R.I.P. poetry

R.I.P. poetry

Death to the old me

As I write

Every second is eternity

in which I seek life

What? No insight

No starving children's plight?

Could my ego be so huge 

that only in myself I delight

I gotta big egooooo

You can't mess with my steloooo

Whatever that means

I'm bold enough to believe only I am real

And ya'll are just the figments of my dreams

or the remnants

Should I be repentant

or just continue ascending until beyond infinite

God talked to me

Asking me where are my prayers

I had to tell em

The world is a madhouse

and He's already there

so why should I scream to the wind

when he's within

the light beams

constructing

the twist in my DNA

and I asked him not to get pissed

Since everything is His

There's no way I can have it my way

Insanity being the norm of the day

Being sane just gets in the way

So I ripped out my tongue 

And fashioned it into a sword

My power must be infinite

I'm in the presence of the Lord!

Stabbing the earth

producing tsunamis & earthquakes

Me and God laughed

This is what it must feel like to be great

and I swung at God

He dodged in an instance

Caught me from behind

And blasted me from existence

Witness

the end 

of sentence.

FIN...


AWard the poet