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I want to be black as night,
and sprinkled with distant points of light
living stars upon my skin.
At night I could blend in
with the universe
view the magical wonders
elves, faeries and angelic beings
too smart to commune with man.

Who knows,
maybe then God would speak to me,
or I could sneak up on him
discover his secrets
blackmail him into taking action,
clean up the mess he made
of man
then I could be myself again.

5-11-06

trying to fit in with the crowd, but the crowd is blindly leading. Question is to where?


love lots

iblieve wrote:blackmail him into taking action,

If Abraham were more successful lobbying for Sodom, how much more gentle would our world be without the chance to misapply the lessons of violence and inhospitality?

Yes, an attractive notion indeed. Beautifully written.

And tis nice you want to clean up the mess God made of man, but methinks man made his own mess and tends to want to play in it, toss gobs of shit. Yup, fiddle while the planet burns.

A whole array of excellent words here iblieve. Wonderful sentiments. Sounds to me like you took a little romp in the light.

Interesting that after all that you would choose to become just you again. Ya, it ain't so bad being ourselves, not really.

I love this. For me, it rings, truer than scripture.

I want to be black as night,
and sprinkled with distant points of light

I love those lines

Have you ever felt the tender indifference of the stars?



Thank you I enjoyed reading your poem.

just can't resist goofin with it

Man creates god in his image
Man blames god for his failures
Than he decides it is a woman's fault
And beats his wife out of the garden.

It is so nice when our poetry is read and understood, thank you all for such nice comments and mousey, yes it is nice being ourselves. "C"