Thursday, September 18, 2008

soul, putrefied

Fear smells foul

I smell it on you

Every pore

Oozes with it

Are you afraid

All the harm you did

Will look for

Retribution ?

Are you afraid

That when God

Looks at your

Balance sheet

He will say

Even hell is too good

A place

For you?

Are you afraid

Even the flames

Will refuse contact

with your dead body

And kill themselves?

I will forgive you

For what you did to me

But not what you did to him

You made him your accessory

In hell

And manipulated him

In health

And now in sickness

Fear has a putrid smell

I smell it on you


I feel sorry

For your bankruptcy

This is an age

When you


Should have

Opened your eyes each morning

To a day filled with

Sunshine and laughter


The smell of

Loveless death

Is permeating

How could you

Have not learned

To love

Pray pray

This shouldn’t be

Your curse again

Trade anything

But wangle this

This sense of inclusion

Don’t be an island