Dear God
Look here upon this society of thespians, cultivated by reciprocal delusion, matured by observational amendment. My adolescence pillaged recklessly to state void of compassion. What is love, if love be irrevocably blind? This catharsis; this adulterated liberation, manifestly not blind nor gratifying neither. Alas love a deficient concept. What is this perpetual adoring; why this pestilent parasite? A mutual quintessence presents not. My sterile disposition inept; how can one adore whilst not adored? What motive is spent upon this desolate stage? I loathe beauty, I detest company; I despise what I grasp not. This self-solidarity of solitude is my narcotic ecstasy in this theatre of belligerent bastards; this congregation of arrogant pretentious cretins. What be love but a delusional comfort. What be life but a dawdling demise. What be thou, the god; recipient of my vomited discourse? A nonentity you be but a fictitious token.
Tags: Belief, Creative Writing, Existence, Faith, God, Poem, Religion, Response
September 29th, 2010 at 8:31 am
excellent points and the details are more precise than somewhere else, thanks.
- Murk
October 26th, 2010 at 11:08 pm
Powerful words
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Ross
November 22nd, 2011 at 7:28 am
Thanks for leaving me a comment on my poem. It allowed me to find your blog,
which is currently a matter of great fascination to me.
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