This is my love sermon for those seeking love.
jeffrey conyers
jeffrey conyers
Feb 4, 2013

Ask me ways to love?

Cherish it.
Worship it.
Protect it.
When that moment comes.

It been sanction highly by one.
And won't be accepted by just anyone.
This is my love sermon for those seeking love.

It's not long like a minister's speech.
But just directed in ways to understand love.

Care for it.
Nurture it.
Accept it.
Cause it will stand by you.
If you accept that it's true.

tread
tread
Mar 23, 2013

I met the Archbishop today
washing my hands after
masturbating in a public
washroom.

He smiled at me in the mirror
and said,
"I won't tell
if you won't tell."

Samir
Samir
Sep 19, 2012

We are absurd
You and I

Fragments

We have created a figmentative reality,
where words are symbols of relation
that you and I falsify

And Bingo was his name-o!

Ah!

Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon

What do you mean?
and how shall we bargain?
And mora is but a half step to a whole

Eek gad!

January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August 28th
Sept Oct Nov Dec

Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?

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12345678
12345
12345678

12344
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12344
12344556
“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy

Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”

Together we fall!
United I stand.

Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar

What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour

Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!

Repetition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…

verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such

True or False?
Hide and Seek

Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.

Black hat, white shoes, and I’m red all over.

Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand

Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue

Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise

You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
*(asterisk)

A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Etcetera.

Feeling more than the sermon
Jodie LindaMae
Jodie LindaMae
Dec 13, 2013

They taught us all those nursery rhymes
About being in love and all
Way early in our careers as sufferers.
At the tender age of 5,
We were instructed to pledge our love to those we had to love
And did not question it.

The hand of fate is not as tender as the one
That touched us those days
As it has made me sing the songs to
Someone I did not choose,
Rather someone who was chosen for me.

They pounded that bull into my head
And I didn't believe it
Until he proved to me
That he could make me happy when skies were grey
And that
The world would crumble when he,
My only source of sunshine,
Was to be taken away.

And so I look back on the years
In which I was taught to love and not to feel
And I am bludgeoned by the remorse I feel
When trying to pen a rhyme
Which I know
Wasn't meant to be mine.
But it found me
Just he found me and
It remains my job
To share that with you.
Because who would sing the songs
If we were only taught to love and not to feel?

If some lucky bastard were to wake up tomorrow
And see that love and feeling
Exist hand in hand, sans instruction,
I would be happy for him
Because he will have beaten out the sermons
Of teachers
Who teach us to put our love in the wrong people
And blind us to the real
Adoration-deprived souls of this world.

So tell me love, that you won't leave
And love another.
I need that lesson to be ever-present
Because I'm still waking up to
Feeling more than the sermon
Tickling the butterflies in my tummy.

Samir
Samir
Sep 15, 2012

We are absurd
You and I
Fragments
 
We have created a fermentative reality,
Where words are symbols of relation
That you and I falsify
 
And Bingo was his name-o!
 
Ah!
 
Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon
 
What do you mean?
And how shall we bargain?
 
And mora is but a half step to a whole
 
Eek gad!
 
January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August, Sept Oct Nov Dec
 
Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?
 
12345
12345678
12345
12345678
 
12344
12344556
12344
12344556
 
“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy
 
 
Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”
 
Together we fall!
United I stand.
 
Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar
 
What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour
 
Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!
 
Repitition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…
 
verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such
 
True or False?
Hide and Seek
 
Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.
 
Black hat, white shoes, and I’m red all over.
 
Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand
 
Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue
 
Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise
 
You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
*(asterisk)
A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
 
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Etcetera.

Dagoth I Am
Dagoth I Am
Mar 23, 2013

Look upon my face and wonder.
Raise your arms that I may look on them and bestow a blessing.
Know that battle is a blessing.
Know that death is an eventuality.
Know that you are dust in my eyes.
Long is the arm of the Dreamer, and swift is the blade.
Deep is the cut, and subtle is the poison.
Worship, o faithful. Pray your death is swift.
Worship, o faithful. Pray your death is quiet.
Worship, o faithful. Worship the glory that is the Dreamer.

P S Bravo
P S Bravo
Sep 24, 2011

That ships sail, now forgotten, is remembered only in rust.
What stormy waters have you conquered?
What triumph have you fostered?
How many hurricane eyes have you starred into?
Forever forgotten is you legacy.
Forever forgotten is your destiny.
Your death knows not the silent depths of watery tomb,
But the slow sway of a swish swash waltz.
A dance in rust and slow decay,
A dance we all share someday.
Let us pull off our hats of to you and your skeletal remains
As your skeleton serves us as a reminder of our tick-tock days.

Katherine Paist
Katherine Paist
Dec 10, 2012      Dec 10, 2012

Before Mom got sick, Sundays always taught
me to Be still and know that I am God. I tried
to look my best when asking the sanctuary’s
chandeliers for forgiveness. Six feet deep
and seven months later, I got my first job
changing oil and on Sundays I would work
double shifts to pay for my sins, and I’d roll
them up and smoke them and they made me
Be still, and know that I was God.

Now I’m a ghost wallowing throughout this city’s
shell, haunting streets and raising hell—I’m broke
like a wallet and nervous like first days, but I am
adapting to the side effects of motion sickness,
the way my stomach overthrows my mind and liberates
my insides—defying gravity, flowing upstream
through my esophagus, they bellow out like cigarette
smoke or the sounds of my vocal chords. And slowly
I’m forgiving myself for being still for all the things
that don’t exist: I’ve found a strange heaven
in staying ceaseless.

He gave his sermon
Joshua A
Joshua A
Dec 2, 2010

Standing on a pulpit
Constructed from our skulls
He gave his sermon
At the foot of our graves

A requisition for a soul
A requiem for a dream
He said,
Rally around me all my children
and hear my words and pleas!

He trembled and we swayed
Moved by the fury in his message
His voice echoing off of our chains
He spoke so solemnly of our fates

He said,
What good is a head if we don't use it?
What good is a thought if it consumes us?
What good are we if  our flesh serves no other purpose
Than to keep us tethered to our bones?

What good are we?!
What good are we?!

He said,
What good are we if we are no better
Than loyal, mindless servants?
What good are we if we can't rise above
This blood letting from veins slit
To fill this chasm sitting at our feet?

What good are we?!
What good are we?!

He said,
Come forth and separate
Your souls from the mud
It's here you'll find a love like
None you have known before
Follow me and I swear,
You will never be alone.

I swear you will never be alone!

Together in arms
we will become an unstoppable army
Together as one
we will breathe new life into the damned
The wronged and wretched beasts like us
Screaming of and from the injustices cast upon them

We will be the ones who remove
These shackles from their hands and feet
And obliged they will march with us
Into a land where freedom weeps and hope wanes
Like the light from the stars hanging high above

And we will lay claim to every single creature
We will lay claim to every last inch of dirt
To every last ounce of sky and sea and
Soon the whole world will know
A love like none have ever known before

And the whole world
Will know us as their saviors and as heroes
And the whole world will forgive us for our sins
And our past transgressions
Or the whole world will be stripped of it's flesh
and left barren for the crows to feast upon!

And the whole world will look up to us
The whole world will respect and admire us
The whole world-
They are our children now
They are our children now
And children will do as they're told
When they're told to or else...
Or else the whole world will become
A quagmire of dust.

-JxA

Chris
Sep 5, 2010

Oh the faces of the bored
Frozen blankly sleep is fought
Staring vaguely at the front
But dreaming soporific thought

Twenty minutes 'til the coffee
A bourbon or a custard cream
That's if the kids don't grab them first
And so we all daydream

Mavis peers at her watch
She nudges Joan and glances
The twenty minutes now have past
And forty people sit in trances

But suddenly a head is raised
Is this the application?
That 30 second indicator
We all regain sensation.

 
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