Inflicting your radiant light obsessed with colour
in the best way possible
Piercing irises needle deep through pupils
The warmth of your glow breaches every pore
even in darkness
The security of your womb
The enticement of your breast
You howl as if we were the moon
rabid barking chasing us out of our homes
We hear your parables spoken in tongues
You shout louder than anything else
echoes that pain our ears
filling silence with silence
forever on repeat
Our lives are meaningless without you
You preach the words we need to hear
and guide us when we are lost
Without you we have only ourselves
and the words of artists and madmen
The fear of losing you both grips us
squeezing the wheeze from our lungs
freeing us from your grip
We must remain devout
We give praise in our dances and celebrations
sacrificing all to keep you alive
To feel your warmth
We’ll cut our wrists and let our lives bleed
sticky through our fingers
We scream your words from our chests
until our lungs are raw
for all to see
The infidel will reject you
The wise will oppose you
The devout are forever lost
bound by artificial unification
This is my favourite so far, it's good and gritty. Although it has the same title as a Mars Volta song
ReplyDeleteI know, oddly it wasn't my intention to name it after a Mars Volta song, it was originally going to be called Jehovah, but I preferred the sound and obscurity of Tetragrammaton. Glad you liked it, it's a new one (although I've still got some older stuff I want to post), I got some advice from another poet and decided to have a play with what he suggested and see how it turned out.
ReplyDeleteWhat was the advice?
ReplyDeleteTo add more tangible elements.
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