Old Habits 04/09/25

Colour

You cannot have green, for we have used green.

Red is now out, because it is not for today.

Blue is nice, we’re glad you tried but, it but it cannot work.

Yellow is promising, but I do not like yellow.

We’re sure you can do it, there must be another.

Another new colour, another new option, another grey day.

Can you just?

Can I?

It's such a small thing,

for you.

Problems shrink at the other end of your telescope,

requests magnify,

and issues multiply.

Can you just?

Just jump off this cliff,

it's no bother at all.

Religious Buildings

Your faith is under construction,

please hold.

Press one for a priest and the trigger for your god,

please hold.

Your prayers are important to us,

we're receiving an unusual volume of the damned right now,

please hold.

Your altar is downloading,

your soul is now uploading.

The lord will be with you soon,

please hold.

Home Eternal

The house of God was carved by hands of man,

ten and twenty pillars marching dark through incense thick,

high in the halls of ambition.

We strode past vigils kept eternal,

a thousand times and more,

by smoke wreathed saints and sinners all,

along these crowded walls.

Up and round we climbed,

borne aloft by cream frothed marble,

a path ill-guided and often lost by man.

We heard again the call of angels grey,

circling atop the earthly spires,

harsh in calls of censure.

A summit did we reach,

amongst the clouds we had oft crawled below.

Up unto the palm of God,

upon whose face,

our disappointments sat.