Under this mackerel sky you and I Wonder about where Lent and Advent went Where do the days go when they have gone by? Maybe like us they retire to repent
All I ask of God is that he love me (I rather think he already loves you) Here with this mackerel sky above me I really have no idea what to do
Apparently I should write poetry Because when I do all my words feel true And that must mean something (at least to me) Is there some meaning here I fail to see?
It hurts so much to be an outsider Alone since you do not really exist But as an idea muse and provider Of grist for the mill by which I persist
Although it seems odd: perhaps you are God Imagined by this existentialist And if you are I suppose we are friends So it could be you exist after all Since means never make as much sense as ends
I fell yet still feel a long way to fall My chaste superego's chastening rod Hurts so much I wonder how I can bear Being here anymore (or anywhere)
I grow this poem xylem and phloem Wondering why I do anything: yet Somehow I want to live and leave a mark If but a broken token of regret
Written up as an obsessive poem Written down there to get or to forget What I really mean: that I am afraid! That I find my life meaningless! And yet... When I am gone my say will have been said
But for the fact I know not what to say My life feels barely bearable today I try so hard to live a life somehow And have not yet found what it takes to die
I wanted to ask those I loved and lost Why everything had to be as it was That most obvious question which is "Why?" Yet could not afford to because it cost Them everything they had to live and die
I never wanted to be a bother And yet I wonder if they knew: do you? If you are God then are you my father Origin destiny ultimate cause?
A father who is also my lover? And do you wonder under this sky too? I am alone as I remain unknown If you are my Comforter come: hover
Come: and love me among the broken stone Of this heart where you could set up your throne Where you could reign within this vacancy If ever I needed you it is now
There is only love left here: all past hate Has eaten its way acidic through me I am a scarred monster: is it too late? I am a scared man: heal and seal my fate
I love you God (and I need you to be) I want this to mean something in the end I am lost here alone: no other friend I love you God (would you take care of me?)
There is no one else here: I am alone Unless you see through the mackerel sky And know me as I wish that I were known We are alone now: only you and I To tend these broken bottles of the heart
God let my sickness end your healing start To mend this heart I had such high hopes for I love you God (how I need you to be!) I just want you to love me: nothing more
Father? I love you (but do you love me?)
Underneath me the everlasting arms Are obfuscated by anaesthetic I comfort myself with counterfeit charms Some intellectual some aesthetic But under this mackerel sky I dare To walk on the water believe you care And hope you will rescue me sinking there
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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Impressive effort. I wish you happiness and contentment.
And you had me going with the title, heck of thought it was raining FISH..
Heartfelt and loving write
Ty Steve
Ch'erie
Karla. *tears*