Basically a religious turnaround, a change in how I view what's "expected".


Contradiction

The blasphemy of your lies
The ignorance, you perceive my cries
When I'm tied down by life's demise
Ever considered it needs a revise?

I wonder what you make of me
Under your "righteous" hand I'm made for thee
Forsaken for eternity
For evading you like you did my plea

Am I just another pawn for you?
An entity with a purpose, but with no clue?
Disowned because I lived, learned, grew?
Deemed an outcast for knowing who's who?

We only live life once, but to live it one way?
A rubric for how I go about my day
A life that lacks color, one hue, gray
To avoid life's brilliance, everyday my dismay

We're created in your image, yet we're all so unique
Intellect, personality, choice, physique
To share my own triumphs with someone so meek
Mandatory praises, for these "blessings" I have to speak

I'm just another prodigy, who I'm forced to thank for whom?
A person I'm supposed to fear upon the arrival of my tomb?
What about the women, whom I've come from her womb?
Is she not everything you are, the "god", we assume?

Now I'm free of your restriction
Yet i'm tightly grasped by your conviction
As you can see, there's a vulnerable affliction
Something you have left me with, the religious contradiction




Poetry by Jonathan
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Written on 2012-07-14 at 14:11

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