The god in me
When he speaks
I wobble and cry
When he leaves
I deny and cry
The God
is another part
in my body.
The God in me. He is not the same as we seek and worship.
The God in me. He is another picture of denying gravity and defying sanity.
The room is empty
Here I come out of it,
no traces
not a fight
ever to be seen.
I'm a silent preacher of God and his imperfect ways to pacify the demons of an unsettled mind.
What image of God do you Keep?
Is it battered and bruised?
Killed by the shouting voice in your head.
Coming out of all the pain you put yourself into.
What image of God you see in me?
Between God and Devil, i'm trying to keep the identity real.
He is a guarantee or belief; so i shall never tear my body apart, into two equal halves.
His will
being benevolent
belittles us
A loud noise
made out of dust.
Ashes rising
to the sky
Ego burnt aloud
bringing the smoke down.
from death to Destruction
devestation to self-pity
life is flowing the same
in you and me.
I'm struggling to keep the identity real.
Carrying no clothes on the body
holding no remorse.
His body is a naked posession
of my countless dreams.
I keep him hidden from
or to be found.
The failures i've made.
The dicoveries i take pride in.
Two children whom i can never be father to. A wife who thinks she would lose me again
to find me close
then closer to her breath.
She is like every other girl
who walked into my life.
No one ever so strong
to tell me
that why i can't be here
with them
when all the world outside
has nothing much to offer.
But how do i know now?
between God and Devil, I'm trying to rub off the golden dust again.
When he sings
When he comes to hold me and take me as his son
I feel let down
He is the not the god we seek and worship
The only God out there is not there inside anybody of you
He is subject to death as i die
He lives as i accompany
So hopeless So shrub
I have sorry I feel mercy
Had i not been conscious, Had it been another dead form of life
what kind of religion you would have gathered up around the arms, up around the walls?
The god in me is just a representation of another thought that there is a bigger god to look for
A bigger god whom we all die for in the end
A smaller god (in ourselves) that we hesitate to pay faith in.
