Porsanal Gad

By tarashannon

Wed, 19 Mar 2008
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Gad, ta youh, is man in skai
Lookin down a youh wit lav
Fram clowd
Clorse, buh steel youh nat meetin him.
Gad, ta me, is air I breat.
Is de soil, trees, fruit, wata.
Dem ankles wat crak an clikin
Is mai very bein.
Witout It, how I cutd liv?
Cos fantastic Gad dat I liv an
Dis wundaful Gad I harvest
Beautiful Gad I giv birt to
Youh, capitalisin de werd ‘Gad’
Yet, do youh nat noe wat Gad is?

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Comments

Submitted by Dendrite on
This is awesome, really cool + thoughtful too. Makes one want to read it out loud, which I just did, twice.

Submitted by mykle on
Beautiful! For those who have difficulty reading it, keep trying 'cos it's half the fun! If you still can't read it... This is what it says to me: Personal God God to you, is a man in the sky Looking down on you with love From a cloud. Close, but you’re still not meeting him. God to me, is the air I breathe Is the soil, trees, fruit, water. Them ankles what crack and clickin’ Is my very being. Without it, how could I live? ‘Cos fantastic God that I live and This wonderful God I harvest Beautiful God I give birth to… You are capitalizing the word ‘God’ Yet, do you not know what God is?

Submitted by tarashannon on
thanks

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Submitted by BeamsAndVoids on
Brilliant. So unique and different. Strange idea but works extremely well.