Yes~ I am staring down the barrel of a shotgun carved of soap.
My words are my ammunition.. is there hope?...there's always hope.
And if I keep on searching then the truth will set me free.
I am Persephone descending~ what will be can only be.
I'm so sick of life's pretending~ I will tear away your disguise.
This rocky, red road's neverending...
You can tell me your secrets just don't tell me your lies.
There is no time like the present~ it's a gift that I'd like to unwrap.
The only way out is the hard way..be careful!
Don't step in that big, rusty bear trap!
I mixed the answer up with the equation.
I thought that I had all the keys.
False idols fell to persuasion... now i'm down on the concrete,
I am down on my knees.
It's not the praying that's really the problem,
It's just that no one else really believes...see..
This is my tangled up version of heaven~
Watch out for the vampires, remember to breathe.
And I ever find you out walking down this strange highway with stars in your eyes,
I sure hope that we'd get to talking, 'cause i've got stories to tell and you look pretty wise...hehehe...
A contest entry
- I want it raw by Travel Notes.
600 points, ended September 14, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Humm..your version here is very much thought provoking my friend..yet you are very much deep in your words..thanks..
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Deliverance...from pretense..
in every creative, imiginative way!
Each of your pieces I read
convinces me more of your ability
to make the reader say,
"Man, I wish I had written that."
Even back to the AA and A piece
and the mushroom!
Aesthete2000
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Best thing about a gun carved of soap is that it dissolves with water, and that's what the poem seeks, the manner or method to dissolve all the negatives, all the pretense and sham, get to the essence, to the truth.
"It's not the praying that's really the problem,
It's just that no one else really believes...see.."
I could concur and thus run with that, but the comment is supposed to be about your poem, not my ranting on humanity.
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