My OperaA Child. POETRY AND THOUGHTS ALIKE.
Monday, November 9, 2009 10:00:43 PM
Do they believe the lies? A young man said as he eats from the Tree of Eden
And is this a dream? Called a filthy wench running through thorns and ivy.
I pressed her daylight lips to the ground and asked of what the smell could be?
It is blood, It is the blood of an innocent
But my father called out in his mad state "Think what you will, but that harlot reeked of SIN."
But what is sin, I implore to you.
is it a fabrication for national peace?
Meant to scare children and men alike into doing what everyone believes is right?
I think I found god once, in a box.
It was a seed, a seed i knew would never turn into anything more than this tiny spec.
Though there was so much potential nobody gave it a chance.
They left it in this box to become another forgotten piece of the world.
But if given the chance, it could have been beautiful.
It could have become a home to animals, food for birds, and eventually currency and writing paper.
So much use, for just one seed.
But nothing more is everything else in our world today.
So much consuming and with ever hour that passes our days get shorter.
Every moment our lives get shorter.
Religion is a hungry boy, that constantly hunts and buries itself upon the extraction of every little thing left of this Earth that it could possibly feed on.
It doesn't care whether you're dead or not, It creates you as history.
And with everything that happens upon this world. History, like religion, becomes the most immovable object society has.
I am no coward but also, I am not brave.
My mind is like religion in the way that it extracts every possible part of thought it can.
I write my thoughts upon this page to share with everyone the opinion of a 17 year old, Living in a very small town.
I couldn't detail enough of my thoughts onto a page. The thoughts are too provocative.
But yet, I am just a boy eating from the Tree of Eden. Wondering how I got here and what will become of me the day I make my departure out of life and reality as a whole.
-SHAWN.
And is this a dream? Called a filthy wench running through thorns and ivy.
I pressed her daylight lips to the ground and asked of what the smell could be?
It is blood, It is the blood of an innocent
But my father called out in his mad state "Think what you will, but that harlot reeked of SIN."
But what is sin, I implore to you.
is it a fabrication for national peace?
Meant to scare children and men alike into doing what everyone believes is right?
I think I found god once, in a box.
It was a seed, a seed i knew would never turn into anything more than this tiny spec.
Though there was so much potential nobody gave it a chance.
They left it in this box to become another forgotten piece of the world.
But if given the chance, it could have been beautiful.
It could have become a home to animals, food for birds, and eventually currency and writing paper.
So much use, for just one seed.
But nothing more is everything else in our world today.
So much consuming and with ever hour that passes our days get shorter.
Every moment our lives get shorter.
Religion is a hungry boy, that constantly hunts and buries itself upon the extraction of every little thing left of this Earth that it could possibly feed on.
It doesn't care whether you're dead or not, It creates you as history.
And with everything that happens upon this world. History, like religion, becomes the most immovable object society has.
I am no coward but also, I am not brave.
My mind is like religion in the way that it extracts every possible part of thought it can.
I write my thoughts upon this page to share with everyone the opinion of a 17 year old, Living in a very small town.
I couldn't detail enough of my thoughts onto a page. The thoughts are too provocative.
But yet, I am just a boy eating from the Tree of Eden. Wondering how I got here and what will become of me the day I make my departure out of life and reality as a whole.
-SHAWN.
