Words on a Fallen Tombstone

Cherry

By Ewan

Sun, 03 Dec 2017
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Nothing is sure, or sacred.

Only written words are truth.

The spoken word is fake.

How can it not be?

I invent them, juxtapose them.

Not you. Interpret these and

Go fuck yourself.

 

Take heart. I meant me.

Only me. Not you.

 

Don’t worry, this is meaningless.

Every word is as foolish as faith.

Can’t you hear the sound of scraped barrels?

Let your eye run past these lines

And free yourself from understanding.

Read into this your own beliefs.

Every dogma has its day.

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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Angry? Truth.... now there's a thing.

Truths. Then, whose?

Malleable to whatever purpose we might choose.

Graveyards are interesting places. Good job, really.

Humour is a key ingredient of any serious poetry.

Rendered with aplomb.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Ideas and dogmas can have their day, but whatever is real truth cannot die, will survive long past us. Only on that can there be faith. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

and appraise is a hard one, when one is in the thick of it :/

Best as always

Lena xxxx