Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Monks Don't Get Love Letters, Do They?
Perhaps feeling was too much for him.
His eyes were dank with the mildew
Of our times, sitting on the front porch,
Expecting the rains to come at all hours,
Hoping god would flood him out of
The world, and yet, knowing that god
Was an invisible monster reaching down
To smother him in his lack luster sleep.
He doesn't pray anymore, for a fear
Of infestation of thought plagues him of
Why he bothers with these conversations
To the invisible almighty.
God, a man or woman who has shunned
Us to give us the best possible lessons
When it comes to life, how we have no
Answers for him anymore.
It is a merry christmas when the rains won't
Fall and dampen the grounds he walks on.
In his head, there is naught, and the
World has become the same.
He would take his love with two spoons
Of sugar, then walk away and pretend it never happened.
December 18, 2007
Suge
His eyes were dank with the mildew
Of our times, sitting on the front porch,
Expecting the rains to come at all hours,
Hoping god would flood him out of
The world, and yet, knowing that god
Was an invisible monster reaching down
To smother him in his lack luster sleep.
He doesn't pray anymore, for a fear
Of infestation of thought plagues him of
Why he bothers with these conversations
To the invisible almighty.
God, a man or woman who has shunned
Us to give us the best possible lessons
When it comes to life, how we have no
Answers for him anymore.
It is a merry christmas when the rains won't
Fall and dampen the grounds he walks on.
In his head, there is naught, and the
World has become the same.
He would take his love with two spoons
Of sugar, then walk away and pretend it never happened.
December 18, 2007
Suge
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Monks Don`t Get Love Letters, Do They?
Monks Don`t Get Love Letters, Do They?
