I cannot do the things I preach
I cannot raise the dead
my god lies silent
still and silent
And what I preach is dead.
theoasisdry
droughtblighted
empty
drained into a
throatless thirsting desert
and god will not honor his promises
all empty pews and dusty altars
and god will not honor his promises
foreversaken
too blind to see
deaf to hear
and I cannot be a teacher
for there is nothing to teach
the spirit of prophesy has fallen from
my lips, and drips dustytrails like
snails or dirtyslugs, and slugs from guns seem
like angels. But what angels what hideous angels
that would explode screaming the final hope
which is no hope
which is no hope
which is life might be bettered
by death
but lord I pray
take this gun from me
take my finger from the trigger
as you take all things from me,
Yet not my will,
but yours be done,
and when you have no will,
will I wait forever?
Author notes
Name is Lugh - hope this is what you were looking for...
A contest entry
- with the abstract in mind.. by The-Phoenix.
900 points, ended January 10, 25 entries
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wonderful poem, good luck
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Oooh nooooo!!! wow this is something..verry dark and powerfull...i hope feelings such as these will grow poeples relation with god a liyyle bit more...i have thought that suicide dose seem like the esay way out..when you think your just going to die..but it soo isent!!! i was realy taken aback on this poem..it i have yet read a suicide poem that dident sound all teeny-emo ((and i apolgise if this sounds harsh))
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sweet jesus your spelling
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yeah i know...sorry...^_^
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This is sad, but quite well written. The fifth stanza is a bit confusing though. Nice job.
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