Jul 6
god is not a coin flip
his gender is implicit
excise all thoughts that sound of dissention
and consider your mind made by nothing other
than the systemic fetter of a thousand generations
who think prisons and hell are righteous endeavors
god is not a coin flip
you are free to try and fit
that puzzle of your logical, realistic, loving brain
inside the orchestrated plastic of patriarchal form
pleading in choral for to hate the ******
or times, monks, in matching baritones
god is not a coin flip
the angels are complicit
the work of raisin giants
won’t let me from their grip
fae and fruit dragons are sent
into historical myth, ley
way for the channels of text proclaiming
the dreams that are real and real-and-not
fake- you stay awake for raisin giants
came upon the desert mountains. they
forbade you be gay, “or worse.” made
thoughts about love unwanted phases
blind spaces in the vision of the lord
until i begin growing *******, for
the christian eye is mimicking satan
taking passes at the throne of judgment
each and every one of them, unknowns
myself was not a coin flip
i’m nothing in contention
the debate of raisin giants
against the confluence of light,
their omnipotent subjective indifference
go figures in fiction on every ism
a white brainwashing for each occasion
has not torture since been a celebration
the execution- the work of raisin giants
the inquisition implicit as blood to romans
your freedom to choose the name of me
as life is philosophically opposing things
your romans would decry tolerance, too
all the most powerful are genesis glue
it’s so me to develop these comely notions
it’s so me to define friendship on emotions-
the work of raisin giants
the god of deeply men
his gender is explicit
cast away the waxy bile that you used to write qadosh
you speak for the most dangerously spiteful of hosts
the ever bigoted fetter of a thousand generations
who think naked fear is the good path to hope
god is not a coin flip
we are free to think us free
to believe in any personal reality, or identity
inside the practiced notes the raisin giants sing
leading with the ever anger of a human being
or times, god above, in matching animosity
his gender is implicit
excise all thoughts that sound of dissention
and consider your mind made by nothing other
than the systemic fetter of a thousand generations
who think prisons and hell are righteous endeavors
god is not a coin flip
you are free to try and fit
that puzzle of your logical, realistic, loving brain
inside the orchestrated plastic of patriarchal form
pleading in choral for to hate the ******
or times, monks, in matching baritones
god is not a coin flip
the angels are complicit
the work of raisin giants
won’t let me from their grip
fae and fruit dragons are sent
into historical myth, ley
way for the channels of text proclaiming
the dreams that are real and real-and-not
fake- you stay awake for raisin giants
came upon the desert mountains. they
forbade you be gay, “or worse.” made
thoughts about love unwanted phases
blind spaces in the vision of the lord
until i begin growing *******, for
the christian eye is mimicking satan
taking passes at the throne of judgment
each and every one of them, unknowns
myself was not a coin flip
i’m nothing in contention
the debate of raisin giants
against the confluence of light,
their omnipotent subjective indifference
go figures in fiction on every ism
a white brainwashing for each occasion
has not torture since been a celebration
the execution- the work of raisin giants
the inquisition implicit as blood to romans
your freedom to choose the name of me
as life is philosophically opposing things
your romans would decry tolerance, too
all the most powerful are genesis glue
it’s so me to develop these comely notions
it’s so me to define friendship on emotions-
the work of raisin giants
the god of deeply men
his gender is explicit
cast away the waxy bile that you used to write qadosh
you speak for the most dangerously spiteful of hosts
the ever bigoted fetter of a thousand generations
who think naked fear is the good path to hope
god is not a coin flip
we are free to think us free
to believe in any personal reality, or identity
inside the practiced notes the raisin giants sing
leading with the ever anger of a human being
or times, god above, in matching animosity
from august 18, 2022
poem from the past a day #48
2022 was my year!!
a good poem!
i was, at this time, fully obsessed with the intersection of christianity and the patriarchy. i was thinking about how sometimes well meaning people like to reframe the image of god as female, or even non-binary, and that frustrated me because the whole institution and central text of these religions are made by and made for men.
that's the first idea of the poem, and then i sort of interrupt that to talk about *the work of raisin giants*, which just refers to the baggage of old dead people and the evil that they have done. and, a bit about how this fever of hatred has affected me.
also of note: the 2nd line of the 7th stanza is inspired by Neutral Milk Hotel's Communist Daughter.
poem from the past a day #48
2022 was my year!!
a good poem!
i was, at this time, fully obsessed with the intersection of christianity and the patriarchy. i was thinking about how sometimes well meaning people like to reframe the image of god as female, or even non-binary, and that frustrated me because the whole institution and central text of these religions are made by and made for men.
that's the first idea of the poem, and then i sort of interrupt that to talk about *the work of raisin giants*, which just refers to the baggage of old dead people and the evil that they have done. and, a bit about how this fever of hatred has affected me.
also of note: the 2nd line of the 7th stanza is inspired by Neutral Milk Hotel's Communist Daughter.
