Man-Made-Machine-Made-God-Made-World

Thw world through my eyes....well at least through some of my words.

 

 

Terrorist attacks

On

My

Homeland insecurity

Sending

Minds running around

In

Circles of

Orchastrated chaos

And stale change.

Dress your wounds

With

Bullets and flowers.

I

Will

Watch

The burning

Of the

Bible

With tears falling

From

My

Hands

As I wipe them

From

Your eyes.

My hands

Dangle

In a man made ocean

Child made everything.

Burning flesh

Fuels the

Machine(madegod)

The

Man-made-machine-made-god

Discoveries

Are

Obsolete

Creations

Take precidence.

Acid rain

Soothes

The

Napalm Victims

Tick

Tick

Clocks Moving

Like

Bombs exploding

In my ears

In

My

Mind

The

Man-made-machine-made-god-made-world.

 

Reviews

[Just Plain Me]

Wow, this is...i don't even have a word for this. ...I'll read it again and see if I can come up with a word... nope, not a word that can describe how truly amazing this is.

[TeenRomance]

"Acid rain
Soothes
The
Napalm Victims"

Loved it.

"Homeland insecurity" That line in itself is just brilliant. Witty, even.
I like the format of the poem, as it seems to bring to mind that time is running out, and in the end, we're running out of excuses for the world being the way it is today.

[S.S.P.]

Hello Cody, I enjoyed reading your poems, this one in particular. Love the subject and the way you've layed it out/down. Direct and powerful. Your compliment means so much more knowing that it comes from someone who has set the bar high themselves. never give up.