Standing Skinny

Thoughtlessly

We envy the persistence of time

as it flies

The hands of momentum

Never stop

never lies

 

Take this for instance

Gold mines' cleaned dry

Rubys and gems

Ascend unto men

who divide all..

Treasure your happiness

Women cry

 

Sinners shaking hands

Making deals

For winters

Then spring will bring 

different plans

 

Eye to eye we lie

And we stare

To the sky

Why?

 

A higher power

 

The Devil sits command

 

Even heavens' getting hostile

These saints have sinned

Some worse than man

It sickens us all

It's impossible to crawl

Subtract the negative

before you lose it all

 

Bring your positively

disappointed breath

In,

 

It's Sunday stained glass

Kneel please 

 In the few phews

Nobody can stand it

anymore , anymore?

Some sermons linger

Some just are amiss

  

having forgotten

this monotonous

Has gotten this  

Faith,

just to have it

If I dare,

just in case

 

The prayers are becoming

worn thin

Hypocrites like me

stand skinny

Christ,

 where’s the body of Christ

when you’d eat him

No,

need him

I doubt a lot of doubt 

Gave any doubt to the ones

I doubt myself 

when it was found out

Here,

God is in prison

Evil souls stop by just to stare

Far in the background

A killer says a prayer

 

Listen

So odd the pitch

See

Thoughts are a bitch

Know

Which whitch Is which

 

War comes like a holiday

Ammunition is on sale

To keep them fully loaded 

the weapon and the bloated 

I don’t buy it 

Only stock in defense

The rest just sell 


Smelt your gold

Knelt in the cold

Ok try to…

Sleep well

  • Author: T Foley (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2021 20:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Destroyed all my work after a break down caused by heavy drug use. Took a few years from writing.. life happens. It happens to go round in circles. Dizzy feels good.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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