Hallowed Dreams…a Lie
Many tears you must have shed in the outlines of rain,
Again I request an audience with You now.
Perhaps You are too preoccupied to pick through my brain,
Or feign the consequences on something allowed.
I call out Your bluff, and question Your omnipotence,
Like the innocence of a since modest and common folk
As though Your credo that was written in Your syllabus,
Is the vigilance You state, but You never invoke.
Illumination is just a word to me, a handmade agenda,
My dilemma is the steps I must take for Your pinnacle,
To achieve that surrender within all Your splendor,
I engender to You, to call forth Your miracles—
You gave me this body and it became hospitable,
Yet difficult to understand how it ever survived
Nonetheless, it was physical, at times quite invincible,
Sometimes invisible but it kept me alive.
Others were less fortunate than I, born brittle,
Dreadfully pitiful were these like individuals
But You allowed this, were You testing their mettle,
I’d settle for a yes there, but You were noncommittal.
Why was I different, able to be at peace from pain,
Away from the chain of inevitability,
How could You allow war, famine, to sit back and refrain,
to remain objective amongst the hostility.
How could You take it anymore, why do You choose to ignore?
Like we’re some worn out sandbox toys ready for death
Is it because the touch of human lips is at best, impure,
Anymore it feels that way, liking taking a breath—
So simple, yet so many of Your toys were in trouble,
A bobble perhaps, a manufacturer’s defect,
But I detect no remorse from someone so humble,
But I still struggle to fathom why You never checked.
Once more, I say thank You, for the audience today,
I must say, You were receptive to my critical rants
But to my dismay You idled there quite lame,
With decay at Your doorstep, You watched me recant
And my words they felt paltry, unworthy of Your reason,
My arguments like treason, believing the cause
Compelled was my allegiance to the light of Your beacon
I though my demons would vanish in the might of your walls
He then snapped his fingers and the world fell silent,
Compliant like the pause feature in a movie
He smirked, and I’ve seen that face before, smiling,
Stridently, his laughter got louder, somewhat looney—
He said to me, “Are you done yet!? Ranting and Raving,
Behaving like some insolent pebble!
You humans are amazing, so unwavering
In your praising of both sides, Me and the devil.
But I was the one who made the devil, his origins are mine
So dine on that venom and keep your tongue kept in line.
You are what I made of you, no parts of you are genuine,
from the same product line, the same ball of clay, just in different times.
Even the flowers that you view, are groomed from the same loom,
Folly for you to presume that I am more than achromatic…
How tragic, like no lights in the attic the void is a dark room
like dust at the tomb, from the womb each birth is automatic.
Only those with the knowledge are given a soul
The whole of your race are experiments and goals.
Maybe one day I’ll make one with the traits to extol,
One bestowed with my knowledge to climb out this hole.
Until then I will leave you, unknowing of when,
just to pen of my wisdom, to rise up the men
To call on the women to fight and to fend
To end all the gimmicks, to no more pretend.
But if you’re sad how I made you and cannot conform
There’s a form you can read through and sign on the line
My steward will beseech you to please be informed
The dotted line transforms you, you will be assigned.”
And like that He receded back into the clouds,
Endowed with His secrets I traversed my way home
Not ever repeated His crucial vows until now
Aloud I entreated to Him for a soul of my own.