Praying for whome and why ?
For peace and love in greenbacks flowers ?
And the day after that won't sing
under the saturday nigh rain ?
Praying the illusions of a perishable flesh
before death takes a look at the menu,
executioner's axe for dessert ...
A drop of water in the desert ,
prisoner for two pennies of liberty ...
composer of an unfinished requiem ,
white Pierrot pleading for a lost amour
that will never return ..
Our father in heaven and hell
that won't go down again ...
Golem,Jerusalem's guardian
who demands the price of a child's blood,
exstatic Buddha over his cup of tea ...
The angel of all prayers has ended its day
h'ell be able to watch soccer on the tv !
When I'll leave no hallelujah
will accompany me .
alone on my path
neither god nor devil welcoming ...
In this tasteless poetic garden
I'll find my pen again ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2024 07:21
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"Therefore pray not thou for these people, neither lift up cry nor prayer for them, neither make intercession to me: for I will not hear thee."
Probably a good psychiatrist could intercede for you !
You sound like my wife.
feared !
Strong imagery ranging from religious symbols to revelations about loneliness. And a bit of irony in reflecting on the nature of faith.
An irony that doesn't seem to please everyone ...
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