Divine Sense and the Divine

January 3, 2007

I refuse to convert to a perfect square.

It was you that tore the hands from my life's wheel of time

And replaced it with your own.

So, I kill that crooked clock.

Let it choke on its chores

As I find my face tolling toward its own direction.

 

And I'm dreaming of horses-

All of them corpses,

But at least they're not alone.

 

Nightmares have been haunting me for weeks,

But at least I've left the worst of them alone.

Crosses on fire battle my heart's desires,

But again, I will not yield

To a dying man with his blind philosophy

And a deaf woman- his only apostle.

My own Power- it suits me quite well.

It dwells within me as is the way of the Divine,

And that temple quakes and cracks with godly cackles

To deeply drown the children fighting beneath its shadowy name.

 

And I'm dreaming of men-

All of them kin.

At least they're not alone.

 

I'll be fine- just give me time.

You'll see I'm not insane.

I'll get well so long as you tell me

That I'm respected on Madness' Lane.

Reviews

[Ari]

Your writing intrigues me. I find a lot of lines, and even whole stanzas, that I love, and others that I really can't enjoy. In this piece, particularly, I dislike the dashes, but I love the fourth line and the entire second stanza.

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"It was you that tore the hands from my life's wheel of time
And replaced it with your own..
So, I kill that crooked clock." I really like this. This whole piece in fact, very inspirational. You've crafted your words well, very nice to read. Best wishes, Pammy.

[poddar kushal]

loneliness is a thing we born with.in this poetry loneliness has streamed under its theme.
And I'm dreaming of horses-

All of them corpses,

But at least they're not alone.very good indeed.