This is the first time I've decided to take on this subject matter. The task seemed somewhat daunting, but I felt I owed it to myself to put my muddled insights through the creative crucible and see which thoughts stuck.
I'll still pause for a vestige of my ancient faith
Church bells on dark mornings, with damp cigarettes
As my Brothers and Sisters smoke, dry, with their Wraiths
Where the sun burns as red as their steel bayonets
While false Gods gorge themselves in their rivers of soma,
And, lulling, they purr their nepenthe-laiden anthems,
We hear planes, We hear trains, over, under this coma
And, We wake, soaked in fears, knowing no one could man them
To deny We're still good, fall so far from Our graces,
Is a crime against You; those We strive to remember
But, We can't see two inches in front of Our faces
Past the smoke and the noise and the snow in September
Choking life, the smoke spreads, but won't get any lighter,
Over all of god's Children; too tired to fuss
In our bootless pursuit of a great, ruthless leader
We forgot that the only great leader is Us
edit: I'd really appreciate some feedback on this. I changed it a bit. I like the concept behind the capitalization and lack thereof, but I'm not sure if it's overkill, because, well, I can't gauge how effectively my own thoughts are coming across. Any response is appreciated.
Climb into my arms.. With blood on your clothes.. You've got a glow...
Edited by JarethsGirl on 11/21/06 06:36 AM (server time).