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god or Gary Busey

Tracing angels beams like dreams,

constant blinking constellations

Paintings on the cracked dome of heaven

crumble and fall on the pristine perpetrators

It's gods and Guns, 

Women and Whiskey

The whole fucked up devils dance 

echoes across the pavement of my city of Sodom

It's a twisted time for sinners and saints,

fighting fire with frankincense,

diluting vodka with holy water

while sex parades as piety

Virgin blood drips from the lips of the man himself

god

or Gary Busey

 

 

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©2013

 

I have become somewhat obsessed with the portrayal of real life in terms of classicly divine languange. Angels hold a strong changing representation for me and I like to explore the different ways I can use the word. My writing is never religous in a sense that I follow a religion, it can admittedly be condeming of organized religion. I prefer to pursue the spiritual nature of reality through excitement and emotion. If any of that makes any sense to you. 

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last updated 15 May 2013 - 2:01am
©15 May 2013 - 1:58am — InsomniacPoet
15 May 2013 - 7:32am — nightlight1220
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I like the originality of

I like the originality of thought in your work and you have a nice writing style that blends diverse subject matter together cohesively. Thank you for sharing. For myself I do not get a feeling that anything is being blatantly condemning, but I see it being potrayed as you perceive it. Others may disagree, but just how I interpret it.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "