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"The Death of Goliath" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on November 11, 2014

"The Death of Goliath"

Deep within the tomb of many deaths

Admitting, one to darkness

So as to recognize the light

The things to live for, a few commodities

A fixed price that continues to grow

A puppet master with strings in a cloud, hidden so no one knows

What is real, tangible, things to hold, in our hands

Man crafted in the likeness, so for our likeness we take a stand

Erecting ourselves as statues made of flesh

Victimized by the climate, better than stone, better than metal, better than wood

Erect yourself before thee, in order to creat one's self one should

Be the center

The gravity

The hold, the glue

We can help each other pick up the pieces, but most of the work must be done by you

By us, by our knife, our teeth, we all bleed

Our battle for survival, a fight we can't concede

To fathom

If we keep it up

Ya know, the way we are going

The din of our bickering, drowning out the truth

The sad resolution of billions of undiscovered dreams

The eventual decline of us all, the reverberation of our primal scream

Bouncing off the walls, echoes in the dark

Blood splatters on a asphalt canvas, red footed through the park

Our rawness

Crude beasts in the streets

Thirsty for blood

The one's starved from love

For it is now illegal to feel

As you dip into your pocket books it's your identity that they steal

That smile

Hey look it's me, the crazy guy with a silly grin

What does he know that i don't know, that silly Mr. Flynn

That cheesy clown

That up side, turned down

On the flip

The dark side of reality

Living inside of it

Faithfully decreeing he has a choice

To pump out words into the universe, for words be thee voice

The silent echo murmuring in your brain

That sweet lil boy, that ooey gooey center, that candy coat of pain

It's my mind in the cookie jar

Watching the hands grab as the cookie crumbles

Our political planet, a glass of spilled milk

Tears on our skin, kneeling down from our stumble

Our fall from grace

The plunge into the toilet, our leaders swirling around us

How we must flush them


Be gone

Ye waste

A bad meal, making my stomach upset

Effecting my temperament

Effecting my lifestyle

Effecting my nerves

Testing my patience

Failing us

U.S. falling

The world applauding

The death of Goliath


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Hi Joy, Roman Catholic, then I denounced it, now I am back.


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      Joy56 3 years ago

      I find myself somehow wanting to ask what religion, or truth you were brought up in.... Don't ask me why.

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      christinemariezzz 3 years ago are doing it, stay awake and don't quit! ...

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Christine, my goal is to raise consciousness through my writing. I appreciate the kind words and the visit.


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      You got it Jodah, the populace is David, the perennial weak. It does remind me of your poem too. Like minds.


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      christinemariezzz 3 years ago

      ..the ones starved from love...for now it's illegal to feel. lift this ancient storybook tale off the dental waiting room table to a realm of What really is upon me?

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Great poem Mr Flynn. I know this portrays the fall of the US, but the subject does remind me in some way of my most recent poem "In the Human Zoo." I would much prefer to think of 'Goliath' as big rich multi-national business and corrupt Government falling to 'David' the general public and the poor. Voted up.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jamie


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      I also feel anger over the collapse of great things. Excellent poem, strong and powerful. Jamie