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pome: the final Word

"It is finished!" Words spoken, No, shouted, from a death bed. Following the pronouncement of having been forsaken. Left alone, deserted, strung out to die. Calling for a father who has turned his back Unable to cast his eyes on a son so full of disappointments, Shame. Broken dreams; shattered hopes. What had become out of all that was possible. And so, "It is finished" - signalling the end, the final deathblow? But wait, one [...]

By |2010-04-06T03:53:09+02:00April 6th, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

poem: twice prodigal

Twice Prodigal Have I walked this path? I can not remember having come this way before; Yet... strange feeling of familiarity haunts me As each step I take brings me closer to home... I still taste the pods I fed those wretched swine A plague reminder of my sin and shame upon my tongue Hazy images of the land I'm walking: Imagination.. ...or memory? Something is not quite right Can't put my finger on it Inheritance [...]

By |2010-04-06T03:49:11+02:00April 6th, 2010|God stuff, life, shtupidt people|0 Comments
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