The Cause

And at the dawn of time
God shuffled his feet above this tanned face of mine, leaving it a palimpsest
I'm a nuisance at my worst and abyssal stargazey at best
He wrote his name a billion times across your TV-screen
And once the static fades out you'll know just what it means
An end to the weekday evening grieving, and our hands will be clean

I've got to rockt it
I've got a rocket in my eyesocket
I'll leave my passion dangling in the desert
for the buzzards to mock it
Because I came here to throw caution to the wind-up toys
Tearing my voice out bloody screaming there is a free choice
Screaming a hundred years of loneliness to hundred years old boys
Hitting colourful palets with plastic gavels, wherever they unravel

But on one sunny day, at the end of one sunny way
I'll put my flag up by a treasuretrove, oily reflection of the rainbow above
And that day we will know God, that day we will know love








Poetry by lou bergs
Read 487 times
Written on 2005-06-26 at 02:47

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
perhaps we are gods to ourselves, if we find ourselves we find the love waiting.
2005-06-26