Unconscience - Itallics
Subconscience - Regular
Divine Divergence
the east wind howls, forcing each green blade to bend
yet dogs urination leaves a mocking trend
a certain blood flows, hidden deep within a graze
its vein to thick for a pretending padre to save
lobes of string bring pre-constructed cognition
only developing some other false omniscience
Trees sway in the wind, swirling thoughtful whims
Leaves twirl on the breeze of pondering hymns
As I look up to the sky, sun streaming through clouds
My soul trembles at His gaze, always peering down
I’m a borderline Catholic, A Sunday school teacher
Feeding knowledge to children, a studying preacher
black scars lay behind forcing beliefs through whipping
a split sea wall held, miracles they wish to be mimicking
blind white eyes can hide somewhere inside
their book towords heaven, revealing a false guide
Led me into confusion, so I know where to run
My soul is possessed by the spirit of One
I believe in Him, and religion must follow suit
Broken record in my head, won’t allow it to mute
The Divine shines light on all who choose to listen
Wisdom penetrates the walls of Hell’s prison
forced thought creates a leapords running bite
which will in time bite the preachers wage
and as their moribound chains leave mind’s sight
Light will lumify from freedoms gaze
Invisible ceilings keep my ego tightly devout
Enclosed by colored windows and lightning rods
Obese faith in cramped quarters leaking out
Keep me safe from where the demons trod
dilute dreggy ink as it drips and leaves a page
White emptiness satisfies urges until old age
And its unique passage…lends reasons to stay
I stand strong, until the ground gives away
I pray to the Heavens, hoping someone hears it
I’m afraid of ghosts, except the holy spirit
in an isolated field I’ll burn the book of hell
a solo mind nourishment till death I’ll dwell
One without the other, chances are remote
Exhaling toxins, as smoke rises with my hopes
and cry for a angel floating with maverick wings
Descending for believers, purifying havoc’s Kings
blood edged knives,
................................caked in the lost faith
Fate produces and creates,
..................................bodies hung in drapes