I woke up to orange thunder and the frown of a small Asian girl
She's scared to be afraid and lingers around the dumpster
Enveloped in fire, her love of catastrophe unable to save her again
I thought I saw an angel, weeping, in the unholy land
I realize my anger at my lack of life is selfish
if only the Divine could retrace His indivisible steps and perfect decisions to a more concrete ending
No people running and screaming,
but lying down and weeping, wishing for Eden again
Another chance is what we want as the holy grail rolls down a hill
Makes a little boy cry
His tears are what began this and by the will of God it continues
If Overcoming our bodies was our destiny, why can't I lift my feet off of the frigid and lifeless pavement?
Searching for answers is meaningless when they don't exist
But it hurts more when they do
Grappling with this truth is particularly easy when one considers the churches now enveloped in maroon colored fire
We won't get back to where we were before as
Yeats and Tesla are dead and gone
We would go to Africa again if we could
We would donate our souls to the thirsty
But now rage is a living being
Now it engulfs the trees and nonspeaking creatures
With the same quiet yet frenzied and macabre presence.
There sits a crow though, High on a whispering pine tree
It is speaking in a sort of fluent mastery
It moans and it mourns, because it wished it could have warned us
If only we listened just a bit more closely
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Heaven's Backyard- A Collection of Poems
شِعرPoems about existence- all its flaws and the Saints it has crowned throughout the ages
