poet John Weber

John Weber

Gluttonous Heresy

These ideals I avoid
Perplex me most annoyed
So wrapped up in myself
Faith kneels down on a shelf
Lost beyond conceit here
This azure mirage sphere
Claims my journeys aren't done
Since trials have just begun

I let you down again
Rage abhors the brakeman
My blood denies its roots
While my consciousness loots
Belief denies assent
This foul bile shall ferment
Dissolving from within
Pasts fixed with a clothespin

Just what spawns this wild hair?
I'm still trudging nowhere
Hoping won't stop my slide
Staggering from bromide
Pupils reveal my loss
Those dots can't reach across
That vast gap in between
What my third eye has seen

My rods and cones race off
When truth and faith face-off
Behind suns where you hide
Outbursts lurk deep inside
Far too brilliant to face
In our system's crankcase
Blazes fume from passions
Ebbing holy rations

Prayers burn as they stroke you
From caustic residue
I don't deserve your trust
Since toxins sear robust
Holes within your design
And visions most divine
Dash from my open eye
Begging for your reply

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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  • Alexander Steen Stewart (11/26/2008 3:42:00 PM)

    This is a very well crafted piece of art. I love the use of terametre and rhyming couplets making this poem flow very well. It would seem that you have a great grasp of technical skills for poetry. Good read keep writing :)

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