6 July 2015

Stones

slingshot

dusk filters the more obvious untruths

from the lust of mine eyes

deliver me from the contraindications

of a love unsculptured by time

the myriad erroneous beliefs

of Sunday school dreamers

and the soma of certain salvation

wrapped in those pilgrim blankets

that once served as swaddling clothes

the shortest distance to godhead

the Judas kiss, the sucker punch

or a bullet between the eyes

when rumour conflates into conspiracy

it’s time to gather your stones together

to harden those vital organs

to cast the first, or maybe last

of an ill fated season

congratulations child of Babylon

the days were ever numbered

your judgement day has come at last

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6 comments:

  1. love the rhythm you give through initial lines here...dusk often brings reality clearer then ever...

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    1. Thank you Praveen - we are naked in the dark - our truths and our lies surround us like blankets - they will not be thwarted - they demand answers

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  3. Absolutely spine tingling. The unique wording to describe "the myriad erroneous beliefs". As usual, love your piece. I look forward to imbibing your next piece.

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    1. Thank you Sarah Nicole - your comment is very much appreciated

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