They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said thank you.
They performed mutilating surgery
on our children’s' genitals, and we said
thank you.
They turned public education into
propaganda and indoctrination,
they blasphemed God and Faith,
they took away our free speech,
took away our free and fair elections,
murdered children about to be born,
telling us to bend over again
this next election --
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you.........................................
Labouring like ants and bees, humans of goodwill gather
Being sloth-filled like sloths, does one have the right to scatter?
With nobleness, each being should acknowledge the other
If one fails to hail the other, will the other bother?
Those who help others in the accomplishment of mission
Those who join their neighbours in their battle against Satan
Such as these would follow you, carrying daily crosses.
Sharing each of your gains, they would also share your losses.
Humans, in their conspiracy to mar others, blasphemed
Forgiving these, towards them, your forgiveness unfastened
As scorpions and snakes venom those who try to save them
Their abhorrence towards those who saved them was at its helm.
Why should one oppose the truth and chock another's graces?
To be saved, should one roam holy places after places?
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
Canterbury's Christopher Marlowe
as a plawright made a show
He brawled&blasphemed
because atheism became a theme
She(she in her looking) looks in romantic light at jewels under gemstones in silver bone-plates and such and such and now she turns to midnight city in roaring by cars outside windows and the claims and conjectures of these one-day nuclear think tank professors prof yes and prof no, and so and so. The state might be, they say, it may, but the individual, the belief in Christ, the salvation of the one, they say, it may be nihilo ex nihilo ex.
Poised in the most feline and learned manner does her silken engine turn to looking, looking and looking and something within this nothing-all, is being as looking at her in. To midnight is owed a sincere apology. I have blasphemed against my ignorance, says such and such, as swords are incised into the most loving of flesh by profs yes and no, who scream out in perfect unison, 'I have turned in on my looking, and here we are looking-forever towards the love of love!'. So be so, aliquid ex nihilo, et non placet.
The eye that see God will die
who has seen God
has lied
if they can't look at
the sun how could they see
God
who made the sun
don't believed any man
who has seen God
yes
for the eye that see God will die
who has seen God has
lied
in fact blasphemed
and deceived the world
how and where
God is every where
but God can't be seen
by the eyes of humans
show me who have seen God
and I will point my finger to
his lie
cos the eye of mortal
can never stand the sight
of God
not even our greatest
strongest most intelligent
and most creative
human
could and will ever see him
cos the eye that see God
will die
yes tell the world I said so
I Didn't Want To Know
Written:By Tom Wright
11/11/01
I am left forlorn,
and blasphemed by a cloud that envelopes my spirit.
Time has fled, as my minority years, in the morning rays.
Thoughts of clandestine deeds remain
always as a silhouette;
never far distanced betwixt them and me,
I hear their echo.
Sin, was a confidant in travel,
acting as one betrothed.
Even now, from potter's field,
Their message reverberates within my psyche.
Prompting me, to again pursue God's forbearance,
seeking absence of mind of this thing.
But always, I am left knowing,
That this secret's final location,
will be the hillside
where It's holder will someday rest.
For what decent thing cometh,
from forever exposing a life,
whose shadow was that of deceit.
"Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord".
THE FAMOUS ONE
Let the name of JESUS CHRIST, be spoken
amongst the nations, on every tongue
The profane test this out with cursing,
relegating his HOLY NAME, like dung
Let NOT his RENOWNED NAME be blasphemed,
but with savored blessings let CHRIST be sung
11/4/2017
Modern Sijo
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 4 and 5
" Archbishop marries James and me in own
cathedral celebrating Day of Saints.
With whitish robe and amethystine stone,
pent hopes will be released of tied restraints.
Then my heart, free of mind's imposed constraints,
will soar to highths in rapture only dreamed.
And I shall never utter James complaints,
for praise of nobles, he is so esteemed.
Against God's old commandments laid ne'er he blasphemed."
" Your knight's away to Broughton Place this light
where mortal danger waits arrayed in lines
of Saint's swift chargers forward go and smite.
But knight is brave and he'll survive dense pines,
for fortitude is nice and intertwines
with courage, faith, and perseverance fine.
Your knight hath these beyond belief, it shines.
This plain assurance I give thee is mine:
In lilac time you'll see your knight, that seems you sign."
Once More…
(Apropos Orlando)
Once more and again
bigotry spreads
like a keloid of shame
across the face
of the promise land.
Once more
liberty and justice
proves to be
only for some—
serving Satan
in the name of God.
Once more
eschewed minds
flake death
to the tested innocent
living out
the tried truth—
their being
who they are:
children of the same God
blasphemed with desecration
of name.
Just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
It hurts, it really hurts.
There, where no balm can be applied;
So deep a wound that bleeds through eyes;
Loin constricts and knees collapse.
In the dark I’m to lick my bruises, forever.
But, just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
For the sake of pride,
For the sake of self-respect;
More so, for we are human not God,
More so, for we are women not men.
Reflect upon my dearest of what we endured.
So, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
I died a million times when we parted
But you killed me with one blame,
however lame today it does sound.
You cursed the purity of siblings’ blood
And blasphemed our holy spirit.
Please, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
Severe my relation with you.
Not a day gone when I did not think
Of our baby that you’ve been.
Judge me as you may now,
I still love you so dearly.
For contest: If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Silent One
Date: 14/06/16
2nd place, Glory
I sinned today
I blasphemed against
All the concepts inherent
In the supremacy of the soul
And the crowning glory of the afterlife
I asked questions
And delved into my psyche
Where I found conundrums
That fatally wound my conscience
I decided to set myself free
Free of shackles imposed by dogma
That is irrelevant to
My innate sense of fraternity
I am relived that I can now
Think of the here and now
And of me
And not of outdated philosophy
Now I am untethered
And my soul has topical value
With a limited finite lifespan
I can cherish the day I live
And worry not about
The ghost of sins past
That torment me
And which have no sense of honesty
I will rejoice
In the peace of
My new felt sensitivity
To humanity that surrounds me
And my ability to grasp new concepts
Of life
That now do not exclude me
I am becoming a saint
That walks and breathes
And who understands
Life’s meaningless complexities
That once disastrously
Decimated society
It feels good now that sin has
Comfortingly enveloped me
I can do as I do
And let the demons
Of another world abandon me
I am after all
Able to love me
Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed
You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect!
This dark became chameleon
All voices hushed, as marriage vows were spoken
Never mind the veil, the mask, the caste
We were of sun, moon, and stardust, until
Blinding lights stalked night for more of day
Animals, too, fell prey; the God of clay blasphemed
But each morn, bold shades on earth were birth and blessed
The third child; I heard tooting of horns from two plus two
Nothing was flawed, except circle of light in mines so bright
It dared to vie, yet trembled right before the Source, electrifying it
Few forms played the Source; some stood in awe, as gentle spec
Do I care some lights reveal too much themselves?
Some will spy and vie; and deny fading to black, from whence they came
I am hidden in the dark, never knowing everything
but layers we wear, like dermis shield...
Our fragile lives return to ash
Limbs, dreams, roots; all gets trashed
But the perfect circle holds eternal fuel, for boundless spirits.
*
Velvet winter’s bitter kiss
Escorts my soul to unholy Bliss
As teeth impale, my neck compelled
To embrace his unsacred gift
I am filled with blasphemed pain
As I am born anew
In damned unrest I will remain
A` vie je de adieu
*Hello everybody I just wanted to introduce myself,
I'm Ricky, Chan's (aka JustThatArchaicPoet) husband.
He's been encouraging me to join this community and
share my art so I finally decided to share my work here.
I've never shared my work so I'm interested and nervous
about sharing it but I'm looking forward to the experience
of putting myself out there for the first time. Thank You.
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