Back and Forth

A conversation I had last night. I just need to share it.

I'm raging across the the web, 

spewing hate and thought crime 

across a nebula of unsuspecting, 

uncaring victims of anti liberation.

isn't that sad?

Slithering sliver tongues
Making their minds into a web of lies.
The truth is in The Spider's venom
Open up your eyes

Untangle your thoughts
Christmas lights in a box
Sort them all out until the picture is clear.
Those lights shine brightest at night

"untangle your thoughts"?
why not strangle your tots?
and save them from

the future womb

of a dying, decaying earth worm

It's not all so black and white
Our greats will carry us home
When I'm dead and gone,
That's when they will rise up
Like bats out of Hell
And retake what belongs to us all
The happiness of a silent morning

"a silent morning"?
or a silent Mourning
could we take back
the attack we stacked
against Israel's children's claim
and find someone else to lay the blame!?

Back to a time where the name of "god"
Most holy
Meant nothing in comparison to the worship of those that ruled among us.
Around us.
We are the gods we so eagerly pursue

Then the prophecies are true,
the ancient gods ARE reborn in me and you,
praise the lord, oh wait,
too late to cut the cake,
what should we do
with this world, brave and new?

Shh, keep it secret
Keep it safe
Start the fires
Send the Wraiths
What's truly precious will be ours once more
Though I can't speak for the rest

Speak for the rest or
speak as a test-
subject matter
served on a silver platter.
I'd never do such a thing I'd rather
hang from a ledge,
or get eaten by a hedge

One by one the grains fall
Seconds pass before your eyes
Showing you their secrets as they exercise their right
To assemble
Mass graves.
The burning of the flesh
Kin to the smell of gears grinding
Doing the bidding of "Aaaah! Real Monsters" as a slave

2:43am

You want to hear about Monsters, now do ya?
the fringes and gulches of the here and now in virginia?
The slimes that ride the skies above
and chain the children to fake love
and hope to gods long dead and gone
their baby-dearests won't die alone.

Author's Note

I think I'm in love, but I want to know what you all think.

Reviews

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

This was different! Thanks for sharing

[Mucha]

Loved the poem. I hope you're in love....its grand! best of like deary!

[A. H. Pinley]

Nice! The back and forth was good and spontaneous.

[John]

It definitely was spontaneous.

[Annabelle Lee]

I think... amazing. I can't speak for your feelings but I can tell you tht the ideas and content expressed here blew me away. Wow.
We are the gods we.so easily pursue.
Magnificent

[John]

Thank you so much. This was the first time we had ever talked to each other like this, haha, mostly just for fun and on a whim.

[Jamie Cook]

We can't say that you are in love for you, the poem was nicely written ^-^ so you probably are, but I don't know, it's all about how you're feeling. This was an interesting read though I loved how it was conversation, it was a cool format :D

[John]

haha I was JKing about the love thing.
thank you for taking the time to review :)
just realized the bottom is cut off. Have to fix that.

[Jamie Cook]

oh lol XD damn i feel stupid ! :P and welcome and Uh! IT IS?? O.O

[John]

twas supposed to say
...dead and gone
baby-dearests won't die alone.

[Jamie Cook]

was that the ending? :o

[John]

that's the end.

[Jamie Cook]

:D Ah! :D I see you ^-^ cool! :D