Brothers and sisters, who are you to be disallowed your hearts, voices and minds? Who are they to dilute your lives with their blasphemy and lies? Cast down your oppressors! Cast out their slanders! Breathe in new life and exhale their blight! Devils are among us, and they wish to lead our flock astray! The Seven Circles await those who aren't willing to pry the usurpers' fingers from our riddled veins! They want what's  left of our sanity, hope and grace! They care only about themselves saving face! They are the starved, parasitic and greedy demons aplenty! We are the few, subservient souls they so seek to frenzy! So I say to you, my brethren, rise up! RISE UP! Raise your fists! Your fingers! Voice your hatred! Let the anger flow through you like a tsunami through a city! Take your dependencies and cast them back unto your tormentors like stones! Politicians, idols, false  prophets and acrimonious angels alike! Show them no mercy, just as they have shown you! This is the way to redemption! This is the start of the Rapture! I ask: can you open your eyes? Can you realize yourselves, your own lives? Can you come to understand all they have wrong, and how you can make it right? I say unto you, dare, decide, do! Do this now, before they do it to you!

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."

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.

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.

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?

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!

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.

0O0
••
=

Nothin that ya want

The old dragon rises

Nothin here ta see

No no

••

Nothin

Nothin at all

••

The frieght train leaves at dawn

All the lovers are demented

The old dragon rises

The children are cryin

The lovers are demented

Everybody sees

""

Nothin at all

Nothin here at all

No no

No no

Everybody sees

The sermon of a drunk condemning a preference
FDW
FDW
3 days ago

He speaks to himself while we wait to depart
Swearing and tearing a pamphlet apart.
I try to ignore because I see that he’s tipsy
But he turns around slowly and offers us whiskey
I politely say no yet he offers again.
Saying its Sunday and time to amend.
He preaches about sin and the meaning of life
How love is reserved for a man and his wife.
The message gets mixed up and uncomfortably intrusive
Continuously modified and  only adding confusion.
Delivered in madness while promising salvation
Freeing from sin and saved from damnation.
The sermon of a drunk condemning a preference
Go fuck yourself; I don’t need your acceptance.

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.

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.

reborn into an afternoon sermon
Robert Zanfad
Robert Zanfad
Apr 2, 2013      Apr 3, 2013

he took my last quarter and dime,
pocket lint, the missing screw
of something I’d meant to reassemble
if I’d remembered or had time

then wandered off
rubbing shoulders with the sidewalk preacher
searching for signs of end times in rainstorms
or faint rumbles of passing traffic,
holding high his Good News
in a half-folded forecast for tomorrow;

this exodus -
across a patch of crabgrass
following a diagonal path of earth foot-worn
into a thin gray line defining the shortest distance
from his concrete corner to the door of the liquor store
justified a sacrifice of hours, the cold lies told:

lost wallet,
old mother,
car just out of gas

practiced to passersby or filling station patrons,
their rumpled tithes
reborn into an afternoon sermon
wrapped tight in brown paper
still warm with silent echoes of amen

 
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