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some poems

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posted on Aug, 10 2009 @ 09:12 PM
So yeah, I'm a poet.
I hope you like some of these.

Some Cosmic God

When I died
I had a conversation with a ghost who had an ungodly claim
he said "Heaven is not a place, and god doesn't have a name."
When I enquired further, all he could say
was "Soon you'll go upward son- get ready for the day."

When I died
I had a conversation with a somber soul who had a most depressing theory-
"We live to love and once its gone, the world gets mighty dreary."
We floated up together, praying for cosmic life
we passed jupiter and all his moons, narrowly passed by a rushing satelite.

When I died,
at last were close to landing
a bright, brillant light flashed and not one man could see
we were in a parlor, the home of an entity.

When I died
A mighty man, brutish and mighty appeared with a cookbook in his hand
he said "Welcome! You can flavor up this stew! Its getting very bland!"
I asked him for some wisdom,
but he shook his head and said-
"I guess I'm god, but it never goes to my head.
The water is boiling now
so if you could just pop into the pot...
I'll butter you up and throw you in
your just food for some cosmic god."

all we are is food for some cosmic god

if i should fall into the sea
would my body flop on the crest of a wave
would i be delivered
would i be taken
would my soul be claimed by some immortal, king like spirit
that took masses of people standing at the darkest side of
hell to their new homes
would i be delivered
would i be taked

i am the man
sitting on the bus beside you
who's head
comforted by a makeshift leather pillow
is trying to decend into the
unconcisous state of

but i can't shake the words out of my head
as the cheap, yellow interior of the bus smells like
stale perfume and cigarettes
as the man at the gates of hell watches me with
hungry eyes
brushing the dust off his black suit
preparing for the show tonight

can't shake the words
"it does not hurt to die"
i cannot shake my soul
i cannot shake my confusion
i cannot shake the constant fear of
being delivered
being taken

i do not want to go
i do not like it at my home
being delivered
being taken

I have more, in a little while. Hope you like these.


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