in symbols and metaphors
we search for hidden meanings
resonating with scent predetermined
and thereby the stated truth
is by mind undermined
weak and unstable
heart searches for a crutch
relying upon a this or that holy book
negating soul’s light aglow within
God hopes that we will look
accustomed to striving
to attain a materialistic goal
we have now forgotten how to be still
and are so enslaved by thought
we fear to surrender will
would we traumatise
the child to who we give birth
why then believe in the wrath of God
‘tis a control game pastors play
hypnotised, we applaud
on inquiring ‘who am I’
we find we’re living light eternal
and organic form is an earth interface
so recognising the truth as it is
behold God face to face
Hate me
Berate me
Despise me
Deeply hurt me
Traumatise me
Use me
Ridicule me
And brutalise me
Hit me
Kick me
punch me
Reject me
Stamp and dance on my grave
And have a rave
Squeeze every molecule of happiness
From my wretched soul
Poke me in the eye
And stab me until I die
I am despicable
Forgettable
Unwanted
Unloved
Useless
Cursed to be born
This is how you make me feel
This life mine and real
I sleep and when I awake
The nightmare begins again
My heart so full of pain
So lonely and lost
Death a welcoming beckoning friend
Can't take any more,
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
From youngsters to seniors,
Free or behind bars,
Persons traumatise,
By sickness,from wars,
Recovering from drugs,
Healing deep scars,
Or just chilling,
Drinking wine with caviare,
I had a dream,my poems,
Read near,read far,
Even by aliens,
Sipping champaign,
On nameless stars...
After every morning there is a night,
Long, unending and a disappointment outright;
The last rays of the sun are peeping through,
And you long to cherish each and every hue;
But now, it won’t be long
For the light to disappear and darkness will come along.
Fiery…impossible to penetrate,
You can cry and despair all you want;
But of no use will be your rant.
It’ll torture, traumatise and make you suffer every instant.
And all the aids you have are just too blunt,
To pierce the darkness and set your soul free.
And yet you can’t stop and grieve.
All is dark; it’s impossible to see,
Where you are heading or what lies ahead,
You have to live with it and go on until you drop dead.
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