To watch the Crucifixion

You put on your coat and you go down the stairs
Open the door but there's nobody there
Voices call clear 'cross the cold city air
Merry Christmas

I wonder if Jesus is happy right now
They say it's His birthday today
And candles are burning all over the world
And Calvary's so far away

Judas, I stand by the tree on which you hang
Why did you do it? You promised to take me out tonight
To watch the Crucifixion

Judas, I hope I don't have to cut the rope
You tied it like the necktie you would have worn tonight
As we watched the Crucifixion

Judas, my friend, you were so like other men
The difference was you struck a God, so I'll go
To watch the Crucifixion alone, so alone

The people chanted words I couldn't hear
The voice was indistinct but the meaning was clear
Now I don't know why there's a strange kind of sky
Will someone please explain?
It looks so bare but I feel the air
Just doesn't seem right for rain

I go from the scene, the words of despair
"Crucify Him" ring in my ears
And Judas, my friend, we're approaching the end
Explain my unreasoning tears

I wonder if Jesus is happy right now
They say it's His birthday today
And candles are burning all over the world
And Calvary's so far away

jeffrey robin
Apr 18, 2014

x     x
(•><•)
~

What is it now
That does transpire?

What power
Moves these human forms ?

What UGLINESS !     ?



I see it
I absorb it
I ignore it
__

I BREATH
AND YOU LIVE

I SHALL GIVE TO YOU
ALL THAT YOU ASK FOR

AND ASK FROM YOU
ALL YOU CAN GIVE

••

The soft winds blowing
(Consciousness)

How I long to see you love each other

••

Our spirits
Cross the great divide

We meet

We greet each other
We are

Everyone alive

( we all say)

I BREATH
AND YOU LIVE

I SHALL GIVE TO YOU
ALL THAT YOU ASK FOR

AND ASK FROM YOU
ALL YOU CAN GIVE

honeydew
honeydew
Feb 10

day-old sunburn,
the sirens running
the routine race
while the abandoned
lost and found box
on the corner of
yours and mine
sits innocently
in the middle of raid,
and suddenly i'm hit
with the memory
of last sunday
lodged in my throat
the same way
my breath caught
when you signed
your last letter, sorry
i haven't written in so long,

the same way
my glare lit up
your cheeks
in church
when i saw
you cross your legs
like you were afraid
the preacher
could tell last night
in a sermon,
but if he could,
could he get the words out?
could he say,
last night like paralysis,
like forgotten scripture,
like benadryll effect
in their veins

could he tell the
story of us
without closing his bible?
these revelations
nothing short
of the smallest
apocalypse,
of a rapture
you refuse to
remember, and
now there's a headline
perched on my
forehead, a lover died
inside her fist
while she slept,

while the dynamite
between my teeth
spits sparks
like the slamming
of brakes,
and every day
like a hail mary
under your breath.

-m.k.

The man hangs there alone
The two wooden crosses
On either side of him
Now stand barren
Void of their prisoners
Leaving one left
Humanity
On the cross
Of our deserved Fate

Natasha Meyer
Natasha Meyer
Jul 10, 2014

The Great King Stands
Above the earth
As thunder rolls beneath
Tears of sorrow
Streams down His face
As His sacred Lamb
Calls out for Grace
My God, My God, Forsake me not!
In a moment of Silence
The King turns away
It cannot be complete
Unless for their sins YOU pay
And as the Son Cries out
It is finished!
Creation in silence held its breath
waiting, anticipating The act of The King
And as He reached down
Into our Realm
The Son wept and said
Eli, Eli! Lama, Sabachthani
And into the hand
Of the Great and Mighty King
His spirit and last breath flowed
And with it, sin forever slain.

Crucifixion
Darbi Howe
Darbi Howe
Dec 14, 2012

I used to drive my nails into
Your skin, some type of sexual
Crucifixion
They say pain before pleasure
But I know that aches
Are often felt months later
When paradise has become
Past tense
Like the scars on your back
Fading

Crucifixion masturbation for the less advanced
Zack Long
Zack Long
Jul 25, 2013

Everything's fucked
Ain't just bad luck
That's brought us to this well
Where human weakness dwells
To drink with the devil is an honor unknown
As we watch the tales of the glories of Rome
Crucifixion masturbation for the less advanced

Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Dec 25, 2010

You can not become great by hurting the noble
Nor can you become strong by oppressing
The weak and the meek
My humility is not my weakness
Nor is your pride your strength
One can become great only by helping
The poor and the needy
And forgiving the faulty
And not finding fault with the mighty
Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
His resurrection is the divine manifestation

Michael S Simpson
Michael S Simpson
Jan 10, 2011

Your anguished tears are falling
like the rain upon the ground.
No one here to catch them now--
No one even hears a sound.

You turn away from daylight
and you plunge into the night,
nobody will see you
as you gather up the spikes.

Drops of blood are falling,
mixed with tears upon your floor.
No one hears you cry out
"Oh my God, what is it for?"

The angels all are watching,
but they cannot do a thing.
You pinned them so securely,
then you tore away their wings.

Your screams are silent as a nightmare
to the gods that sleep so near.
Your friends know you've been dying
just to get away from here.

But now your feet are fastened,
your hands are nailed up too.
there's only one place left
to take that cross on you--

Your bloody tears are falling,
like the rain upon the ground.
Lightning tears the charcoal sky,
but still there is no sound.

Hooded figures dressed in black,
like vultures at the kill,
come to take you to your station,
'way up on that hill.

You cry, "This can't be happening!"
You hear your own voice answer,
"But it will."
"Yes it will."
"You know it will."

Written as a song, 1999.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
 
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