Hopefully there are those here who appreciate a well turned phrase/Poetry. I've always chronicled my life
through poetry, as a means to battle the inner demons of Manic Depression...AKA Bipolar. Far from famous but have been published since 1968 and consider myself a fair hand at word smithing, but i shall let you be the judge.
Phantom Chamber
If there is no watching god
Which leaders
threaten pions with,
If there is no bright tunnel path
To contradict the christian myth,
If reincarnation is false
And frogs no prince with deaths sweet kiss,
Then where is it that souls do go?
To travel by? Pass on unmissed?
I've faith in a lonely hall,
Where spirits of the dead enlist.
The phantom chamber holds them all,
The Rabbi and the atheist,
One soul's no better than the rest,
For in soul hall, none's prejudiced.