God finger paints with clouds on the sky,
A watercolour artist with an indiscriminate eye,
A daily process from sun up to sun down,
His landscape rarely greets you with a frown,
We are fortunate to travel through his creations,
It's unfortunate we created borders and nations,
Freedom to travel the globe with no impediments,
Sounds better than being oppressed by official miscreants,
God freely sculpted this sphere blue-green,
Why do we inhabitants so freely act mean?
Human nature seems an oxy-moronic defence,
Because the natural world acts with common sense,
Proving we ignore our default setting of piety,
In blind pursuit of cash rewards put forth by society,
It's not Gods job to bless us with second sight,
Just look deep inside and you'll see what's right,
Now hold tight and keep a trigger-lock on this vision,
Let this feeling ride roughshod over all future decision,
You'll thank yourself in the moments of your final breath,
Knowing this was the well lit path to cheating death.
~ Farls Tokley
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Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
