Tribal etchings of a fearful race.
Bask in disarray
With chain-linked solar plexis.
Enigmatic murder.
Still we fail to find words
so instead we bid adieu.
By yanking another one's chain
To relieve a point of view.
Transend a little further
Chronic lung disorder.
Why give the cannon fodder.
to send the godless fleeing.
To worship sticks and metal.
we run to play
in disarray
no more.
no door.
They rust away.
we must.
we must.
lest turn to dust.
Writing on the holy temple
heralds heaven's news:
we'll all become the beast we slaughter.
to god we're all just cannon fodder.
Like rabid dogs we will eat the grass.
we are the swine which are possessed
we are the scapegoats to form that "great heaven"
O! holy father, please lead us to heaven.
Heaven (or slaughterhouse)
consolation please kill me.
You stand outside shouting:
"Keep steadfast!
Keep steady!
There is no need to hurry.
Bustle or scurry.
you have all been elected
carefully selected
FAR FROM REJECTED
to be part of the feed."
Did I ever tell you how much this poem influenced me to tackle more mystical and theosophical subject matters in my own poetry? I am lucky, really, to know you in person. You might remember it took me a couple of weeks and a few conversations with you about this poem before I had the epiphany that gifted me understanding what you were really saying. Since then I've been able to get a pretty good grasp on everything that you write, and that's good news for me--you always have a fresh perspective on matters of God and the metaphysical.
The imagery and the descriptors you use in this are wonderful. Baffling, yes, but aesthetic enough to keep you reading it over and over until you understand it. And I really love the monologue at the end, with the free-form rhyming.
Whoa, there is a lot going on in this piece
A satirical view on religion as a whole, and also somewhat prophetic
I really like how your pieces make me think, this is def interpretable
Love the ending, everyone fighting to get in line and just
'part of the feed' as you say
Liking your stuff Prophet
Gosh, did one of my friends ask you to come on here and say these nice things just to boost my self-.. read moreGosh, did one of my friends ask you to come on here and say these nice things just to boost my self-esteem? Just kidding. Your feedback means so much.
Did I ever tell you how much this poem influenced me to tackle more mystical and theosophical subject matters in my own poetry? I am lucky, really, to know you in person. You might remember it took me a couple of weeks and a few conversations with you about this poem before I had the epiphany that gifted me understanding what you were really saying. Since then I've been able to get a pretty good grasp on everything that you write, and that's good news for me--you always have a fresh perspective on matters of God and the metaphysical.
The imagery and the descriptors you use in this are wonderful. Baffling, yes, but aesthetic enough to keep you reading it over and over until you understand it. And I really love the monologue at the end, with the free-form rhyming.
I want my words to be the paint and the reader's mind to be the canvas in regards to my poetic works. The purpose of these are to not create the painting of a definitive scene but instead string abstr.. more..