Always look forward in life, and not in the past. 11 June 2007.


Pariah.

They call me a Pariah.
Someone I might be,
or someone inside of me.
I'm just cultivating a refined taste
by sundown - I'm an epicure.
Desert nights are mild,
and in seriatim,
they try to tell me something.
Ghost wired a child,
excelled in beleif,
religion let him down,
he's in disbeleif.
And not getting dire remuneration,
he wishes to be relinquished.

What is up? -
The sky.
What is down? -
A lie.

And always remember that, child,
my Pariah.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-06-11 at 14:38

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The pariah is within us all. A facet that exists alone and complete.

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2010-12-01


Zoya Zaidi
Very poignant dear John!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya

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2007-07-11



Sounds like a sermon from a priest you wouldn't believe Jon? Very deep and soul searching work. Smiling at you, Tai

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2007-06-12


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
John a very powerful write from you and it is good to see you posting some really excellent work

i remember when i camer here you were one of the first poets I commented on and you are as good now as you were then rgds mike
2007-06-12


kath
..just the way life is ... a questione never having a complete answer ...

I like the way this poem takes a new - still the same turn around one corner ... but coming out in a new place every time ...

a good rhyme and an interesting theme .... enjoyed reading ...thank you ,,,,

// katherine
2007-06-12



I have heard rumors of a 'pariah heaven' and sometimes when I awake I am most sure that I have been there.
2007-06-12