Fruitless Triumph

Whatever I choose to believe has been infiltrated by lies. Every lovely garden has snakes. The well dressed thugs you once called saints seem to grasp the intricacies of this new pain, but I never fully understand their jargon.  Yet, I refuse to vacate this rolling tabernacle. I know you’re hidden somewhere in the design. But, this awkward moment feels like a calm Jesus facade concealing a mad hyena heart.

There is no laughter to be found in my realization. My throat is a gravel pit of worthless truths. Still, we flash our kindest smiles, and holster our angry steel like two killers passing on the old dirt path that runs from Love to Hate. No need for complications at this point. Save gratuitous bloodshed for the inevitable gory sequel.

It is a holiday for pious sinners. Mangy wolves yelp like rabid calliopes. Fireworks burst from the mouths of corpses. Cities burn in the foreground, and mountains crumble behind. We mustbe home. I have reached the Paradise we dreamed of, and I can confidently report: the rumors were false. God does not live here.

Reviews

[roarke]

there's two kinds of learning, the things you know and the things you don't know. then there the intangibles the things you THINK you know or don't know.... whatever.... but fruitless? never.
Sheer imagery and galatic preponderance. Seems like you're just stopping to wipe your brow before wielding that machete again.... and then again, sequels are over rated.
Very nice stuff.

[L. Edward Neale]

Indeed god is dead. The conciousness of man lives on and climbs ever higher within its own understanding of the very fabric of the universe.

[Poetic Beauty]

There are always snakes lurking around. Many of us put on fake fronts of being okay when we truly are dying inside because we don't want to bother others with our troubles or we simply hurt too much to acknowledge it out loud. This is a piece woven of all those things. I love the use of the snake in the garden in this piece. Give a great visual.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Trying to find God in anything is missing the point. Maybe the universe is God and that's enough for me (I think). The last paragraph, worthy of interpretation for ages.

[Emily B]

the play is the Tragedy - Man
and the Hero, the Conqueror Worm.

[eatmills]

Most interesting imagery. Such tribulations you seem to have faced and there stands Jesus with the heart of a mad hyena. Such a wretched hell to have been in to realize that we are all just a joke wrapped up in a lie.

[Ruth]

Nope...sure doesn't hon...not always a syruped taste that recognition, is it?
Always adore your work love, states so much in poignant tone!
xoxo

[MOON]

Wonderful powerful write God does not live here striking line. I know you hidden somewhere in the design like promises and lies betrayal and somewhere beneath where are you? Holster our angry steel , a calm Jesus facade concealing a mad hyena heart , you wielded the pen with such effect. Poignant thought provoking lovely write.

[Larry Dyson]

God does not live here....not quite yet...but getting closer with each passage on this well traveled and memorized path.

[Lily Mae]

This over whelmed me like an Armageddon of body, mind and spirit.. Like hope had been stripped away and raw flesh left to burn..xx very powerful..xo