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Word of god
She was the word of god, and if she wasn't,
God never spoke,
With the feelings that her eyes would provoke,
My flesh was left burning,
My mind was a cloud full of smoke,
But we were younger when,
The nights of our passion led to days that we slumbered in
And I,
Taking flight as the light would come on,
Would spend my every waking moment trying to fight the dawn,
But still I'd wait,
For the same spikes of light that impale my heart to where the darkness chased,
Those swords of light would also reveal her face,
And as I lay,
Naked before her, I knew love,
Though it was something I would never say,
And I knelt in her lap with my head at her waist,
Tounge moving but saying nothing,
But this is me and this is how I pray,
And through the cosmos the words I would never say,
float,
Still there to this day, I believe, or rather I have faith,
So much so that it seems that still I know,
She was the word of god, and if she wasn't,
Then god never spoke.
God never spoke,
With the feelings that her eyes would provoke,
My flesh was left burning,
My mind was a cloud full of smoke,
But we were younger when,
The nights of our passion led to days that we slumbered in
And I,
Taking flight as the light would come on,
Would spend my every waking moment trying to fight the dawn,
But still I'd wait,
For the same spikes of light that impale my heart to where the darkness chased,
Those swords of light would also reveal her face,
And as I lay,
Naked before her, I knew love,
Though it was something I would never say,
And I knelt in her lap with my head at her waist,
Tounge moving but saying nothing,
But this is me and this is how I pray,
And through the cosmos the words I would never say,
float,
Still there to this day, I believe, or rather I have faith,
So much so that it seems that still I know,
She was the word of god, and if she wasn't,
Then god never spoke.
Published 29th Jun 2016
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29th Jun 2016 6:37am
The first and last line of this is borrowed from a line in the book "the road" but the rest is mine. I don't know if this is allowed, but i tried to expand the idea my own way.
29th Jun 2016 11:34am
This is a stunning composition. It's the hush silence of deep contemplation verbally expressed.
Typically you'd want to put borrowed lines in quotation marks and credit at the end of the poem. Thank you for being honest, and welcome to the deep side.
Typically you'd want to put borrowed lines in quotation marks and credit at the end of the poem. Thank you for being honest, and welcome to the deep side.
29th Jun 2016 12:35pm
Thank you for reading, and thank you for the tip. I believe the quoted line to be " All I know is that the boy was my charge. And if he was not the word of God. Then God never spoke."
From the road by Cormac McCarthy .
That line stuck with me until in my too early teenage years when I learned to worship a woman, in my own way. I write, but i have no idea of the technicalities or etiquette of poem writing. Stunning is a powerful word. I am glad to be here. Feels like home... peace and Love.
From the road by Cormac McCarthy .
That line stuck with me until in my too early teenage years when I learned to worship a woman, in my own way. I write, but i have no idea of the technicalities or etiquette of poem writing. Stunning is a powerful word. I am glad to be here. Feels like home... peace and Love.
Anonymous
29th Jun 2016 5:45pm
as with all things etiquette should follow... for that of respect...shows character. We all find inspiration in life in presence and one another.
Digging your flow
dkruie
Digging your flow
dkruie
