at an open mic night in Brighton. I’m quite pleased with it…
It is based upon this picture…from post secret =]
Yesterday (Inspired by a postsecret postcard)
Yesterday I tried to find god
I started deep within myself because
it’s as good a place as any to begin.
So I settled down
and looked within.
In a time of loneliness and sorrow
when my very being seemed to be hollow,
I hoped a god on side would help me through
when I was feeling low and blue.
So I tried my best to understand
how within me there resides a man
who is everything and everyone,
but I must confess that it did not take long
for my mind to wander way off track:
I was lost and there was no way back
from my thoughts of emptiness and love.
There was no voice to captivate from up above
Crying “you’ve found me now it’s your turn to hide”.
There was no answer, no shining light to guide,
No bingo! There was no grand revelation.
But determined to discover my salvation
I decided to look
in a so called holy book
hoping therein would lie the answer that I sought.
Some time later I emerged, distraught
to find misogyny had found a base
in the most vulnerable, hopeful place
within so many searching for an explanation,
longing for a perfect destination
to the journey that our lives begin.
Yet finding gods that reprimand our ‘sin’
and seek confirmation of our ‘true’ belief,
although for some it may provide relief,
seems like a faith that I can do without.
So when I look on with a sceptic’s doubt,
and see ‘gods’, husks of our imagination,
that seem to have a hold upon the nation
I cannot help but disagree
that god can tell me what to do and who to be.
And while I watch the faithful wistfully
and wish I could find consolation in the guarantee
of a life after death, that’s rich and rare,
if I’m honest I can’t say I really care,
when to find this hope I must give up my reason
and my logic and all I truly believe in.
As I value values more than what I’m taught
my beliefs held out against the god I’d sought
and revealed a passion unbeknownst to me
So yesterday I searched for god,
but my failure set me free.
And on that note - adieu.




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March 20, 2008 at 10:27 pm
Jacob Ward
For once in my life I have nothing to add
I shall say nothing more than that you are right to be pleased.
March 20, 2008 at 11:11 pm
Caitlin
March 21, 2008 at 7:16 pm
Matt Gates
Very well read it was too
On a loosely related note- this made me laugh:
LINK
Poetry power!
March 21, 2008 at 7:30 pm
Jacob Ward
What’s this…Matt commending the actions of a Tory? How can you live with yourself?
I think it should be the way forward. It would certainly make PMQs more entertaining.
March 21, 2008 at 8:24 pm
Matt Gates
Was a crap poem though
March 21, 2008 at 8:47 pm
Jacob Ward
March 22, 2008 at 2:56 am
Loulou
Fantastic. You sunned me with the first reading, the practice one.
Never ceases to astonish me that a person is like a running stream, always changing and if you spend a day away from them, they disappear. I thought I had you nailed, but you still amaze me.
Lucy <3
March 22, 2008 at 5:31 pm
Caitlin
What an AWFUL poem. Lol.
Lucy - thank you
Twas a fun one to write - I don’t need to send it to you if its up here, right? Or do ya want a copy with the pic on it too?