O! holy poetry
O! blessed one
O! words divine
O! Almighty
Mightier than the mighty
thou created the mightiest.
Forgive me, I am a human
my last confession
was when you left me.
Forgive me that I sold my soul
to the busy-chattering streets
crumbling with maddness
following star-lit advertisemnts
guiding them into the utter hole
of meaningless conversation
and blinded walks.
Forgive me for I have stopped looking
amidst the trampling crowds
that mediate in replication
of ideas and demands
forgive me, that I haven’t torn down the curtain
Of false hopes and dreams–bosom of capitalistic glitter
spread across tall buildings and shapely cubicles.
Forgive me for I have polluted my eyes, my ears
with sounds of meaningless consumption, of eating and drinking
Standing in front of tall flat screens
that reflect images or duplicate identities
of men and women of all sizes
doing things the same way
same time
towards eternity.
Forgive me, I have forgotten your first touch
when every fiber of being wakes into activation
Into a soul condemnation of everything that is not love.
O! holy one you are the only one
forgive me,
permeate me,
sweat, shit and orgasm
through me,
Once again, uplift me
above the clouds
they humble servant
blazing in fire and rain
let me pronounce judgement on the weak souls
that have withered their souls to the urban gods.
Provide me with my daily bread
and amen to you for eternity.
Dead and flushed-down 