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Graffiti on the Walls
Here is some of the drivel that I pound out which I have ambigously named my poetry. Take it or leave as is. It''s just grafitti anyway. All works written on this page are original works. please ask for permission if you want to copy or send any out. Thank you.
Religion
(1)
Whatever happened to God?
Whoever listens to the Creator anymore?
Our souls are cluttered with Western Dogma and
Jesus TV.
If God wanted to be on the tube
He would have handed the remote to Paul.
(2)
Take the Bible and tear it like you always do,
Prophet of God.
Go pray to the neon shrines that you built to your
New Messiah of the Month.
It's like an ice cream store-
13 flavors, 13 saviors.
(3)
Who knows who God is.
And who knows who is right with Him/Her.
God is a screaming God in a crowded room
Where no one listens:
" Hey people!!
If you listen you just might learn something!
I've got answers and you got questions!"
But no one hears God.
They just don't care.
(4)
If you tear away the ego,
Dogma,
Preaching,
Visions,
And Churches,
You'll find God.
Sought out for many years.
God is the Ocean.
Sky.
Eternity.
God is
Love.
Waterdrop
Hold me, Lover.
Kiss me .
Surround my soul with your inner light.
Like an aegis.
My arms ache to hold you.
My heart cries in despare when you ignore me.
My love is a dry garden
waiting for your waters of
Love
To let it bloom and flourish.
But alas!
You keep it hidden!
And I never get a drop.
Sins
Is it a sin
When you lose faith
In your own
Dreams?
Homicide
I killed it
I guess that makes me a
Murderer.
Savior
Mr. Savior
Kill that Freak.
He makes me cry
He makes me hurt
Mr. Savior
Kill that bitch
she's too pretty
she makes me envy
Mr. Savior
kill that bastard
He yells at me
He makes me hide
Mr. Savior
kill that boy
He makes me love
Mr. Savior
Kill me
Kill us all.
Kamikaze
I wish I was a
Kamikaze pilot
So my death
Wouldn't be in
Vain.
Mother's Epitaph
It is too soon I am done for.
I wonder what I was begun for?
Bomb
We are all bombs
That might
Go off.
Symbiosis
Voices in the dark
And Ziggy's head on the wall
Nucleic Fission
Old cells dying
New ones being formed
Continuous cycle which never ends
Until the Mitochondria
Gives the signal to
Die
Symbiosis relationship
Parasite and Host
Mitochondria and Nucleus
Humans and Earth
( Ziggy's head falls off
Wall)
Fate
Fate is a
Greedy Bitch
But who will tell it
To her
Face?