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amen mighty

Contributed by fortunesdancer on Wednesday, 28th September 2011 @ 03:02:21 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

sirens blaze and roar
like princes to the rescue
of some downtown whore

a bar lets out tv glare
a passing man teary eyed
he ties to glance but can only stare
a man beside asked him his watch
but the heart seemed to shyed

scarwled on the walls
and down the urinal halls
he passes past the church
flaming on a doves perch

the bells rang out as in sin
his wrought feet wacked on cobblestone
but bruised his shin
felt deep down to the bone
but the king already without a throne

crossing the street
he reached the goal to meet
the carrigeway bleared up
nights cars like sip and sup

at the railed bridge he sighed
and sank down if he died
a tramp with a holy book
lit his butt
soaked in alcohol heave
gods soldier without leave

tore beads from his neck
scattered to his feet
worn down and beat
his final crusade a treck
uptown

why do we love what must die
we sell ourselves to cry
and do it glad
because to be happy
is but the shadow of to be sad
the faithless man
alcohol mad
would jump if he can

skywards vultures soar
maybe above the downtown whore
but surely these would catch him too?
to know what only god knew

maybe heavenwards rescue to come
he crouched to his knees
as if to pray
but he ran out a while back on what to say
so in the night a human died
worthy or not i cannot claim
but for our sins heavens cannot pay in fame
whether to be a lady of night
or a man far drom sight

the lambs of god played his mind
and the drink played hers
she was beaten broke and bruised
but shes back on the streets the night after
like his on the streets would be
for the pain is but bitter of lifes fee
and upwards mystery

Copyright © fortunesdancer ... [ 2011-09-28 15:02:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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