PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As a matter of  rational I

know not what  you preach about

neither  do I want to discover

last eve I shed a thought

partially it has been misconstrue

and tainted is the other part



so go sink in your metaphysical ritual

and say high to the almighty mist

while I labor with the kids

to cool his hell down



I confess

my guilt is being direct

I admit

I thought, sought then lost

this makes not a sin



I wish

to be the light

I wish to help you out

I wish not to fight

I wish the wrong becomes right

Your god ignores wishes