Aspirations of a Newborn GodOmnipotence simply cannot be,Aspirations of a Newborn God13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As those who think should certainly see.
But at the same time you just cannot say
That such power is limited in any way.
For unlimited might implies something more;
Even logic itself is naught but a chore.
So make your excuses, your counters, your proofs,
My godly power will still out you as goofs.
I twist all the world to match with my whims
And regard with disdain all silly sung hymns.
Though I dislike religion and most of its kind,
I’d ironically change things so I was behind
The creation of all, with just a small nod;
That’s right, my dear readers, I’d MAKE myself God!
Now don’t get me wrong— I’m not that big-headed—
I do not desire to be praised or dreaded.
I’d simply enjoy such a bittersweet fact:
The one you call God is just some random brat.
You may call that rude, maybe even cold,
But when having fun, I’ve got to be bold.
Even with that, don’t think I’m not smart;
I’d be sure
Poet Liar-etTrust the written wordPoet Liar-et21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but not the writers on them.
They are dirty cheats
all of them.
With honeyed answered
coating all their lies.
Their words be silky smooth
that slip as slick as satin
when their cup are poured.
But the words they pen
live in every era
that live in timeless tongues.
It opens all closed ears
and let rhymes into souls.
They may creak open minds
or cause weeping eyes to spill
hopefully they'll change the world
bending to the word's own will.
The written words may not be true
but put your trust in them.
Spirits live within their iambs
and the flows and ebbs.
Such is the work of liars
it is their only creed,
their fail-safe from the fire.