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Click here...kicking dirt into Hell~
by Art
My heart thundered and cracked
like the seals of armagedon
I went off half cocked and storming
after laying the telephone down
I was Paramount at Mt. Olympia
throwing stones at Zeus
taunting him to throw his thunder bolts
for life had already given me a jolt.
In the valley of the shadow of death
I rang the bell to Hell
come out you devil if you dare
I'll put your fire out...
with my cold heart's blank stare
I marched up the steps of the stairway to heaven
beat my fist bloody at the pearly gates
challenged Michael, God's warrior Angel
to do battle with me today
for I'm frustrated in the worst way
I have a few stripes on a belt of black
but today I lost my passive way
looking for vengence not justice
my mind was a swirling bliss
I pulled the tail of the tiger
and at the dragon I hissed
for I've never been a man of fear
but today, they lost someone
that I will never hear
I tossed a bible at Budda
with his one finger raised up high
I gave him the finger in return
as I started to cry
Ala and I
don't see eye to eye
in fact he needs to clean up his act
or on his back he needs to strap
some bombs and be blown away
Shaking my fist at the Heavens
while kicking dirt into hell
I challenged who ever
rules this worldly sphere
as down my cheek ran a tear
my anger raged and emotions high
for my heart was heavy and torn
wanting to know who gave the order
for the Grim Reaper...to take a New Born
Art you brought the senseless death of the truly innocent come to life. Your words are heart felt. Your works are always on the edge.
Thank you for tackling the subjects you do with such flare.
by the way? I'm curious about the rest of the story. And most especially I wonder if he used open or another form of verse.
the form could be tightened up, but the content is powerful, you got your message across, and sometimes that is all that really matters :)
but poetry takes a lot of work. The process is where all the joy lies. Keep writing. You're getting there.