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the poor & the prayerless

the lord
is silent
while wind
is whipping
the lord
is silent
when rain
falls down
the lord
is silent
as love
is fleeting
the lord
is silent
when death
comes around

the prayers
we prayed
in moments
of need
the prayers
we prayed
to gods
we believed
the prayers
we prayed
just to
be heard
the prayers
we prayed
while never
being relieved

we all
are alone
in this
hard world
we all
are alone
in dark
of night
we all
are alone
and lost
and afraid
we all
are alone
no god
in sight

I get high
to see god
climbing the hill
the holy hill
preparing my mind
to meet god

I got there
and saw nothing
calling for god
getting no answer
sitting in silence
almost in tears
and then realizing
I am all
that there is

august 21, 2012; 8:49am
we try
to find
another god
we search
through history
through religions
and finally
through ourselves
we do
find god
but some
cannot accept
the truth
and hide
behind morals
and crosses
these people
fight death
for they
are fearful
and nervous
of being
proven wrong
august 19, 2012; 7:31pm
I want
to reread
the bible
I think
I missed
some things
that god
is not
my god
but lessons
are to
be learned
and in
the end
it all
is apart
of one
big cloth
I don’t
even want
to talk
about you
I think
so little
of you
outward image
is god
to you
inward realization
is god
to me
a lot
of this
is shit
I know
but bare
with me
these words
of you
being god
this idea
that creation
is you
a universe
so big
and unknown
but somewhere
out there
is matter
that resides
in you
we are
all one
at core
at soul
and we
cannot stand
the thought
of it
drink this blood
and see god
see god
for what it is
not what you
wish that it were
let it all go
and find yourself
somewhere new
we are god/it is not large/like we thought/ but a diorama/small scale/
good and evil/satan is real/in the metaphors/we have always used/
it all stops/at us/this is the afterlife/do not ignore/the ghosts/they know/
more than you
in childhood
I lost
my god
he died
with Santa
he died
with sin
he died
in lies
as told
as old
in death
my god
passed down
his light
unto me
his light
into me
into heart
into soul
I he
I god
I think of pussy
I think of drugs
I think of god
I think about myself
thinking about these things
wondering if there is anything else
love falls under pussy
and drugs and god cover the rest
the holy trinity of life
obsessions of the soul
each philosophizing a religion
that could be cousins
leading the heart into pain
and occasional redemption
all the while hiding secrets
to someday be discovered
this life is slipping
through wet & frail fingers
or maybe just the mind
is losing its grip
but this nervousness
of the limbs, quivering
uncertainty of self
doubts of existence
running on repeat
and the clarity of being
fogged by indulgence
and the nagging
that comes with awareness

calm down
know this
all life
is fake
we do
these things
the praying
the searching
the weeping
in hopes
of finding
a god
we call
our own

we find
out eventually
none of
it matters

pink-faced and green
setting out to stand out
building on a foundation
of nostalgic americana
writing these words
even I find hard to believe
every flaccid god
every self that lies inside
naked to you
not for money
not for fame
but for reason
to tell you secrets
of an unfathomable chasm
that exists somewhere
beyond your reach
cigarette-stained fingers
wrap around the needle
as a vein surfaces
the beautiful, vengeful god
awaits my arrival
with open arms
and eternal indifference