Dogma

30 years I've stood and waited,

pondered and meditated,

of what essence was I created.

I've watched streams dry and flow,

A Stadium

before and after show,

like thirsty tear ducts of a defeated foe.

I've seen loyal brothers rise and fall,

though standing mighty conquered all,

Obedience reigns like Berlin's wall.

Rocks beg at my feet,

like dogs for useless scraps of meat.

For they I can only treat

my falling amber leaves,

that drop like dreams of redemption

By: Mark D. Anderson

upon the writhing breeze.

Multiple arms grasp the air,

puncturing useless ozone layers,

with jagged hopes of bliss.

3 decades alone

helped to see the light

not in God or divine insight,

but in myself I've put faith,

my mind alone writes my

Dogma.