I haven't attempted poetry in at least 10 years, but I was feeling inspired.
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It is a day of violence,
of hunger, thirst and chaos.
This is the day that the Lord hath made.
Let us kill and be killed.
Let us erect mountains of shit
and burn them in a blazing sacrifice to Love
The warriors were keeping watch in the fields
and lo, the angels came to them and said
"unto you a beast is born,
and it shall be unto you an abundance of wrath and blood.
And you shall call his name Human"
And they were filled with joy.
And so it was as they had said.
The beast throbbed and writhed
and heaved its raw stinking body on to the hearth of America.
This is the day that the Lord hath made.
Let us commit violence.
Let us eat flesh
and drink blood
and be glad that there is love.
This is the day that the Lord hath made.
Let us poison the ground,
the air and the sky
so the beast will find it to be
a suitable habitat.
I saw the best minds of my generation
consumed by vanity and bloodthirsty greed.
I saw the Christmas tree erupt in maniacal laughter
at the irony of itself
I saw America make wild tortured convulsions
as Chaos was crowned King
Twas the night before Christmas
and the beast was stirring
and waiting
in furious, glorious,
spectacular madness.
As he went once more
to worship at the alter of Love,
Jesus wept.
7 comments:
I love it!
uh, not sure I get all of it though.
very nice. the tone of it reminded me of Howl and you included an alliteration to that poem. was that intentional?
why yes, it was subconciously intentional.
That is one of the strangest things I've ever read.
you should get out more.
as for christmas, i still find love
not for christ, but for a blind family
still family whether they see or not.
my sensitivities of judgement extend beyond my beliefs.
some who find themselves righteous in science fail to reveal their faith.
not everything believed has evidence undeniable; even physics has its faith.
the science of math and reason
the pious nature of men who wish to commit no sin
both sides have failed in kindness and isn't that what christmas is?
as for christmas, it's a day to begin; some reason for forgiveness from me to you to him.
i know we're here forever, never to transcend, but listen to our history and find a day to forgive!
a day to start listening
a day to just be still
we're all in this together whether it's christmas... or some day else.
call it any name, any day, but let the peace on earth begin.
very nice, bryan.
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