Faith and Fact

Bite the black apple

To find the god worm,

Spit the odd germ

Into the cold void,

Avoid any contact,

Or contract the virus.

Inside, we’re tender

And tasty.

 

Light the old chapel,

Exile the new beast,

Cease with your sins,

Spin your sky wheel,

Feel the dark parasites

Within your deep veins.

You’re a runaway train

On fire.

 

Bring me the raiment,

I’ll cleanse it with blood

Spilled long ago

By a perfected son.

Run through the waterfall,

Crawl Jordan mud.

Arise, with the eyes

Of a child.

 

Or is it the other book

Filled with cold science?

Intellectual lions

Who tear the mind meat.

Complete the kind acts

Based on utilitarian facts,

And rise from the mongrels

A purebred.

 

JP said “Hell is other people.”

JC said reach Heaven through Me.

Lao Tzu says conquer yourself

For true wealth.

And I just listen and nod

Like a clod;

Just listen and nod

Like a moron.

 

Hey God, if you’re listening,

Drop me a ladder.

I’m all battered flesh

And used up soul.

I have eyes to see,

But it looks like to me

That all human knowledge

Forms a bottomless hole.

 

The cold has broken

Through the walls.

 

I fall.

 

Expecting no savior

At all.

 

I fall

Into the emptiness

Filled with forever,

And sever my ties

With this noise.

Reviews

[roarke]

we see, we know, we feel the rending winds of existence.... yet we are nothing, just odd seeds from a black, pithy apple core.

rising to the rarefied air, standing aside of the Helcyon's, the simple essence can be missed, the noise, the clangor rises as the flood.... emptiness may be the only salvation of faith.

[Jasmine]

I agree with you about human knowledge... people try to explain everything through science.... But then, equally as foolishly, others try to ignore the world using religion - saying, "I have faith", which explains everything.

Why don't people just understand the fact that we know... nothing! And stop trying to guess whether science or religion reigns supreme...?

I'm not sure how I feel about this poem. There's something that doesn't quite work, in my opinion, but I can't feel what it is yet. And maybe it does work - what the hell do I know, I'm an amateur!

If I find out, I'll let you know.

[Kenneth The Poet]

You probably write the best existentialist poetry on this site. You know how to tear open the dark heart and let it sing when the oxygen finally touches it.

[SkinlessFrank]

what are we anyway but chaos and confusion, grasping at anything that seems solid enough to break the fall, if for only a minute...you're poems always have this power to invoke reflection

[Lily Mae]

So true.. today I feel this as a powerful motto of me lol.. I need to sever my ties with
this noise..x excellent write..x