more minutes, holding you in my arms.
Two more minutes, touching your skin.
Two more minutes, smelling your hair.
Two more minutes, kissing your lips.
Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.
I don’t want any of those silly girls out there.
I don’t want any of those new fashion designs.
I don’t want all the toys the other guys have.
I don’t really want for anything at all.
Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.
Two more minutes, holding you warmly in my arms.
Two more minutes, gently touching your soft skin.
Two more minutes, smelling your silky hair.
Two more minutes, kissing your sweet lips.
Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.
So remember my darling whenever you think of me.
Those last two minutes I spent holding you warmly in my arms gently touching your soft skin while breathing in the sweet cent of your silky hair as I kissed your sweet lips;
Were all I will ever need.
Your husband, your lover, your best friend
R.Coldguy
Thanks For the Good Times
Happy Birthday my Friend
I didn’t know what to get for you, because you’re so dam hard to please.
It seems like I get in trouble every time I turn around, even when I sneeze.
It would have to be a special gift, something with lots of class.
Something that is just for you, something that will last.
It would have to be as strong a steal, something that will never break.
It would have to be something just for you, something no one else could take.
A special gift from me to you, a gift that can’t be returned.
Something from the two of us, from all the things we’ve learned.
I give you all our memories Jim, all the laughter and all the fun.
I would like to stick around for more, but I really have to run.
You don’t have to open it, just keep it deep inside.
I’ll keep mine inside of me and cherish them with pride.
For birthdays are our life you see, and every year at this time.
Where ever the roads have taken me, you’ll be on my mind.
Take this gift I give to you, were ever you may be.
Think of all the fun we had, when you think of me.
Love Always
&
Forever Peace
Old Friend
R.Coldguy
F.F.F.F
I didn’t know what to get for you, because you’re so dam hard to please.
It seems like I get in trouble every time I turn around, even when I sneeze.
It would have to be a special gift, something with lots of class.
Something that is just for you, something that will last.
It would have to be as strong a steal, something that will never break.
It would have to be something just for you, something no one else could take.
A special gift from me to you, a gift that can’t be returned.
Something from the two of us, from all the things we’ve learned.
I give you all our memories Jim, all the laughter and all the fun.
I would like to stick around for more, but I really have to run.
You don’t have to open it, just keep it deep inside.
I’ll keep mine inside of me and cherish them with pride.
For birthdays are our life you see, and every year at this time.
Where ever the roads have taken me, you’ll be on my mind.
Take this gift I give to you, were ever you may be.
Think of all the fun we had, when you think of me.
Love Always
&
Forever Peace
Old Friend
R.Coldguy
F.F.F.F
Is There a Santa Clause?
Is There A Santa Clause?
Is There a Santa Clause?
Come sit with me a moment, climb up here by my side.
After you listen to my story, maybe then you can decide.
Once upon a cold winters night, not so very long ago.
Your Mom and I were walking, leaving footprints in the snow.
Hand in hand we walked along, admiring all the Christmas lights.
Suddenly she fell to her knees, her eyes all filled with fright.
She said she didn't feel so well, all dizzy and kind of numb.
So I picked her up into my arms, as I did my best to run
The Doctor said it was a virus, just a bug that's in the air.
There was nothing he could do, for there was nothing to repair.
As she lay upon that hospital bed, so pail and oh so white.
I prayed to all the Gods above, that she would be all right.
This may not seem so strange to you, but it certainly was for me.
For I never did believe you see, in something I could not see
There was no answer from above, to me this was no surprise
For when you stop believing in miracles, is when all the magic dies.
You may not remember any of this, for you where so very young.
But this would be the very first Christmas, spent without your Mom.
Your brother stayed at Grandma's and I left you at your aunt Em's.
I needed some time to be by myself, with no family and no friend's.
Sitting all alone each night, with no presents beneath the tree.
What could I do to make things right, and then it came to me.
If Santa Clause is not a myth, if he's real when you believe.
Then I'll ask Santa for his help, upon this Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa is how I started it and this is how it read.
No present’s do I want this year, it's your help I need instead.
It's a special gift I need you see, that maybe only you can give.
It's a simple thing, it's for my wife, she needs the will to live.
As I got up on Christmas morn, everything seemed just right
It's the first time in many days, I've slept all through the night.
The stockings hung there empty, no gifts beneath the tree.
Could he have left my special gift, I couldn't wait to see.
Throwing on my hat and coat, as I stumbled across the floor.
I started running as fast as I could, as I went flying out the door.
As I stepped into her room that day, you can imagine my surprise.
When I seen the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes.
As I sat there holding her in my arms, as happy as we both could be.
I couldn't believe the very next words, that your mother said to me.
This little old man with a long white beard, had come within a dream.
He'd brought with him a gift from me, a very special gift is seams.
Now every year about this time, that twinkle will appear.
Some say it's just the winters light, or maybe just a tear.
Your mom and I will laugh and say, it's really not a trick.
It's a special gift I gave to her, delivered by old Saint Nick.
Is Santa real or make-believe? It's really not for me to say.
All I really know for sure, is that it happened just this way.
You've heard me tell my story and now it's up to you it seems.
Is Santa real or make believe or just someone in our dreams?
One World! One God! One Race!
The Human Race!!!
Standing together to make a better world,
For All Mankind!!!!
Love Always
&
Forever Peace
Is There a Santa Clause?
Come sit with me a moment, climb up here by my side.
After you listen to my story, maybe then you can decide.
Once upon a cold winters night, not so very long ago.
Your Mom and I were walking, leaving footprints in the snow.
Hand in hand we walked along, admiring all the Christmas lights.
Suddenly she fell to her knees, her eyes all filled with fright.
She said she didn't feel so well, all dizzy and kind of numb.
So I picked her up into my arms, as I did my best to run
The Doctor said it was a virus, just a bug that's in the air.
There was nothing he could do, for there was nothing to repair.
As she lay upon that hospital bed, so pail and oh so white.
I prayed to all the Gods above, that she would be all right.
This may not seem so strange to you, but it certainly was for me.
For I never did believe you see, in something I could not see
There was no answer from above, to me this was no surprise
For when you stop believing in miracles, is when all the magic dies.
You may not remember any of this, for you where so very young.
But this would be the very first Christmas, spent without your Mom.
Your brother stayed at Grandma's and I left you at your aunt Em's.
I needed some time to be by myself, with no family and no friend's.
Sitting all alone each night, with no presents beneath the tree.
What could I do to make things right, and then it came to me.
If Santa Clause is not a myth, if he's real when you believe.
Then I'll ask Santa for his help, upon this Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa is how I started it and this is how it read.
No present’s do I want this year, it's your help I need instead.
It's a special gift I need you see, that maybe only you can give.
It's a simple thing, it's for my wife, she needs the will to live.
As I got up on Christmas morn, everything seemed just right
It's the first time in many days, I've slept all through the night.
The stockings hung there empty, no gifts beneath the tree.
Could he have left my special gift, I couldn't wait to see.
Throwing on my hat and coat, as I stumbled across the floor.
I started running as fast as I could, as I went flying out the door.
As I stepped into her room that day, you can imagine my surprise.
When I seen the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes.
As I sat there holding her in my arms, as happy as we both could be.
I couldn't believe the very next words, that your mother said to me.
This little old man with a long white beard, had come within a dream.
He'd brought with him a gift from me, a very special gift is seams.
Now every year about this time, that twinkle will appear.
Some say it's just the winters light, or maybe just a tear.
Your mom and I will laugh and say, it's really not a trick.
It's a special gift I gave to her, delivered by old Saint Nick.
Is Santa real or make-believe? It's really not for me to say.
All I really know for sure, is that it happened just this way.
You've heard me tell my story and now it's up to you it seems.
Is Santa real or make believe or just someone in our dreams?
One World! One God! One Race!
The Human Race!!!
Standing together to make a better world,
For All Mankind!!!!
Love Always
&
Forever Peace
Ray
P.S.
My wife had Guillian-Barr'e when my daughter was six months old, when Paula (my daughter) was about 9 years old she asked me If there was a Santa Clause, So I wrote her this poem.
Is the story in the poem true? Well...mostly..But It's been thirty two years now and my wife is still here enjoying her grandchildren every day and every year about this time you can still see that twinkle in her eye's, it could be just the lights from the tree, but...again... that would be up to you to decide!
Moral of the story: Never give up, life is to precious!!!
P.S.
My wife had Guillian-Barr'e when my daughter was six months old, when Paula (my daughter) was about 9 years old she asked me If there was a Santa Clause, So I wrote her this poem.
Is the story in the poem true? Well...mostly..But It's been thirty two years now and my wife is still here enjoying her grandchildren every day and every year about this time you can still see that twinkle in her eye's, it could be just the lights from the tree, but...again... that would be up to you to decide!
Moral of the story: Never give up, life is to precious!!!
Ray
No Where To Go
The R.V.rs Song
Sung to the tune of, On Top of Spaghetti , or some such happy go lucky tune :)
No where to go
We got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.
We travel these roads all alone but together.
Our bridges left burning put out by the rain.
We’ll know where we are as soon as we get there.
As we search for our new home in a town with no name.
But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.…….
We’ve seen mansions on mountains and ranches on rivers.
And ocean side cottages and cabins with streams.
A right turn or left turn it no longer matters.
For the home we are seeking is lost in our dreams.
But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.
The miles we are gaining with the time we are losing.
Are saving us more time too spend every day.
We’re not really sure if where going or coming.
Or just stopping in time, too move on our way.
But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.
The friends we have met on these roads filled with strangers.
Remind us of friendships that have passed in the night.
As the memories of loved one’s, left so far behind us.
Start fading with each day’s new dawning light.
But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.
Some signs say we’re welcome and thank us for staying.
And some say stay Out or Keep off of the grass.
We say yes sir and thanks ma’am to all the nice people.
And to all of the others it’s please kiss my……
Butt!
We got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.
Love Always
&
Peace Forever
Rcoldguy
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