The funeral of GodA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonThese streets aren't paved with gold, a tear filled jar of flies in a corner, These walls, these walls... A fallen crucifix dangles on a string.
Remember the roses, climbing off that tree, demons rising, the angels crying, God's eyes turned away from me.
Oceans going wild, the trees no longer smile, mother and child - no home, no father calling.
Have mercy on us, dogs kill each other softly, the seeds fell at our feet, we watched the world die.
A million years to dry, grinding our teeth, the darkest day - feeling heavy, left in dirt to decay.
Causalities of love, we are empty without you, dead and hollow, Oh sun of god where did you go?
we wanted beauty, used and dirty, Built machines to keep us high, feeling low - the pretty ones keeps us slow.
Seconds away from murder, as I wait here for a sign, greeted by the end, soul went cold.
a dead city looks for hope, compassion laughs in the face of uncertainty, hated, self made - everything you created.
We are a lesser light of heaven, mothers bleeding, cast their children to the sea, who are you with, where have you been?
Staring at the walls, think I know what I see, it's broken and bleeding can never repair, handle with care, all the good things fading away too numb to care, too dead to die.
This was never mine... I know it's the last day on earth, This was never mine... I know it's the last day on earth. The fear is what keeps us here, I know it's the last day on earth... Now I found you, it's almost too late.
© 2011 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on May 30, 2011 Last Updated on May 30, 2011 AuthorPhillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn 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..Writing
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