a question of belief

the atheist quietly prayed

I thought I had it made

but now that my body shakes

possibly I made a mistake

so Blessed Lord if you do exist

pretty please add me to your list

I’ll make up for all my sins

with heavenly hymnal dins

but if you’re just a peddled lie

like I knew from when I was five

then would you ever be so kind

(because faith they say is blind)

would you care to show me the way

to the revered Devil’s homestay.

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy Google)

inarticulate

he wrote about a flaming furious moon

and angels with happy cruel streaks

he wrote about eternity gone too soon

and birds with fangs inside their beaks

he wrote about black childhood fears

and about sparkly-neon outer space

he wrote about dead men’s dried up tears

and living heroes sipping on disgrace

he wrote about epics in unknown tongues

and about feelings never ever felt before

he wrote about gods with human lungs

and about nothing behind a closed door

he wrote about peace raring for a fight

and how perverted horror could be art

he wrote when all he wanted to write

was about his fucking aching heart.

ram cobain