Heh. I haven't posted here in a long time. So many things happening, all at once.
Oh well. Hope you like it, C4C. Peace

Give us this day our daily faith,
but God, deliver us from belief.
Save me from the crescent swing
of paper sophistication and quill-written ideas.
Save me from becoming myself,
because if I were to become someone like myself,
I would be a stone copy of everyone else's self.
Just like so many of them, trapped in a phantom cycle
of lifting the sickle.
Of swinging it across.
Of being stuck in a rusted machine
filled with silver gears, platinum wires,
And a motor spun with belief,
covered in a shell lined with the old ideology.
Waking up every day,
watch it, them, myself (but not I)
cut through the reeds in hopes of finding a gem.
Some kind of distraction to hang a shadow curtain
over this twisted mass that already so well hides
the precious metals it has to offer.
I will pray that someday this iron cask
that we have so willingly (so submissively) slid over our heads
will fold over itself for the last time
and give way to the light that was searching for it all along,
I have faith that this will happen
When we toss out our beliefs.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were .