PPH (1996-1920 / )

Revenge Of The Black Dog

he never left
he just lay there staring
through the cracks in the gate
which locked him out
kept him at a safe distance
biding his time watching
waiting for any opportunity
to strike, sink in his teeth
tear at the flesh of thought
he stalked in the shadows
cold blooded and cruel
eyes lifeless, loveless
watching always watching
knowing he'd never win
he'd never claim his kill
just wanting to strike
deliver the pain get revenge
before he's gone
locked out again

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This is a thoughtful and daring look at an idea that many shy away from. Too many are so frightened of the idea of God that they make no statements and ask no questions; as a result, they don't really know much about the idea. Your poem presses the 'omniscient' feature of God into the face of your readers and, I hope, forces them to consider the implications of a sleepless, ever-present eye watching their EVERY move. Most people, I find, seem to think that the idea of God is not watching THEM in particular, but, as I recall, the rule book says different. I think it's kind of creepy to think of being watched, and worse, judged every moment of our waking and sleeping lives, and I find it hard to believe that some find that comforting. I don't, and I doubt I ever will. Excellent thought and poem.
The line that cracked me up was that gentle afterthought, 'watching how well you mop' (btw, I've graduated to the drive-thru window) . But seriously, a great question. Also, are all the dead people watching me too? -chuck
PPH-Oh, for a minute there I thought you were describing the NSA, or some shadow part of Homeland Security-what a relief! Its only the Big Guy who created me and all this (and didn't give me much of an owner's manual.....or did He?) Hmmmmm..... Phillip Michael Sawatzky
I think he's probably got the most up to date computer, super speed, which works just by his thought patterns. It's odd to think one has no privacy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Clever thinking here! Love Ernestine XXX
In a twisted sort of way, it is rather comforting. I'd hate to think that I have to carry these sick thoughts all alone for the rest of my life! Another cute one, Stud.
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