You want a ramble
which is unlike a rumble
though they are similar in
respect of consenants they differ.
God is translucent,
we see him at times
during miracles,
when a paraplegic can walk
or when the blind can see.
Do we grant God for such miracles?
Yes,
we are humble.
Disasters devastate innocents
women, children, plants, animals
burn for eternity in plague
and strife.
Do we thank God?
Do we claim he is punishing us
for our sins?
Why then do the paraplegic walk
and the blind men see
if so many die unrightfully?
Do you wonder the fate of thee?
Is it coincidence that
the evil with motives stemmed from
hatred live longer then the good?
I see them
clearly
as no decent man sees.
A hotel room with cash,
drugs,
the luxaries of life
immaterialistic don't see.
What if personal glory was meant to be?
Religion was founded on
man for himself in the terrible Pacific Sea.
I saved myself and my dog before.
I save my seaman
because I see myself
before them and then.
Sins,
are cynical.
All moves for sin.
They sway like the fish cause the tides to follow.
Pastors lead for praise,
doctors heal for respect.
I wish not to be a fish hooking the line of the master
above the shallow waters
where I can't view my fate.
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Comments
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this piece makes sense now that i've seen who's written it.
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...... well then.
fucking amazing. i'm curious as to how much time was actually spent on this. i can see a push for sounds through this. tying into the first stanza. calling out a certain set need of writing scheme for yourself. and god came to mind. i'm not sure why. nor sure why i'm trying to read minds because that's exactly what this is. a shallow layer skimmed off a deeper thought. quick fast. but obviously an ideal well thought out in time enough. and then you decided to have fun with words and sounds and plastering the masterpiece with decent amounts of heaves from the penning hand.
touche to you. thank you.
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your writes always inspire me, guess we are similar in many aspects though seperated by four decades?
Yes, I wish to ramble and rumble
For my life is rough and tumble
Have witnessed love and disaster
Even been married by a Pastor
But my greatest battle; that of love
Causes my heart to push and shove
Seems that each time it remains undone
Because I can’t just settle on just
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"God is translucent,
we see him at times
during miracles,
when a paraplegic can walk
or when the blind can see.
Do we grant God for such miracles?"
Oh Chelsea, this is awesome hun, so deep and poignant.
Love and peace always, mj.
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