I don’t believe in anguish below
Or the
possibility of solace above
No (dis)courage
reigns in those two imaginaries
As I find
no redemption in hiding under the cloak of religion
But absolute
freedom in the captivity of nothingness
In spite of
all the sermons, insidious mastery of hymns
I still deem
it vain for all flock of this faith to burst into clamor, condemning
Pinning weighs on depravity
Pinning weighs on depravity
Ironical you
say? I know
Our mutual
disdain compels me to silence
Because I betray
myself too
As my flood of reminiscence would attest
As my flood of reminiscence would attest
Any moment
when my preconscious mind stutters
I’m cognizant
of the now
The past
and sentient of the mights in time foreseen
It’s just
me, you, them and us
That precocious
kid languishing in squalor, the hell!?
That prestigious
scalawag laden with riches, good heavens!
That agnostic
(Freethinker) prodded for his “faith”
That vicar
who’s a kid-dler
That patriarch
ye hope hogs award the totem
All of THEM
Who cry for
madder lucidity
But remember,
ye hope hogs
When you
pray, pray to yourself
And for
yourself
I’m one
acquainted with hope in my past
When hope
was the only light that night
After we
lowered a dear one to unearthly height,
And depth,
far deep than my wounds
I dream
through the twilight
When dusk
wears its mask
When goodbyes
are pleasantries
When shadows
overshadow faith
I have
courage in death, more than life and heartbeats
Because I’m
sentient that my day will have no goodbyes
I won’t
hear the nightingale
The insidious
hymns too
I won’t
pain
Nor will I hear
the showers
That make
the dewdrops wet
When faint
hearted ones are full of fret
When leaves
fall from my grave
Because I won’t rise
For I am
practicing to die.
© Melchowistz 2014.
© Melchowistz 2014.
Your journey through this piece is such a beautiful dark blue-black knock of your pen as would a deathly wood-pecker on a pole standing in Elysium fields. Great work!
ReplyDeleteI love it dark and lit with sharp tints.
Quite humbled, fellow poet. I'm glad I achieved my cause with the piece.
ReplyDeleteWhen shadows overshadow faith...
ReplyDeleteBitter-sweet... I like.
I like that you like..Emm.
ReplyDeleteQuite something this, man! Kudos!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got time to read it bruv, appreciated.
DeleteSuch a darn good poet...the way you play with those words, phrases... Wah!
ReplyDeleteHello Alexia, much appreciated.
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