God’s Smoke and Mirrors
I hatch from wombs of sorrow
spreading plagues of madness.
Eyes of fire.
Tongue of blasphemy.
Hands of wrath.
I am life’s mistress.
– F H Hakansson
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15 thoughts on “God’s Smoke and Mirrors”
Thank you for the ‘like’. I really like your ‘quote’..it is poignant,,to the bone..Peace Tony
You’re welcome – and thank you 🙂
I like the poem it is impressive intense … 🙂
Thank you 😀
deep, honest, darkness…
Yes it is. It carries a tone very true to my poetry. I am glad you enjoy it 🙂
I love your style! It is quite simply sublime.
Thank you! 😀 It means a lot to me to hear from another great writer 🙂
I see ‘you’ 🙂
Haha, I every time someone says that I really hope I don’t do something embarrassing in front of the camera!
it’s the you in ‘ ‘ not the see 🙂
Beautiful. Glad I found your blog. Thanks for the like. Wonderful writing!
Thank you! I am glad you enjoy my writing 🙂 I’ll keep checking out your blog. I like what I’ve seen so far!
(Don’t you just love the ‘Random Post’ button!) 😛 Hm this is an interesting piece. Is life’s mistress supposed to be death?
I’m glad you made me read this poem again. I’ll try for more like this in the future (because I like it)! And yes – you’re absolutely right. I intended the mistress to be death. Well observed! 🙂