A TALE WORTH A 1000 WORDS

I HAVE SEEN THE PARADISE THAT IS A DESERT WASTELAND.

* I HAVE SEEN THE PARADISE THAT IS A DESERT WASTELAND.
* WHERE THE WIND IS SO THICK THAT IT MERELY OUTLINES THE BEAUTY OF POST APOCALYPTIC DEVASTATION.
* WHERE THE SUN SCORCHES SO HOT,THAT IT PUTS AN OPPRESSIVE WEIGHT ON THE LUNGS THAT FILTER ONLY COPPER AIR.
* WHERE YOUR NOSE ONLY KNOWS THE SWEET SMELL OF SINGED HAIR.
* ON A GOOD DAY YOU'LL FIND WHATS LEFT OF A LEAFLESS TREE, THAT LONG AGO WITHERED , NOW BLOSSOMS ONLY MEMORIES.
* LONG AGO LOST ARE YOUR SONS AND YOUR DAUGHTERS,….TODAY'S SWEET BLISS IS FINDING A RATION OF WATER.
* HOW FORTUNATE YOU WERE TO DIE IN THE WAR TO END ALL WARS.
* FOR THIS PARADISE PICTURE IS ONLY HALF THE TALE I CAME HERE TO TELL,……
* THE OTHER IS A PLACE OF HOPELESS DESPAIR,OF AGONIZING HELPLESSNESS,..THE DARKEST OF WELLS.
* NOW LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT HELL!
* "A LITTLE LONGER AND THE WICKED WILL BE NO MORE",FROM THE CHRISTIANS IS ALL I HEARD.
* "THOUGH YOU LOOK FOR THEM THEY WILL NOT BE FOUND",..THAT KIND OF PHILOSOPHY TO ME SOUNDED UBSURD.
* IM NOT WICKED,…ABSOLUTELY IM NOT EVIL,..JUST BECAUSE I DON'T BUY INTO YOUR JESUS AND ALL THOSE RELIGIOUS PEOPLE.
* I DON'T BEAT MY WIFE AND I KEEP MY KIDS WELL FED,….AND IM MARRIED TO THE WOMAN THAT SLEEPS IN MY BED……….
* THAT'S THE RECOLLECTION OF THE LAST CONVERSATION ON EARTH WITH A FRIEND……..MOMENTS BEFORE MY EXISTENCE WAS ROBBED, STOLEN FROM ME BY A THIEF IN THE NIGHT,WHICH IS WHERE THIS STORY EERILY BEGINS.
* OUTSIDE THE GATES AS ONE OF GODS FALLEN CHILDREN,AWAITING MY ETERNAL FATE.
* FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE GRAVE I ASK FOR FORGIVENESS,…
* BUT NOW ITS TOO LATE…
* TOO LATE, TOO LATE WAS THE CRY WHEN THE MAN WITH SALVATION PASSED ME BY.
* I WISH I'D CUT OFF MY FOOT AND BEEN CRIPPLED,OR GOUGED OUT MY EYE AND THROWN IT AWAY.
* THEN WHEN I MET GOD MABEY I COULD HAVE EXPLAINED.
* I AM WICKED,….I AM EVIL, MY PATHETIC CONCEPT OF LIFE DECEIVED BY THE PRINCE OF LIARS.
* IVE PREPARED MY OWN SEAT IN THE LAKE OF FIRE.
* DOWN HERE WITH TE COWARDLY UNBELIEVERS,AND MURDERERS…THE VILE SEXUALLY IMMORAL LIARS.
* OURS IS THE FIREY LAKE OF BURNING SULFER..AND WHEN ITS ALL DONE AND SAID……IM JUST ANOTHER WILLING PARTICIPANT IN TE SECOND DEATH.
* FOR NOW YOU KNOW WHY I LONG FOR THE DESERT WASTELAND.
* HOW I FIND BEAUTY IN MERE DROPS OF WATER AND SAND.
* WHY I TAKE COMFORT IN DEAD TREES.
* HOW I ENJOYED BEING PARCHED BY A SUN I COULD SEE.
* BUT LISTEN REAL CLOSE BECAUSE THIS IS JUST A PORTRAIT,..
* FOR SURELY THE ACTUALIZATION OF HELL IS FAR WORSE THAN THE VISUALIZATION OF IT.

GARRETT COUCH JUNE,2006

wow very nice,welcome to the poetry forum

Thank you, this is one of my favorite writings. I was in a place of realizing what a wasted life I had been living when i wrote it.

I would like some input on my writing career, if this doesn't work out i'm gonna go for a PHD in street meds instead !

You don't need street meds, the way that you write should scare peeps away from street junk.

Stuff is like I've seen written by ex-bikers who finally saw the light.

Market to the right audience. It could work.

I like to stimulate a shock factor in my writings, to me it's all about the story telling with the visual you can get as you read. I try to put you there so by the end you feel the emotion.

I liked it a lot and definately got the visual. Good write.

Thank you Laura mission accomplished

Its into ones own faults that we then see who we have become.
And through those eyes we now shall have our souls revealed.
To be once lost but still saved. Is to live a BLESSED life.

Good right man, you will hear others tell you about your grammar, and the caps,lol. And all that meaningless thought
which should have been more given to your words...But NOW,,maybe ya won't have as much....
Keep writing about what you feel, live, and seen..And the world will listen, read, and be your friend.

Yea this one i just copied and pasted from my myspace blog, took the caps thing to heart by another post. Thanks for reading and giving me input.