In the mad after, God proves his points-
So many spears in the carcass of man.
While mothers hide children in basements,
Bombs splash a countryside with blood and sinew-
Wipe your feet and mind the upholstery.
As that verdict was read and riots broke out
Of some box inside the mind of man,
Raging against cages we’ve built and boiled sterile,
To be clean and serene while we corner and kill
This beast called belief and his brother, bored.
Praise money! That master enslaver who wagers
The lives of millions with pyramid scams;
Cash is the motto; their syringes pump lotto tickets and then-
Pours hope into sewers instead of our veins-
Price your life and pray they pay.
In this mad after, God devours himself
With the teeth of saws in the hands of man-
Bleeding eternity, weeping time from roving eyes
Mystery washes away-diving into that salty puddle-
In the mad after, God remembers being alone.
Author notes
I know, one track mind.
Written May 20th, 2006
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pity we haven't met !
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nice again
I just reread this and I love the line wipe your feet and mind the upolstery. That is so ironic and true...it reminds me of people who put plastic on all their furniture...so you never actually get comfortable...some people do that now that I think about it....I do that sometimes....put a little plastic up over my heart...screw that....my heart loves to breathe and it someone sits on it all the better....at least I am alive....love and good energy.... -
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That last line is is the kind that leaves a permanent imprint. Geez, this poem as a whole is so gripping you could shake coconuts from a tree just by reading it, so be careful where you read it! Another terrific write, young man. -
nicely done
Nice...but I have to focus on the positive....I think our higher power is more...than just that tiny blade of grass in the meadow of life...I did enjoy the way you put this together...love and good energy your way...
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