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Godless Love
Just a point of view,
a
fragrant facade as
we see the pretty flowers
slide under the door
of
opinions formed from
half-“truths”
only to open this door,
these convenient
suppositions
and stare at the twisted
monster, a way of life
we helped build,
a way of belief that
stares
right back
at us.
Taunting us,
catering to our inner fears
and promising
solutions,
joys of paradise
that distract us from the
shackles we let
our beast
slip quietly on our wrists,
(our free will).
And w/our own hands,
slide on the blinders .
Yet,
listen to the silent rain,
the cries of those who
truly care,
the weeping of children
seeking love and nurturing
not just by God,
but by us;
we of mortal flesh
crave the sanctity,
the holiness,
the very blessing
of our own humanity.
And
always,
w/blinders off,
real love.
beautiful work
This is interesting. It's written well and you've painted some very good mental pictures in my mind. Well done! ~Melissa
Thought-provoking.
I find it interesting that this theme runs a global circle, we can find it in all religions, and from so-called atheist too. Love. The only true unifyer, the only true freedom. That simple, but a lifetime to understand.
Excellent, Thank You!
I absolutely love this one...
You're a good man, Mr Stryker. This is a wonderful poem....a real wake-up call. Kudos.... ...P :)