Sean C Stucki

Sean C Stucki Aug 5

Written: 8/4/2025

You're misery matches the food in the soup kitchen,
Yahweh or lucifer will show themselves and comfort;
with 1 giving supernatural treasures with a cost
and 1 giving the promise of eternal things otherworldly.
Either way, the big toothed locust will swarm on your health
and you'll become aware of your body's proprioception.

Short style poem about the duality of life where everyone is either worshipping 1 of 2 Gods even if they don't realize it.

#god

Sean C Stucki Aug 4

Ashley's Ashes

Written: 7/28/2025

I felt when using my fingers like little diggers on
the web that I've reached miles down.
Too far down
and found one of the most hideous
actions in our world.

One day sir.
Ashley's blood sings from your cement floor to God.
You're judgment will encapsulate you while you
throw your ******* money in the courts as a
facile defense.
Only condemnation will sing to you in the
form of a purple blaze of carnage.

My cherished? Justice is coming.

Christ calls His in 77x7 times of forgiveness
but for people like you?
There is no forgiveness nor redemption.
You're 77x7 will be the infinite amount of times
you will boil alive in fire.

Sir, your screams of agony in hell after I die
will be a song from the sweetest nectar.
When Ashley and the millions of other child victims
will walk in a place without pain, without sorrow
and reach towards the light of God
her and their smiles will be painted
across my face.

A poem about a video I stumbled upon 10 years ago having to do with human *** trafficking. © 7 days ago, Sean C. Stucki reflection • on • memory

#sextrafficking

Sean C Stucki Jul 31

Savory Reflections

Written: 6/2/2025

The BOSS of the security company drove up.
I was standing talking to a guy they
placed as my partner for the 6 hour
morning shift guarding
the 4th of July firework boxes.
"Why are you two holding hands? 2 guards aren't suppose
to be together."
and after my senior citizen partner
talked my ear off for 3 hours about his
extensive work history and how much he hates
his ex wife
he proceeded to throw me under the bus.
"Well I told him boss! I told him! I said park
on the dirt mound and you didn't listen!"
The old man said as he threw his arms out.
Then the BOSS proceeded to chew both of
us out.
I looked at my 71 year old partner and
quietly told myself to never trust this man and
keep it professional.
When the BOSS drove off that old coward
apologized over and over.
Even when I got in my car to drive to the
dirt mound he tried stopping me by walking
in front of the car to keep apologizing.
I then drove around him, got out
and stood on the dirt mound waiting for
my time to be up.
Yes, it's sad sir that you lost your oldest son
to a heart defect at 30 but you've had
71 years to get taught to take responsibility
but me and you reader, we both know
they won't tell the truth and most men
can't bother with things
like that.

a poem about a morning work shift. © Jul 9, Sean C. Stucki slice • of • life

#sliceoflife

Sean C Stucki Jul 28

All toil for now but not ever

Written: July/10/2025

I walk in loneliness, the song of my brothers;
like I'm moving in quicksand to get to my camaro.
Over my head throughout my days here in New Mexico
feels like a gigantic black thumb pressed down by a black god.

The chicken and greens dinner couldn't go down.
I was disgusted and stressed with this new dead city;
living destitute, got up and went to bed
hoping that this prison sentence will one day end.

I laid my hand down on her shoulder:
She tried consulting me minutes before but
only prayer alleviated the demonic presence then
I got my relief and went back to a stable mind.

The smell of holy chrysanthemum did this prayer effectively.
My love & I became one again, as James Ch:5 Vs:16 shows,
the dead of night wasn't so dark and I can't thank myself. The
Holy Ghost works with His against the gates that will not prevail.

16 lines - james 5 mixed with a story of yesterday living with my in laws. © Jul 10, Sean C. Stucki slice • of • life

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Sean C Stucki Jul 24

Enshrined in hollowed hands

Written: 7/24/2025

We are born in original sin then in later years accept
lust as our romantic love-lace,
then chosen by His will to be enshrined in enflamed grace.
1 year in the garden in perfect harmony and chivalry,
6,000 years for the serpent to craft Adam's children cleverly.
The walking dead singing the expression of praying at 11:11,
believing they'll shoot thru the dog star, they're "portal to heaven".
Lucifer, the brightest and most clever of Seraphim:
in a conch of scripture he clutches and curls,
contorts John Ch:3 Vs:16 to darken their thoughts,
and stay dead to the world.
Millions of Yahweh's remnant given a gift of sweetest potion,
when once we we're like dead whales
at the bottom of the ocean.

A poem about how most people don't read scripture and don't have a grasp of the basics when it comes to apologetics and theology yet it's ok because God has called Hs own to Himself.

#god

Sean C Stucki Jul 17

Denomination Babylon AC

Written: 7/17/2025

Whether giants of study or long prayer of depths,
we’ll all appear at God’s colossal judgement throne
with recorded books of life and books of death.
After Christ we have our helpers &
His voice to fall back upon,
when denominations and their pride in being ‘right’
orders a new spiritual land of Babylon.
One drained from lively works where some are
drained from alcohol;
the predestined man in his moment still lost, where one
with a soul on fire plummets in the icefall.
Whatever you’ve applied theology wise,
does that water down unity’s antidote?
Not by church sets but His great separation:
It is only called by sheep and goats.

A poem about how you need to be careful with whatever denomination you subscribe to being that you might call someone else 'not saved' when you are mistaken.

#god

Sean C Stucki Jul 8

The baby bird

Written: 7/7/2025

When I was 5 one morning I walked onto the
apartment porch with fake grass,
there was a red shriveled baby bird.
It laid on the plastic k-mart table chirping.
Had no idea how it got there.
Walked inside to tell my mom who was in the living room
next to the big fish tank filled with the dead dollar store
gold fish.
"There's a bird on the table!" I yelled.
She walked out and saw it.
She picked it up with a cloth and took it inside.
I watched her feed it milk from the fridge with a spoon.
Throughout the day we took care of that baby bird
the mother either rejected or lost.
Mom would hold it in the cloth like she was holding my baby brother.
We took turns walking up to it to make sure it was breathing.
When my father got home I was wrapped in anxiety.
He was yelling and angry which was nightly,
every time he came home from work he would be yelling and cussing.
He went to the grocery store and we ate disgusting food he could hardly afford.
He was yelling at my mom as I snuck a peek from my room door about how that ******* thing can't stay inside.
"It's gonna keep me up all night!"
So my mother put the bird back outside on the plastic white table.
Dad watched t.v. and I breathed quietly then after an hour or so everyone went to bed.
Didn't have to get ready for school due to it being summer break.
Walked to the porch and when swinging the door opened
the bird was dead.
My father is a good man and I have a good relationship with him 30 years after this.
I learned later on he was struggling to stay sober and provide for us working 3 jobs
but at the time all I saw is that because he was inconvenienced
something innocent had to die.
I do love my father now but this was one of the catalysts
to not trusting or wanting to be near him for the
next 25 after.

A story from my childhood

#bird