With all the Gods who've been and gone
religiously believed in and prayed upon
for sure Thor was but one
but who'll be the next to come along
will we sing praises to him it or her
faithfully erect an edifice to edify
incense burn sacrifice virgins
bow down on our knees to deify
will fire and brimstone or flagellation
appear in the equation
with the promise of heaven
and/or eternal damnation
and aping man's superstition
followers will still flounder around
looking for what they know not
along with the herd awaiting 'The Word'
Dear Breath, will you truly forsake me?
Dearest Death, will you be kind to me?
My favourite Life, are you satisfied?
My quintessential self, do you truly possess this demeanour?
Temporary happiness is always godlike bliss,
Permanence is a dutiful curse.
The more I look for profound beauty,
The more I go far away from my salient appetite.
Karma never forgives anyone,
Building a church on my altar,
Building a cage that cannot be broken,
Inside that, I will be stuck for the time being.
The Grim Reaper calls my name just once,
The fragile cage cannot keep me safe.
The perfect Advisor is never going to fulfill me,
Until I admit, I want to be someone under His command!
Dearest Death, is the Grim Reaper your valet?
Dear Breath, did you come to rescue me?
Or was it just another pretence?
My sweetest Soul, are you really mine, or will you just fly away at another time?
Cyberstalker
who sexually harasses
said thank you
for writing
all this poetry to them(they read it)
and thank you for noticing them.
I noticed
that not one female or male
on this campus
has hair
that would compare
to my ASTOUNDING,
BLONDE,
THICK REALLY CURLY HAIR-
IF IT WERE NOT CUT AT NIGHT-
and that not one
female or male on this campus
is as tall as me.
I am 5.9.5 inches tall
(EVERY recorded measurement of my height
for the past several years has been 176.5cm).
My eyebrows-
blonde, with a little gold-
GODLIKE.
how might one focus
to then refocus and capture
the image again as it
done the first time
the second glance
reveals it's
impure properties
seeing and understanding,
looking beyond
the fictions to have sight
of each dent and ding
what enables the artist,
might inspire the artisan
to fix what has been broken.
patchwork: or artist performance
each opportunity of
prospective,
sight beyond the art.
desirably and respectively
the pieces of art then
reworked to modern perfection.
each paint
to match what the artist found to be perfect
the renewed newness for a future
to admire or ignore
WRONG DONE QUELLED BY ALL
APPEASING THE HEART OF LADY
ESCAPE FROM FATAL GRIP
Helpfulness is Godlike,
hatred I dislike.
Spirituality is divine,
All Gods are mine.
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