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Click hereHe believed he could emblazon
away rationalization
He attempted to draw my thoughts
into fine lines of here and there
He believed, therefore he knows
eternal lectures on life
never stepping beyond bounds
convinced he’s got it right
But I don’t believe in black
furiously bounded by white
I don’t believe his questions
will conceal gray tonight
Instead, I’ll twirl his paintbrush
and color myself, disbelief
The landscape he has painted
screams blatant hypocrisy
The sad state of things pertaining to our religeous belief. Each must work out their own salvation.
an ending i've to agree 100% with. overall it is nicely done.......don
The first time I read this I thought, "Not bad;"
then I read it again ... and again, and I saw
how you said so much while writing (about) so little.
i knew i liked you from the first poem i read.. and i love this as well.. not a word have you written that has not held me captive and made me think.. a little deeper, a little harder, a little longer...and that is how the peaches grow, into orchards my friend !!!
loved this !
-sgp-