Modern Saviour

by Kealan Coady

Saturday 24th April 2010 12:53 pm

He would certainly be admitted.

Who would believe

In the return of a prophet?

A dream realised

Is a failure in itself.

It belongs to the mind only.

To arrive in utopia

And find it is raining,

Earn the love

Of a perfect woman

Only to notice

She is a ghost.

This is proof

Dreams are for the mind only.

And as for the return

Of jesus in human form

He would certainly remain

in the deepening desert

With Hamas defending justice

Or wrapped up in jungle

At war with the C.I.A.

Either way,

Mossad would have him tortured

For the secrets of paradise

And when they are spoken

The war is over

Because dreams are for the mind only.

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David Cooke

Thu 29th Apr 2010 09:17

Hi Kealan Just catching up with your poem Modern Saviour. I enjoyed and found the last stanza particularly intriguing - maybe it's because I'm a lapsed Catholic with a Muslim daughter.

Rachel Bond

Mon 26th Apr 2010 22:11

ive written a jesus poem...i was inspired...it sort of about the battles between christianity and islam...i wont be putting it on here tho cos im not offering myself for crucifixion by anybody's political arguements.
youll have to come round and read it over a brew. we could re write jesus christ superstar on the guitar and ill get some batteries for my recording device this time x

Daniel Hooks

Mon 26th Apr 2010 15:19

I like this poem it has some great points

Rachel Bond

Sat 24th Apr 2010 14:57

My dreams are reality, my mind my stage so theres no room for failure there its just sometimes a tragedy...tho always a comedy when I see you x
This touches on the reality that jesus represents to us every sorrow and every woe, every last burden since this dawn of time. the weight of all, beyond any we'd ever comprehend. like the deepest ocean upon our heads.
Mossad would have had him tortured.
The saddest is that its all perpetuated in fighting with ghosts and images of religion. A cowards battle as any could slay a spectre. And has nothing to do with Jesus as a sacrificial lamb, an archetype of let blood martydom given in the honour of alleviating our pain. And now people continue to give him a hard time, calling him a silly bastard and me for loving ALL the very essence of him as beautiful.
When greatest love of all is sacrifice .
ah well.
i think youre right about being admitted.did you mean committed? I once visited a loony bin and there was a man there with a big beard sitting in the corner smiling. Very odd. you know Im sure it was a ginger one too ;)

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 24th Apr 2010 13:46

A huge theme, Kealan, huge. You have made some splendid points; for me, maybe a bit murky with relational ideas in spots, but compelling in concept. Way to go!

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