Poetry Blogs (religion)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
He was generous he was sweet
He fed us well, we were meat
Yet somehow as others hobbled towards his call
To feed, to fatten, to round, to fall
I saw myself getting sick and more frail
I felt death near, I felt pale
I saw the colors of existence washing away like dirt in a shower
I saw Him as he was, generous with the meat yet not generous with His power
Thus this was the cu...
Monday 11th May 2020 10:17 am
I enjoy bringing tough guys and gals to their knees.
I can make everyone in my path cry like babies.
You think you can stop me with drugs or alcohol?
That’s a fool’s game.
It will drive you insane.
Your candy doesn’t keep me away
anymore than a cross stops suffering.
The only escape is to free me
from the one place you fear to go.
I reside deep within your mind.
Tuesday 7th April 2020 4:11 am
What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden?
What would you keep holy?
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:00 pm
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm