Fast prayer.
Just two words.
Eyes wide open.
Candle unnecessary.
Simple, yet superior.
Release never felt this good.
Know what you know.
Mean what you mean.
No room for gooey in the middle.
Unsuspecting saint.
He controls as much as he can.
But not everything.
Come what may.
What-the-hell faith.
Never prayed this hard.
And meant it.
tk/May 2015
Serious, hushed read by R.A.D. ... as if he's in church ...
Love this! Pretty fond of the author, too...
ReplyDeleteexcellent and thanks for this image...we're all having a bit of fun with it!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed..
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure you're poem is linked Tess. I came here from my blogroll and don't see you on Mag.
ReplyDeleteThat said, hell yes Tess I hear you and join you. "Fuck It!"
Enjoy your week ahead and I had fun as usual. Big hug!
Wow. This is a lot of fun. Really good. I enjoy irreverence in all it's wonderful forms.
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that was so fast...:)
ReplyDeleteIt's short and simple. Good one.
ReplyDeleteEven the Adjustment Bureau loses their shit sometimes ....
ReplyDeleteI like the finality of this! Comes over beautifully.
ReplyDeleteYes that's how to pray.. Just mean it...
ReplyDeleteIt puts in a moment. I know that feeling.
ReplyDeletePerfect form for the subject matter. And I enjoyed the prompt!
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I LOOOOOOOVE this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite line: "Know what you know." GREAT advice.