Chasity Moreno
Chasity Moreno
Aug 11, 2013

what does it mean
to do what you're told

follow the rules
and fill the mold

is there freedom
is there a choice

Barton D Smock
Barton D Smock
Aug 14, 2012      Aug 15, 2012

my son says
he is as sick
as a whale
and I take him
at his word
but ask
anyway
has he swallowed
anything
he should not have
and my son says
he was told
to swallow a pill
by a small woman
who pointed
to a smaller man    
     who got to the pill
first

Come here girl, you know there’s no point
in skulking.  This is what you deserve.  You know
I’m not responsible.  It’s not my fault
you can’t cook right.  Don’t hate me
for my sense of duty.  
                    You’re so frail;
even that chicken-wire crosshatched skeleton
can’t hold you up.  Get my newspaper.
                    There’s  simply no point in weeping.

Greenery
Part I


I see the sky,
The goodness hides;
The low tree tempts my wandering eyes.

Elizabeth Thorn
Elizabeth Thorn
Mar 17, 2013

Those who are the most compliant
Are most often
The ones with the strongest defiance
Lying beneath the surface

You speak of duty
Of a mission as sacred as any soldier
We must obey
Resistance is for naught

But we have reason
Though we may not have rhyme
The ability to lead
And the ability to die

It is not cruel
If it is at the hand of authority
Not if the person is
As worthy as their voiceless deeds

No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress;
I toll'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without success.

Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose His ways.

"What shall I do," was then the word,
"That I may worthier grow?"
"What shall I render to the Lord?"
Is my inquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulfilled
And hear His pardoning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

maybe one day i’ll catch you
between
lovers
with
your famous smile
and a bottle
between us
and
catch
the moment
we lost years ago

maybe the sun won’t
go all the way
down
and we can sit
forever,
suspended between
today
and
tomorrow

duderocketship
duderocketship
Jun 27, 2013

Aegri Somnia Vana (Latin): a sick man's dreams; hallucinations

In the country of the blind,
the one eyed men are kings
So condemn what you don't understand

C
 O
  N
   S
    U
     M
       E


It's more alluring to feed the machine

C
 O
  N
    F
     O
      R
       M


Is your life the masterpiece you dreamed of painting?

From out of the depths,
Comes Father Time to devour your /follie de grandeur
Your blissful ignorance
Your wishful thinking

O
  B
   E
    Y


It's all I can do to preserve a calm mind
Or try

But I'd rather play follow the leader

I'm plagued by my cognitive processes
It haunts me
And my inability to bring luminescence
to the infinite shadows swirling around me

Don't you know by now your essence of life
manifests in the vibrancy of your frequency?
Philosophy or logic
It's a Love > Fear dichotomy

Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur:
"The world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived"
Faith, prayer and obedience.
Sy Lilang
Sy Lilang
Aug 19      Aug 19

Wet season becomes dry
But dryness is not permanent;
It's a test.

And when one embrace the vision,
There will be a provision
Unto him, due to his higher calling.

There is a revival
An awakening of the soul
There, justice shall submerge
And it shall be a payback time.

For to where a revelation lies,
There will be power and inspiration
And the keys to the multitudes:
Faith, prayer and obedience.

#god   #faith   #season   #jesus   #messiah   #revelation   #obedience   #dryness  
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
Joe Malgeri
Joe Malgeri
Sep 2      Sep 3

Wow, I'm sick of doubt,
Live in the light of certain south cruel bindings.
The servants have the power,
Dog-men and their mean women,
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors.

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower,
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud.
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden.
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour,
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed?

Death makes angels of us all,
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws!

No more money, no more fancy dress,
This other kingdom seems by far the best,
Until it's other jaw reveals incest,
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go!
Prefer a Feast of Friends to the Giant Family!

James Douglas Morrison
#friends   #death   #garden   #angels   #kingdom   #law   #obedience   #raven   #feast   #severed  
 
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