God you don't work

'cos in my head i'm sreaming.

Are you coming God?

('cause in my head I’m screamin')

to tidy up this mess?

'Cause if you're not

I'd really like to know

('Cause in my head I’m singing)

(God are you psychosomatic?)

I'd like some forewarning

(for god you got to get on)

(is that why you don't work any more?

you're broken?

Like every(body)thing else)

 

I'd Like to think that by now

(In my head I’m screaming)

I've (been) forgiven

(by)

the

(badies)

ones who hurt us

( and in my head I’m singing).....(to their death)

and now that I know

(gods not coming)

it's all over

(for god, you got to get on)

I can pick my self up

(It's just the decision

of whether to

(right or wrong)

left or right)

 

We Understand

(screaming in my head)

the

defences

fences

differences

between us

(singing in my head)

but it took us so much

to get us here

(and god aint even here)

(for god you got to get on)

We gotta wonder

how long it's going to last

 

And now cleanup has started

(in my head I’m screaming)

is this when God steps in?

to help when

( in my head I’m singing)

we've already got through

the worst of it?

I'm sorry god

(for God you got to get on)

we got through the storm on our own

we can do this to.

 

('Cause in my head

I’m Screaming

In my head

I’m singing

for god you got

to get on)

 

We got through the storm

with

(Cause in my head I’m screaming)

(if the grass is greener

it must be raining more

on the other side)

each other

(in my head I’m singing)

now this new stage

is

(Spitting rain)

(for god you got to get on)

(a paradigm shift)

without god

but we aren't

Forgetting

(lost)

each other

 

 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

If we were on a train and you were in one room of thousands and you knew you were on a train and someone told you that "god" was in charge and you ran out of food and the toilet backed up and you got sick and still the train barreled through the countryside...and you didn't know what the big picture was so you got bitter and cynical...and your rants didn't attract gods attention if there is a god which by now you question though deep inside you have this feeling....then you would write the poems I have read from you today.

Great poets are good with words and have the ability to focus their minds on the emotions driving their need to discover. Their journey often ends tragically.

Your are a really good writer.

[Cassidy Mask]

ahhh... so this is the poem
tis very good - you would be a fool not to enter it (wink wink nudge nudge) :P
... I mean it... enter.