An amazing story. Read carefully.
For the cynics, the atheists and my research paper.
Dedicated to Drops of Jupiter, to Train and to a certain Seagull-it's written from your perspective, I hope you get it!
I try in vain
To explain
There are no angels,
Just like
There are no devils.
You say you believe,
I say you are weak,
You need heaven too much
Not to believe.
You say you'll get there.
I say tell me when you do.
I smirk.
You work.
Heaven-Pooh!
I cross the road
I enter the shop
It's white.
Must have been repainted.
Someone is singing.
Must be Karaoke night.
I feel light.
I'm just hungry.
I buy a sandwich.
He refused to take the money.
"It's only paper"
I munch.
Oooooo! I love this taste.
I'm ecstatic.
Made to perfection
Slices of brothers' bread
With just the right amount
Of cream and honey.
I hum to the hymn.
I sit on the grass.
I look at the sky.
No, I must be blind.
Maybe it's the sandwich
Coz I can't see the sky anymore.
The sun? No, it's not there either.
I look at my watch.
Maybe it's time to see the doctor.
But my wrist is blank.
My skin is flawless.
My shirt is clean.
I remembered having
Dropped juice on it
Just this morning.
Confused, I walk down the road.
The tar must be shining
Coz it looks gold.
I close my eyes.
I smile.
When I open them again
I see a castle.
A castle?
There was never a castle on this street.
I must be lost
I say
This will be a tale
To tell the believer.
Pooh! Heaven.
Heaven is overrated.
I sigh.
Poetry by Parnika
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Written on 2007-01-15 at 07:59
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For the cynics, the atheists and my research paper.
Dedicated to Drops of Jupiter, to Train and to a certain Seagull-it's written from your perspective, I hope you get it!
"Heaven is overrated"
You say it's plain.I try in vain
To explain
There are no angels,
Just like
There are no devils.
You say you believe,
I say you are weak,
You need heaven too much
Not to believe.
You say you'll get there.
I say tell me when you do.
I smirk.
You work.
Heaven-Pooh!
I cross the road
I enter the shop
It's white.
Must have been repainted.
Someone is singing.
Must be Karaoke night.
I feel light.
I'm just hungry.
I buy a sandwich.
He refused to take the money.
"It's only paper"
I munch.
Oooooo! I love this taste.
I'm ecstatic.
Made to perfection
Slices of brothers' bread
With just the right amount
Of cream and honey.
I hum to the hymn.
I sit on the grass.
I look at the sky.
No, I must be blind.
Maybe it's the sandwich
Coz I can't see the sky anymore.
The sun? No, it's not there either.
I look at my watch.
Maybe it's time to see the doctor.
But my wrist is blank.
My skin is flawless.
My shirt is clean.
I remembered having
Dropped juice on it
Just this morning.
Confused, I walk down the road.
The tar must be shining
Coz it looks gold.
I close my eyes.
I smile.
When I open them again
I see a castle.
A castle?
There was never a castle on this street.
I must be lost
I say
This will be a tale
To tell the believer.
Pooh! Heaven.
Heaven is overrated.
I sigh.
Poetry by Parnika
Read 1083 times
Written on 2007-01-15 at 07:59
Tags Heaven Atheism Inspire
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