The battle of nothing, god is thrown in.

The chorus man tries to sway voices into his pocket,
he’s a nut with things higher than he’ll fully know.
Tell me chorus man, where is the arch of gold
at the end of my singing?

Do we talk enough about things we don’t do
or pass up enough bad to account for the shortness of your saying?
I don’t know chorus man,
your easy to blame.

From a high post you issue question,
and give some a good and bad
as lost as the men
with pages of the bible stapled to their heads.

You’ll make a claim about the day to judge,
Jesus will come back with a joint in his hand
next to Buddha eating egg-rolls
and Muhammad writing his thoughts in a cave.

Even they know the twist did happen
and what was once mystical
became a dialogue for governors,
or people with nothing to do.

You can know your nice, chorus man,
and your wife will stroke your hair
while your kids eat sweet chocolate,
no one blames your feelings.

It’s just in the grand schema
that your view is reversed.
The chorus line strikes the head not the heart
and we’re left wondering why it strikes at all.

This is no epic earthly separation
with one view on each pole.
These are acts void of sweetness,
no win to be had.

Hey man with no theistic views,
why is that spear in your hand?
Don’t tell me it’s for your brothers
reading the psalms.

They appreciate a mythology
you do not understand.
Both of you are in the places
both of you criticize.

The influences we felt
made us who we were,
that’s a function of it all.
It’s billions in the water, trying to push the tide another way.

Unlike the deer giving birth to a doe,
where all of it means nothing.
It’s simple respects and appreciations,
driving her existence and beauty.

don’t wake me up sunday morning
to throw eggs at the people listening above,
or the drive to a church for the newest sermon.
I am not interested.

Wake me up to see the baby doe,
eating some grass
against the backdrop of a rising sun.

OK. I lied your style of writing in this poem, but I wasn't really sure what it was about or where it was going. I wasn't entirely sure what it was about from the first line , and the relevance of Jesus, Buddha, etc was mystifying. Some explanation would have been nice. However, the style of writing was good, very Shakespearean.

One little crit: Punctuation and Capitalisation. Make sure you punctuate the ends of your lines, even if only with a comma - it helps your readers!
And make sure you capitalise the start of each line, unless you intend it not to be, although from the general flow of the poem I would say you didn't.

Keep writing,

Pgsgirl

I think you're trying to say something very powerful with this poem, and after reading it three times and listening hard, I'm beginning to work it out. The chorus man is an atheist, yes? And an evangelical one at that, always wanting to argue the point. This poem describes his position, even sympathizes a little ("what was once mystical/became a dialogue for governors,/or people with nothing to do"), but ultimately rejects his viewpoint and seeks a simpler image to focus on in the last stanza.

Fair enough. In fact, I think it could be extraordinary. But there are a few problems with grammar and clarity which you need to address for this poem to reach its full potential. The grammar is easy enough to fix: proofread, proofread, proofread. If you're not a grammar type, ask someone who is to proofread for you, but don't let grammar mistakes into your poetry. I noticed particular problems with the difference between "your" (possessive) and "you're" (the contraction for 'you are'), and also with the address comma, which is the comma you put between dialogue addressed to someone and the name you address them by (for example, "Tell me chorus man" should be "Tell me, chorus man").

As for clarity: there were several lines I simply couldn't get my head around. I didn't know how they related to the poem or what they were for. They included:

"or pass up enough bad to account for the shortness of your saying"
"and give some a good and bad"
"it's simple respects and appreciations"
"or the drive to a church for the newest sermon"

There were others I didn't fully understand, but they at least seemed to *have* a coherent meaning which I wasn't getting. The lines above are ones that simply don't make grammatical sense. I can't get past the incoherence. I'm mystified.

Throughout the poem, though, there are places where you seem to be saying something, but I can't quite work out why you use the metaphors and images you use. You don't have to spell everything out, of course, because that's not how poetry is; but remember the difference between complexity and obscurity. Make sure everything you say, every image you evoke, has relevance and meaning. It's tempting to put in a line or image that sounds cool, but resist that temptation unless it also means something to the poem--and, more importantly, will mean something to the astute reader.

I hope this helps. Do keep writing--I think you've got something here, if you can just clarify it. See you around!

~Stripes