Poem #6: Supernatural About a week ago, I heard the angels talking. Your demon ray-gun bullshit It doesn't work on me. It's not your fault. When god is righteous, You get the hell out of the way. You should forgive yourself. Explaining freedom to angels Is like explaining poetry to fish. You are not alone, Is all I'm trying to say. (Compiled from viewing the TV series, Supernatural) |
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... And then I had a bit of a creative tantrum, which was super cathartic. I feel much better, thanks. No Matter shall every be destroyed. Even a cookie survives- That one time, as I pitter-pattered with Your platter of cookies... Well, I fumbled And I stumbled Before I tumbled. I was troubled as the pieces doubled, all crumbled and crumpled. Humbled and puzzled, Screams muffled as I struggled with the smuggled, jumbled treats and platter. The latter was flatter as it scattered and splattered, all battered... You should have heard the clatter! I heard the laughter long after this disaster of JUMBLED MATTER. In Honour of Earth... in awe of Her great beauty but I see it on a screen- that separates me from what's real what I see makes me scream stop the insanity! Let Her be in love & peace
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