A God that is Yours

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A God that is Yours

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always a slave, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked flesh.

A reflection on a deathless face.

I raise my head, now defying
this oblivious Heaven.

-Beautiful Pollution

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

BeautyPollution’s Poems (18)

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Lost 0
Feelings 1
Loathing 0
what you have done 1
Night Of Ecstasy 0
The Random 1
A God that is Yours 0
Lustful Betrayal 0
conflict of intrest 0
Natural High 0
Fate 1
Puppet Master 0
I am the guide of inspiration (I am the daughter of Zeus) a muse. 0
the one that got away 0
My favorite flawed perfection 1
rotten friend particles 1
Wizard Of Cause (Followers of the fabricated road) 0
The Quiet Scream 0

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