by Evil Doug
Upon reflection on
This door.
I remember no handle
no knob
It just opened wid
like this.
like life
like nothing.
It is a grave door.
harsh door-
Cruel work of a
rigid Carpenter.
But to meet Him
We must pass through
His door.
THE END
Ascending to Nature
by Evil Doug
I drift into the Pure;
My legs carefree and
Unable to resist such
Calm and serenity.
Sunlight-
Brings for humans
A wasteland: deadly
For Evil, providing
Faith to the innocent.
Respect-and
At the least
Understanding-
Wonderful-or
At the least
Satisfactory-
Joy in the
Dream.
Relaxing in the
Glowing warmth,
That brings liveliness-
Or prevents lonliness,
All is uncertain in
This Dream-
This vision-
So full of life-
Where everyone lives,
I rise to the sky,
Wrapped in the blue
Cloak;
I rise.
THE END
Digress
by Evil Doug
Is it in the stuffy theater.
The walls are close around and
Critical of me.
Almost judging-
Obviously Evil.
The movies are always similar,
The public demands it.
Plagiarism on reality.
Yet, I stare at the
Gray Blinding Light, too.
The Walls are still close.
Everyone else around
You that lives in
The theater notices not.
Too caught up to care.
Their lives being
Fast-paced and full
Of Pain and Suffering-
They seek order and
law-or do they truly.
The walls are still close-
Hot and painful,
Like scorching pavement
Or asphalt. I want
To leave.
However, I cannot-
The Others won't allow it.
Sitting in their cliques.
They shun me, But
I must stay.
THE END
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