My Religion Sinks

satishverma

This was the abduction of god.
You were shedding your plumage.
My Ars Poetica is showing the nude moon.

Visiting Lesbos once, you
filled the heat in your hands. You called
to murder the most innocent.

Sylvia Plath was broken.
The pungent smell was coming from
burning verses. You never asked for the blood game.

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  • L. B. Mek

    lol
    wrath, how addictive
    your bitter taste on my tongue
    that scarlet decoration of anger's, bitten lip;
    I shall dismiss your existence
    by dedicating my poetry to you,
    I shall refute your influence
    by counting-out my syllables to your name,
    Sylvia was broken
    and Nietzsche, announced our collective blasphemy - early...
    So, I ask 'you'? (that's a generic you)
    and So, fckn what?
    What exactly has changed?
    What's 'gotten beta'?
    What does it matter if you
    'Worship'
    a misinterpreted Deity,
    a progressively corrupted Science
    or that Nihilistic Atheism?
    What, does it all matter
    when all we're doing is making up
    new excuses
    just to distract from the fallibility in our own Nature's reflections?
    Fck, stereotypes
    Fck, all the idolised - idols
    Fck, the new Awakening 'wokeness'
    based on old texts and rusted philosophies
    Keep your capitalism and your communism..
    We should all build our own ships, for our own communities
    and sail the rivers we Choose,
    Leave the sea for those poetic 'Sharks'...!



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