Don't cuss at the flowers. They might hear you.

You can't waste your time here.
It's only a matter of mental matter.
That you just don't have.

Why try to ambulate when you've got no feet?
Like walking could bring you closer..
To someone you'll never meet.

Because it's all a riddle that you choose.
To misunderstand, no conspiracy today.
If faith was a measurement, you would come up short.

When you see with comparison to nothing.
You've been poisoned.

Because not even followers can be sure.
Of where they are.

Because not even believers can save you.
From the eyes you wear blind.
In the streets of magic and tricks.
Kids hurl bricks at the church windows.
Because not even followers can be sure.

If you know what's really going on.
It's not like the world is a cult.
Or a ticking dissolve.

No one is watching you.
But you can't believe it.

Because not even believers can save you.
From the eyes you wear blind.
In the streets of magic and tricks.
Kids hurl bricks at the church windows.
Because not even followers can be sure.

Busted balances you use, to weigh out the day.
It leans with nothing at all, set for supremacy.
Leveling out the difference in reality and inerrancy.
No wonder you can't find comfort in the surface.
It looks back at you, it reflects back at you...
What's wrong with the roses today?
They have guns for thorns, and they want no more.

Of the splinter in their eyes.
It causes beauty's divide.
Of black and white and real life.

Because not even believers can save you.
You've been poisoned.

Reviews

[Annelise]

To tackle such strong subjects as God, Religion, and humanity in general is impressive. To be able to do that with eloquence is talent.

"You can't waste your time here.
It's only a matter of mental matter.
That you just don't have."

Thats a really great stanza, but it becomes even better because its the first stanza. It sets the whole tone. I expected alot from the poem, because of the title. You didn't disappoint. Imagry in this poem is very vivid and you handle it with skill. The play on words, the rhyme scheme throughout, those are difficult to accomplish, without seeming pretentious. The feeling of knowing what is going on in the world, but finding everyone else to be clueless about the situation is one I can relate, if I have the concept of the poem right. This naturally leads to a slight air of paranoia. You pulled it of in a subtle fashion and you still managed to create lines of increadible weight and beauty. I can honestly say this was quite an amazing read.

[Akashi]

I must agree believers cannot save you, only God can.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wow. Very nicely done with this one. Very powerful lines and a well-thought out thought provoking piece. Brilliant.

Great Write.

[Gary H]

The title reminds me of a great British non star (as I'm sure he would be proud to be called) - John Otway who recorded with Wild Billy Barrett 'Beware of the flowers, cause I'm sure their going to get you, yeh!' This poem seems to be about paranoia. Is everyone really listening? Is everyone really watching?
In some respects the poem would be a perfect ode to Jesus as he stood amongst his own flock of believers. Maybe you could have saved his life and changed the course of history?
Obviously,on a wider scale, this covers a lot of morality and issues that we forget, seeking our comfortable lives as we do overlooking all the crap that we really should be thinking of.
Once again very good.

[Cassandra]

Faith. God . Religion. The downfall of our modern world if global warming doesn't win. People follow like herded sheep never straying from the flock. Doing as they are told. Carrying out preposterous, dangerous, lethal orders in the name of a god... Tearing people apart. Tearing nations apart. You have captured the mindless fundamentalist very strongly in your poem. The ignorance of people.

There was nothing about this poem I did not enjoy. At first I didn't understand the title even though it caught my attention. But reading your poem a few times.. and it makes great sense. It captures the blind naivete so many people have while being broadsided by a vengeful God who will wreak fire and brimstone on all that don't obey.

Great, great write. Strong words you used. Persuasive .I love the last 3 stanzas... ' Whats wrong with the roses today?" they have guns for thorns, and they want no more.." wow.

[Wildfleour]

I thank you so much for living this as a read request. This is one of the best pieces I've seen on this theme. You did an outstanding job....I think this could be a song, actually.

p.s. I don't give false praise.

[Legion]

An interesting take of life. Love the repetition of the followers part. This was well penned and flooded with meaning. Great work.