A Tiny Sliver

A Tiny Sliver

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Thoughts from a mind obsessed with the final outcome

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Busted and hurt, not an ounce of remorse
Will this s**t work itself out in due course?

Staring at the ceiling, a great sword unseen
Much like Russell's teapot, that much we can glean

There but not, playing this game of hide and seek
To totally disprove would be the job of the Greek

An altar to a god that nobody understood
Even today, the believers pray like they should

The skeptic lost in a quandary of circularity
But the choir plays sounds of familiarity

A decision could be made if he had the will
Just let go, bite the bullet, swallow the pill

Blood running down the post onto the top
The radical message is not a gigantic belly flop

Maybe it is, the ripples surely shocked pagan minds
Rattling philosophical, theological cages of every kind

And to this day where a lukewarm message is the norm
Nobody has the constitution to weather the storm

Above the skull, the straight blade is ultimately curved
The verdict, a dish so hot is readily served

Salty drops create brown circles inside the mug
There is only kneeling down on the basement rug

The demon of doubt always prods so close and unseen
The lord of brimstone is just one thing that is really mean

But the man the middle is the one that must deliver
Because its his fate that stands on a tiny sliver

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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This is brilliantly worded.

Posted 13 Years Ago


are we talking about religion? muslims for the matter? I believe religion can be taken too far at times, the extremists of any religion does not do the world any good, Faith is a humble fundamentalism we should all share

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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