Needs more work
Apr 10-09
Do you see the wrath I carry out from God’s very hand?
I attack fiercly and leave you no mercy
Have you made my Father angry?
Or must you learn something to survive?
On I move to the next place
Leaving you to quake and shake
Assess your damage and then pray
That my Father has the mercy I have lacked
Flags whip around
Tall silver poles
Screaming my name
Fearing death by unravellation
And like you
I show them no mercy
Still they stand just as strong as before
For now
Still I bring you rain
To water what becomes your food
Ending long droughts and suffering
You bless the rain though never me
And wonder why I am angry
Destructive
I bring you relaxation
With gentle breath
Cool in summer heat
Drying your dripping sweat
You thank my Father
And in the next breath
Curse me
Because of dust in your eye
Of rhymes and poems, word works the tongue;
Into strange directions.
Seeing through eyes, of colored pale light;
In which darkness prevails.
Vibrations intense, causing pain behind;
That which cannot be seen.
Thinking with thoughts, gray matter extreme;
Hear the hemispheres conjoined.
My thoughts are my own, I share little;
I think therefore I am.