Illusions of living in reality

Illusions of living in reality

A Poem by serpent

reality is an illusion anyways

they let him off the cross

for it makes a perfect base

for laying down the devil's dandruff

before the ritual.

 

mandala leads to claustrophobia

sometimes

adren does not lead to heavens

often

 

the nun that rolled my joint last night

was 5 months pregnant

with twin sins

and a shamelss smile

 

the peddler was honest

and a monk by the looks of it

and the pimp had a "geeta" in his hands

chastity was his religion, he claimed.

 

clergy men

propagated peace and love

while sitting with me on the pyre

one crucified between the w***e's legs

it was the graveyard's watchman

who punished with his pseudo martial arts kicks

the kid who digs to eat

the problem with dead is

that they don't complain or feel.

 

and there are dead who

live and laugh

living

the delusions

of an delusional reality

© 2013 serpent


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A cold look at the world around us. I like the pace of the words and the strong statements. The ending made the poem complete. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


I saw this in its inception. Luckily it hit my mailbox so I felt priviledged. This is FATHOMS beyond where you were when you started. You went from hand holding pieces explaining every little thing to nasty drifting hammered slam poetry.

Improvemnts galore on you
F*****g a

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is a really excellent poem! nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


reality is relative.
I don't subscribe to "organized" religion either.
Interesting evolution of thought here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I want what ur smoking!!!
awesome write....

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 21, 2011
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serpent

Delhi, India



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