SLAM: A Vision

Faith. 

It's what you believe, but what no one lets you see.

Not the ministers, the re-writers, the gardens of Adam & Eve.

This, 

no, these

are what we come from;

Where our city let our bounty lay,

in hands of orphans.

Orphans given to us from clouds and heavens,

where people fell, but no one truly lived.

Where Buddha be cast up to a spirits walk

and roll over in his grave, because you call him God.

A righteousness lost.

For all men seek to have, grab, bury in gold.

But all people see not what they live for.

Holding onto a world that never loved them, 

because they never loved anything

more than their:

side table, television, green trees made to green wealth;

Green filth.

Take this recognition and make it into not a religion;

a word so filthy it burns the mouths of saints.

Take this vision, and turn it into the wishes,

the ambitions, the soul decision,

to live life, to be right, to let go of all that is vicious.

Reviews

[Isabella Ivy]

I applaud you! Truth all. The grandest of writes! (Ok, trees are included but not branches. Still that's close enough. I'm so interested!) Thanks again for the experience. Your work makes me want to go to a new level :) Blessings, I.I.

[Courtney M Watson]

Thank you so much for all your reviews & for taking the time to read my work! I'm glad you've enjoyed it :)

[Isabella Ivy]

My pleasure!

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and useful flow of thoughts. I liked them.
"because they never loved anything
more than their:
side table, television, green trees made to green wealth;
Green filth."
The above lines is true. World is control by money and the value of life is little. Powerful thoughts left something for the reader to think about. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I like the poetry that make me think.
Coyote

[DaveD]

Excellent insight and melding of life