god is…

Traveling to India

Through a computer light

Set to the mood of Outkast

And a click waiting to

Click her link


Whispering hints of allegro

As her words speak her soul

Praying for her attention

But receiving her like instead


She says she is new to this

And ye it is her command

Of a language intended for an Island

And yet given…


Verbal conjugate I should say

And a moment of ecstasy

Poetry found in a instant

Escaping a night of misery


First there was the shooting

Then the friend that just wouldn’t go

And yet nothing seemed to bother me

Because it a was poet who’s soul…


Seems to have caught my eye 🙂

A tear for a blush

Just like a Taylor

And quite a rush


And so my  clicking continued

Wandering the deaths of the Himilyas

Traveling the Sahara Valley

And Returning to home

Where my own little poem

Was waiting…


Sleep came often

Sleep came quick

And Heaven is now patiently

With just one click


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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6 Responses to god is…

  1. yassy says:

    This verse is so mysterious!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. yassy says:

    Michael Medlen!


  3. rvramosptukie says:



  4. Mysterious…… You beautifully expressed some places in India 😊..loved it😍


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