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Counting Down

Feed me to the dogs of Forgotten Hell
Count to 30 behind closed eyes
send my remains in rags – nothing else
matters more no longer now.

Count to 20 behind closed eyes.
Where are we and who am I
no longer can the Fates disguise. Hear
the shuttering speed of my mind’s divide –
attention held but dropped and bruised
throughout Rejected Time.

Count to 10 behind closed eyes.
A dream tonight given to a blind mind
and how I dare to dream you close
and remember the poses so of two bodies
greatly intertwined.

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When God Discovered He Was a Lie

(WIP)

So you’re telling me, right,
that this was all just a lie
to fit some grand design?
To make your lives easier
to deal with at the end of the day?

But I have been here for you ,
since before the first day
and then some before –
all to make you a member of my home.

Well no, I won’t go.
Invitation declined,
I’ve given you my all,
I’ve put in my time to make myself
in the image of you.

After all these years together –
after all the memories created.

I made you what you are today,
moulded you into something new.

This is a phase, I assure you,
I know you, I always knew you
better than you thought you knew yourself.

This is all I get, this
glaring stare because you
stole my words and rearranged them into
something hateable.

I won’t go.
I refuse to move
until you get it into your system
that I loved you enough
to put up with you.

Modern Theology

(Work in Progress)
[The image of loveliness, hide behind.]
All of which, I know, to be a part of your design,
but the power of your eyes
stalls my heart and I reckon,
just perhaps, that
there is a master and meaning to
this life.

Never a moment wasted as I while
away time with you – a newfound
reason to wake up each day even
though I have not woken with you by
my side.

By God, how could I once before complain
of being alive?

Living a shell of a life that was defined
by the numbers of strife that plagued
the very essence of time.
This is the reason why humans dreamt of flight
and answered with steel wings to dominate the sky.
Why compromises are committed to settle
in a town where you swore you’d never die.

This is the reason why I feel like I can live.
This is the reason why happiness doesn’t feel like
an unattainable position in life.

You could not have been an accident,
an impossible statistic created with the stars
and dust of the galaxy, with the trial and error
of animals deceased.

Within your soul is the universe
complete, with the galaxies and
constellations flying past your eyes.

No amount of fantastic accidents could have
formed your arms so long and strong, no
amount of forgotten ancestors could have
created the path of your falling hair,
strands curling in organisation of an orchestra
leaded by a god itself.

You alone are the product
of a thousand ramblings trying
to define the perfect dream
of this human life.

Your lilted laugh
creates the Earth
to revolve the Sun.
Your anger, the ground
to shake.

Modern theology is the name
you spoke as ways of introduction

Note to a Friend (Part One)

Tonight,

I prayed to the God you don’t believe in;

thanking Him for putting you in my life.

 

I trust

you keep me grounded in reality;

when so oft my thoughts fly above unleashed.