All in the Name of YOU ~ #MTB @dVersePoets
YOU who dare to stand before me
as though you know not why I cry...
throwing around simple words
my addiction
as though my own mind
remains as dead as your own.
The lies live on because of you.
Stubborn, vain
your ego alone takes up physical space
as you go on...and on...and on
pushing me tighter against the wall
begging for that last breath
would that make you happy?
Would that fill your void
the hole where everything that is wrong with this world
is baptized and born again
through the all wonderful
blistering beautiful
plastic that is you.
Who do you think you are...really?
Can you believe the lies
or have you grown so used to it
they become your definition of truth.
In your little holy book
with your beady holy eyes
belittling the great creator
by claiming you speak for HIM.
Spare me the bullshit
Your heart is godless
Your mind
pure evil.
It takes a certain kind of person
you're that kind of person
that can take the good book
and make it bleed the blood of your enemies
innocent as they were.
Poetry in the second person...do we even ponder such things when we sit down to write? Victoria is asking us to, today over at MeetingTheBar...show us what YOU got. dVerse is ready to receive your words.
as though you know not why I cry...
throwing around simple words
my addiction
as though my own mind
remains as dead as your own.
The lies live on because of you.
Stubborn, vain
your ego alone takes up physical space
as you go on...and on...and on
pushing me tighter against the wall
begging for that last breath
would that make you happy?
Would that fill your void
the hole where everything that is wrong with this world
is baptized and born again
through the all wonderful
blistering beautiful
plastic that is you.
Who do you think you are...really?
Can you believe the lies
or have you grown so used to it
they become your definition of truth.
In your little holy book
with your beady holy eyes
belittling the great creator
by claiming you speak for HIM.
Spare me the bullshit
Your heart is godless
Your mind
pure evil.
It takes a certain kind of person
you're that kind of person
that can take the good book
and make it bleed the blood of your enemies
innocent as they were.
Poetry in the second person...do we even ponder such things when we sit down to write? Victoria is asking us to, today over at MeetingTheBar...show us what YOU got. dVerse is ready to receive your words.
Comments
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Write on, You, write on.
"Hear, Hear!"
Zealots are dangerous, no matter their god.
And those who repeatedly return to another's past challenges do not understand the truth and purpose of life, the learning and process of experience.
BRAVA!
"It takes a certain kind of person
you're that kind of person
that can take the good book
and make it bleed the blood of your enemies
innocent as they were."
How true this is.
Anna :o]
"through the all wonderful
blistering beautiful
plastic that is you."
as always, i am overwhelmed by your gift of words - truly marvelous construction.
and ooooh... i can't stand those people!!
Strong!
And you illustrate how easily religion can be used as an abusive tool -- 'Nothing to kill or die for / And no religion too ..."