Saturday, March 28, 2015
Black Is Godly
The black images are again in the path,
Opening the doors too swiftly and with settees
Of comfort and attitude, feelings are aroused
By the minutes.
The lounge is static and stagnant,
Offering me a godly face in the realm.
This engineering fact promotes itself,
Fixing you with nails and pictures
Of forgotten warriors, along the wall.
The blank images of the iguana are
All rotten by the heat of the sun.
The images of a righteous man are also
In the limelight, feelings are aroused by
The deaths of millions and billions.
Open lives are closed affairs,
Feelings carve the earth.
Topic(s) of this poem: color,god