Poetry that thinks out loud
String cord (edited version)
Tell me now about this world.
Tell me what your thoughts held.
What were your dreams for us.
What was to be our living status.
If your real why not show yourself.
Tell people the meaning of wealth.
Instead left with what seems a riddle.
To ponder on words they had chance to fiddle.
Altered according to times and views.
To fit what ever the editors choose.
How can people choose a genuine belief.
When many of them cause the world grief.
If anything they play off against each other.
Pretending they have respect for one another.
Sometimes I ask if there is a lord.
Are we like puppets on a string cord.
Do we live only to praise him.
Why even allow us the chance to sin.
Like some kind of strange game.
Enjoy people praising your name.
So many choices so much depth.
It all ends up in the place of death.
Within religious books I have seen.
Many things of which I am not keen.
People pick and choose on what they agree.
Don't talk of parts we don't want to see.
Come home and your wife is with a man.
In one book it says of this you can.
Bearing in mind thou shall not kill.
You can put them to death at your will.
These thoughts stroll through my soul.
I just decided to share them with all.
Tell me what your thoughts held.
What were your dreams for us.
What was to be our living status.
If your real why not show yourself.
Tell people the meaning of wealth.
Instead left with what seems a riddle.
To ponder on words they had chance to fiddle.
Altered according to times and views.
To fit what ever the editors choose.
How can people choose a genuine belief.
When many of them cause the world grief.
If anything they play off against each other.
Pretending they have respect for one another.
Sometimes I ask if there is a lord.
Are we like puppets on a string cord.
Do we live only to praise him.
Why even allow us the chance to sin.
Like some kind of strange game.
Enjoy people praising your name.
So many choices so much depth.
It all ends up in the place of death.
Within religious books I have seen.
Many things of which I am not keen.
People pick and choose on what they agree.
Don't talk of parts we don't want to see.
Come home and your wife is with a man.
In one book it says of this you can.
Bearing in mind thou shall not kill.
You can put them to death at your will.
These thoughts stroll through my soul.
I just decided to share them with all.
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String cord (edited version)
String cord (edited version)
