'Primitives, ' Ancients - Poem by Kelley Larsen
'Primitives, ' Ancients - made their gods well
Reflections of world and our natures-
Creating and lining a fullest life inner
quiet prey for worldly capture.
But Christ, How we Christians have made one God swell-
Perverting, denying our nature.
Neurotic and frightened, made Sinners
(ripened and fat for our Rapture.)
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You