Fallen

Fallen

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

On this chair I sit

sew these eyes shut,

deny my maker,

born in s**t, the man is now filth.

 

On this chair,

I made a movie,

with god, the devil and me,

I would invite you in,

but my hate - I cannot see.

 

Goodbye my friend,

if you change I will love you the same,

For the first time I can see the end;

I have no hole to hide - no stones for the blame.

 

On this chair,

I made you famous,

I created a star...

a 24 hour cinema, genius;

Watch us die.

 

Smile for the pretty picture,

I saved this part of me for you,

hear them call you from far,

down in a hole , no way to fly.

 

On this chair i sit

Feeling small,

take me away from here,

my wings are broken,

I cannot climb to you.

 

On this chair,

god is an angel, I am the devil,

pray for mercy.

See what you want to see,

hear what you want to hear,

heaven hates you.

 

On this chair

these words can kill,

I can change the world,

We will bring them down,

bring down the angels.

 

While you act Frightened,

I'm Enlightened,

your weakness builds me,

your fear seethes,

my mind feeds.

 

Bury your brother,

take another hit,

then we die young...

 

On this chair I sit,

I lose my mind,

don't plan my funeral,

the body is dead,

let me sleep so I wont cry.

 

On this chair I sit

I lose myself...

 

© 2011 Phillip J Clayton


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Added on March 27, 2011
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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In the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..

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