"churchless" poems
What is my Purpose?
On this earth's surface.
Do I have an ultimate service,
within these verses?
What is my purpose,
In today's circus.
Is it to buy all that I can purchase?
Or be out on the street shirtless.
What is my purpose,
Among the Earth's worthless,
Is it to grow up scared and nervous?
Or walk around nerveless.
What is my purpose,
In this earth's furnace,
Is it to be full of pureness
and warm those around me like a thermos?
To the above questions,
I am wordless.
To the above questions,
I am verbless.
To the above questions,
I am termless.
So i guess my purpose,
Is full of obscureness.
And in this search for sureness,
I strive on with sterness,
Ignoring the churchless,
In doing my best to furbish
My best definition
Of Purpose.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC
Your god complex
Troubling
You are narcissus
Reincarnated
Did no one ever teach you?
The worldly revolutions
Have nothing to do with you
And though your body is heavenly
(Made me feel like god)
Your words are not my scripture
And you are much more like
A churchless Sunday
Than a sinless schoolgirl smile
No, you never saved me
Dear god
I guess it's a good thing
I'm an atheist
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC