Gods & Prophets

Gods & Prophets

A Poem by Penulis Kecil
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A Slam! piece about finding oneself.

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For gods that never worshipped back,

I have cried into buckets

dug trenches into wells

emptied my soul

watched myself wash away under

sprinkler systems

where wasteful wanters called to freedom,

let water restrictions be damned.

 

I have weakened here for pages unfolded

then leashed my tongue

held my fingers back

and let words fade into obscurity

where false gods proclaimed belonging.

 

I was never strong enough here

for words that couldn't make themselves heard

as they dribbled down the empty spaces

red paint screaming accusation and negligence

and the silent voices of a thousand diaries

broken apart and bleeding thoughts

still cannot move this nothingness to action.

 

My tears have soaked the pages here

of books dog-earred, creased and too-well-loved

where someone saves the day or

someone's heart glues itself to someone's heart or

the very best of them all, the ones

where the paper unbinds itself with over-love,

where someone finds herself.

 

In the echoes of shadows,

of sad-hows and show-sad,

I have handed up my registration

collapsed upon and collared

nothingness given solidarity and form;

when wasteful wanters called to freedom

I heard. I answered.

I gave it all.

 

And it is only now I think to ask...

To whom?

 

To whose gods have I pandered,

locked myself and lost myself?

To what unconscious end

have I washed and brushed and faded away?

 

I, who worshipped gods who never worshipped back

I, who am nothingness; I, who am unfound;

must now turn the rusty key in the door

seek out a forgotten being

belly-slide through the dirt

tangle knots and whorls

colour myself visible with pencil rudiments.

 

I, who worshipped gods who never worshipped back;

I, who am nothingness; I, who am unfound;

must find new gods to worship

(gods who teach and learn and love and live),

open into somethingness,

and find a way to find myself again.

 

I, who am unfound, must find within

the found.

© 2011 Penulis Kecil


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Penulis Kecil
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LJW
Deep. As an atheist, I can relate.


Posted 12 Years Ago


This was a modern metaphysical poem and much much more. I really dig your style. I could honestly write 4 reviews on this piece and not be finished.

It had a great ending. Original, crisp, human, universal, what more can I say? 100/

Posted 13 Years Ago


This came to me from someone who knows wonderful words and I'm very glad that she thought to send it my way

Posted 13 Years Ago


'I, who worshipped gods who never worshipped back
I, who am nothingness; I, who am unfound;'

this is heart-wrenching in its vision and perspective, that last line with all the power of self-discovery. i loved the way you stood for something ' (gods who teach and learn and love and live),' this is written with all the fire of a true poet and yet you do not pretend there is not self-doubt, that the path is not difficult to find at times.


Posted 13 Years Ago


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I like this a a lot. Very well written, great imagery. I especially like the fourth stanza. Seriously good job :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Such an emotional write, so well written and expressed, loved the first stanza the best. Amazing write!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on October 5, 2011
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Tags: slam, individuality, self

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Penulis Kecil
Penulis Kecil

Caboolture, Australia



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I'm a 29 year old Australian woman who has, like most people, experienced a number of things in life. I think I'm pretty friendly, if a little odd and silly. When I'm not writing, I enjoy other cre.. more..

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