Sep 2014
“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply, those who want to deny the world must have embraced what they now set on fire.”
MillyQueenie
So you slither in
On silken hinged conviction
Your pain the knotted noose
For the necks
Of sinners and fools
Too stupid to put a foot on your throat
Constricted benediction
The little foxes pant for air
Flailing in your scaly wake
They writhe in your grasp
And you revel
Blood on your tongue
Puffed up with your own poison
You open your mouth
Spray acid on the Bride
Satisfied you savor the screams
Your pride a blade that cleaves
Tender flesh from fragile bone
As if one innocent life freely given
Offers no succor for your temporary pain
Tear the tender lambs from the fold
Cast babes to the stones
And throttle the hope of reconciliation
Agape love a whisper on lips
Cleanse me with hyssop and I will be clean
Dress me in unspattered white
Lift the veil
And see me lit from within
Who are you to hold me back
With vicious words and venom
Drive another spike in the flesh
Watch me bleed
I’m on my knees for you
Prayer still slips from swollen lips
Forgive them….
My bruised heart will never harden
Against your clenched fist
You seethe and rail
When love would simply set you free
Perfected love casts out fear….
Covers a multitude of sins….
Love is patient…
Kind…
Still blind I cradle you coiled in my fractured hands
And pray for that day
When you realize
And rise….
TL Boehm
092909
Um....yeah...Guess what THIS is about....
MillyQueenie
So you slither in
On silken hinged conviction
Your pain the knotted noose
For the necks
Of sinners and fools
Too stupid to put a foot on your throat
Constricted benediction
The little foxes pant for air
Flailing in your scaly wake
They writhe in your grasp
And you revel
Blood on your tongue
Puffed up with your own poison
You open your mouth
Spray acid on the Bride
Satisfied you savor the screams
Your pride a blade that cleaves
Tender flesh from fragile bone
As if one innocent life freely given
Offers no succor for your temporary pain
Tear the tender lambs from the fold
Cast babes to the stones
And throttle the hope of reconciliation
Agape love a whisper on lips
Cleanse me with hyssop and I will be clean
Dress me in unspattered white
Lift the veil
And see me lit from within
Who are you to hold me back
With vicious words and venom
Drive another spike in the flesh
Watch me bleed
I’m on my knees for you
Prayer still slips from swollen lips
Forgive them….
My bruised heart will never harden
Against your clenched fist
You seethe and rail
When love would simply set you free
Perfected love casts out fear….
Covers a multitude of sins….
Love is patient…
Kind…
Still blind I cradle you coiled in my fractured hands
And pray for that day
When you realize
And rise….
TL Boehm
092909
Um....yeah...Guess what THIS is about....
spoiler alert...I can't keep a secret...so:
Often, Christians - or those who would call themselves Christians, or those who "were" Christians once - are more deadly to the Church (remembering that the church is PEOPLE and not a building) than those who are not "Christian." there is a fine, deadly line between taking a "sin" to your "brother" and hanging your brothers soiled knickers out for the whole world to see...
Thus the poem. Everyone sins. Nobody gets away with it. Love is the better option. Gossip and slander kills.
I'm guessin this angsty little number will go over like excrement in the happy sangria, but you know? There just isn't much that gets me wound these days. So if I have to dig for a scrappy tangent - I have to exhume my personal warthog. And she's comatose. So I'm falling back on my sheepdog tendencies and I'm sure I'll be spitting out a bit of wool before the day is over.
So - take it with a bit of salt if you want. I'm not ****** at anyone in particular. Just writing what I know...And I know I'm s'posed to play nice...even if I don't want to.
Often, Christians - or those who would call themselves Christians, or those who "were" Christians once - are more deadly to the Church (remembering that the church is PEOPLE and not a building) than those who are not "Christian." there is a fine, deadly line between taking a "sin" to your "brother" and hanging your brothers soiled knickers out for the whole world to see...
Thus the poem. Everyone sins. Nobody gets away with it. Love is the better option. Gossip and slander kills.
I'm guessin this angsty little number will go over like excrement in the happy sangria, but you know? There just isn't much that gets me wound these days. So if I have to dig for a scrappy tangent - I have to exhume my personal warthog. And she's comatose. So I'm falling back on my sheepdog tendencies and I'm sure I'll be spitting out a bit of wool before the day is over.
So - take it with a bit of salt if you want. I'm not ****** at anyone in particular. Just writing what I know...And I know I'm s'posed to play nice...even if I don't want to.
