Thursday, September 3, 2009

This Poem

This Poem

This poem is conducive to prayer
and worship
and love
and sex
and repentance.
This poem is what your heart says,
when your mind is silent.
This poem is what the Prophets say,
when our lands are violated.
This poem is the point of
spiritual pleasure and worldly pain.
This poem is submission;
laid prostrate on the floor
in the kitchen.
This poem is pure in every language
and only corrupted by tongues.
This poem is good intentions
paving the way when your personal Hell is re-invented.
This poem is the "Kingdom of God" here and now.
And hereafter there will be this poem.
It is the God of no religion.
Punishment only caused by mistrust and lust.
The salvation of the rich man is
Peace, not paid for.
The salvation of the Poor man is
bread before midnight.
And this poem promises
both Meat and Milk.
It is an Altar in our hearts
raised by no hands.
This poem is a carbomb of correction
driven by a woman named, "Mercy".
Driven to dire straights because
she has not met her namesake.
For God's Sake,
we wage war on one another.
And for the Sake of man
God forgives and gives poetry,
a fresh breeze, a new day,
fruit in due season,
another second chance at living.
This poem will serve as
the Poet's Philosophy
the Sorcerer's Alchemy
the Prophet's Sermon.
Another brick in the Pyramid;
the Gnosis in the land of
Ignorance, Desert and Desolation.

This poem is faith with every good reason.
And is conducive to prayer
and worship
and love
and sex
and repentance

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