The silence blankets thought
and interrupts fragile sanity
fear comes so very abrupt
tasting of wine and passion
a fire licks the cardinal directions
feeling the saviour’s fleeting smile
alive and crawling across the floor
beaten into submission by
the craven unbelievers
seething at the fact that the fathers continue to correspond and accept the diatribe printed upon the macabre visions that can be found in today’s diary entry
Frightened by the sounds of the ongoing murder of the tip-toe ballet and the tribal beat of drums echo far down alleys into the tea room
Cleave logic through agile movements of forked tongue, tainted with conniving fallacies which bespeak of revolutions and useless business meetings that allow the hands to be taken as memories fade into the night’s black heart
the phoenix song collides with hope sundering in cinders the tropes that bind today through open noose fraying around the neck
ashes to ashes, wrote in passage
a psalm for the reborn
We must rise above the demanding. Some would like us to believe that conformity is the answer to faith and that questioning or having a different view needs to be held in question. ( My next poem?? Thanks for the inspiration1)
Dwight
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Thanks Dwight I look forward to reading your inspiration
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Thanks, I will see what I can do!! (<:
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You just read my post from your inspiration! (<:
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It was great!
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Thanks for reading! Dwight
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Very compelling!
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Thank you!
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I love this! 👏👏👏
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Thanks Sarah 💞
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