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God is Loneliness

The Chrononaut by @Diana605 Diana Matisz from LifeThruBlueEyes

I was born
in the year
of the dog
and I have
good diction
and bad addictions
Seems to make me
an unsavory choice
as a lover and partner
They lose their mind
for a minute or a month
sometimes a couple years
but then fears
needs for emotional security
take them from me
and I bury myself
again in my poetry
and I'm a sucker
for a pretty face
that reads me
or seems to
even an appearance
of understanding
and I become a puppy
for their attention
and then there are angels
there is never
any exclusivity with angels
She needed a reason
and I gave her a choice
She would only choose
after she had a reason
Love is the only reason I have
Now that her mind is thoroughly colonized
I realize I have to let go
God is not love he is loneliness
that is why everything was created.


  1. It's always such a nice surprise Theron, when you choose one of my photos to pair with your poetry. You know how much I love your work and it's always fascinating to me which photos you pick. This one is a perfect fit to your words. Thank you again.

    1. Diana,

      I'm a big fan of your work. This one spoke to me. I didn't have to search. In my imagination I am him. :) Thank you for allowing me to use your work with my words.


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