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Joshua Outwater Poem
Does the Holy Ghost
exist
in the walls
of blinking light chapels?
Or in some type
of bobbing
side-to-side
dashboard symbolism?
Copyright © Joshua Outwater | Year Posted 2007
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Joshua Outwater Poem
Crossroads
dissect my life.
My thoughts
implode...
wrong
or right?
A tear,
above,
falls here
for love.
Mine eyes
bleed bitter blood.
A dream/
a hope
await
their burial.
Painting portraits
of me
perching
headlong
on my grave's edge.
Copyright © Joshua Outwater | Year Posted 2007
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Joshua Outwater Poem
I plant foot
on god's soil,
my soil,
your soil,
our soil,
hence,
gods' soil.
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Joshua Outwater Poem
A window opened/
a door closed.
A truth hiding,
cowering,
unexposed.
Occasionally
a walk,
breathing truth
out the window
into the world
outside.
Only a little though.
When most talk
no sooth is said,
but they don't know
the power
they denied
isn't able
to grow
because they
can't handle it.
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Joshua Outwater Poem
The moon hangs over the earth,
a dull glow.
The cigarette butt
of god.
It is cold here.
Life is a shallow embrace.
A hug...
from a used car dealer.
Humans no longer exist,
too cold.
We are now machines.
Serial numbers
on the burned out screen of existence.
Jesus is a rock star.
Love is gone...
replaced by chocolates
on Valentine's day.
$3.99,
Can I get in your pants?
Tomorrow and today
are twisted together.
Heaven and hell
occupy earth as one.
A yin yang is formed
half moon/
half sun.
We crucify knowledge
and learn from TV.
Everything is a drama.
Everyone is insane.
Suffer though,
I must....
through this twisted game!
Copyright © Joshua Outwater | Year Posted 2007
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