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Alienpoet Mar 2017
They call me human but all I see is the vampire
The taste of blood in my mouth makes me no liar
The fire in my soul burns flames which none can control
The dreadful burning and torture of my soul
Once I had a soul of an angel now doomed to eternal unrest
The demon inside is more than a pest
He comes with ravenous hunger for gods meat
What is holy must now retreat
I drink in christ's blood wine and devour salty bread flesh
See what is holy wasn't living on the death of a doomed god
Who's sacrifice I use to get into a heaven
What was good and holy was following his actions and words;
Love!
and yet
I regret all I have done
Love that should unite us and makes us one
It's the thing that keeps me here
But let's be clear everything is wrong
Backwards in this world of grief so strong.
Children are the only ones who truly understand
What it means to be inside heavens gates
This could have been heaven but maybe it's too late...
Christ would be afraid of the cross if ever he came back
Maybe christians are vampires living on his death
After all in holy communion they drink his blood and eat his flesh as bread
Religion the great see saw
One day you are up tomorrow you realise you are in free fall.
James Mahoney Feb 2017
Dear Miss you are so pure
More holy than sinful
More exciting than bore
And I tell you gladly
I will not complain
If treated badly
For I am so profane

You sit there in divinity
Blessed and humble
Like my holy trinity
And I’ll sit here below
Out of reach
Your sanctity, no!
I shall not impeach

The white dove flies and flutters
But doesn’t match to you
Nor do any others
So I won’t speak cursely
For nothing could be worsely
I tell you now I am not worthy
No! I am not worthy
A love like this,
perhaps it isn't made
for mundane living.

I can still feel
the texture of your
deep yellow shirt
as I held you in my arms,
sleeping your holy sleep.

At the very centre of my fingertips,
I can still feel the sense
that I am holding life itself,
that I am holding - Infinity.

Green and new as emerging plant life,
vaster than the velvety immensity
of this Icelandic night.
Copyrighted by Elisa Maria Argiro
Beleif Jan 2017
A fool trapped under my ancient wrath withers.
He shouts but not a sound is heard.
He grabs but nothing registers.
His world is grave and I cannot show it.
He is depraved but he cannot know it.

This man is a spark and he can't set a fire.
This fire would burn a hole in the sky.
If he somehow escapes he'll be living up higher,
So, he must be contained in a rotting state.
Part V of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings.

And you have an answer...
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
In my dreams, there is a new religion,
A tingle of life for all the pigeons,
It was named the "Holy Romans",
Sparkling Planet Earth's humans,
All  the plebs happy and smiling,
The "Holy Romans" is beguiling,
Peace, Kindness, all that's good,
One global worldwide brotherhood,
Maybe dreams come true, I say,
Let's have a "Holy Romans" day!
Feedback welcome.
S Smoothie Jan 2017
God needs no defending
God is love
God is good
What is good is evident
It feels good

God needs no defending
God loves in spite of evil
God chooses us even if we don't choose God
To light The Christ in all of us

To destroy in God's name is defiling
God can love even through this misguided attempt
God needs no defending
All is done through love
For every emotion stems from it
or the lack of it

We are not separate from God
We are collectively God
We can only turn away from ourselves
Placing our faith and trust in man
and the here and now
and you zombies don't know what it means
and you keep on keeping on
believing a fake reality
As if nothing else exists
while discounting the truth in your soul
In the aether, in your heart,
God needs no defending
To do so is to believe that we are greater than the collective
That God is weak
God is enlightened consciousness
Only the blind Christ maims in its own honor
God needs no defending
God only requires choice
The choice to love inspite of evil
To choose us even if we don't choose God
To reveal the Christdom in all of us
God requires no defending
Only choice.
No religion that brings you closer to your higher self should be judged one conciousness many ways to get there.
requiEM Jan 2017
It bothers me when movies are too loud
Or when I see people that look like my past in a crowd
Or when you get too drunk to walk
And I pray that when you say you can't talk,
It's not because a man is taking what's yours.
It bothers me that you aren't healthy and I worry
It bothers me that worry and sorry don't rhyme bc they're so similar in my mind but come out wrong when I try to convey them

Why do bad things happen to good people?
Because good things happen to the bad.
But growth has brainwashed our society to be so positive that only a Holy Ghost could evoke such renewed strength

I guess I'm not rich enough to know that heavens gates are gold
But I'd like to think heaven is somewhere between cotton candy clouds and your arms wrapped around my soul

I understand that never wanting to be without somebody is love.

Laying my head down on your chest felt like the sun was warming my soul. Your heartbeat gave me so much life that I couldn't imagine the day I couldn't hear it anymore.

Crowds bother me. because I imagine the day you're not here and I hear someone whisper my name with your voice

And I turn around

And the only thing there is the thousands of people surrounding me.


And none of them are you.
shorter version of a spoken word poem I wrote.
wyle tan Jan 2017
Silent night, holy night
Silence and wholeness  
Make us honest
Day and night
Written 4 January 2017 at 5.30am, Kepong.
Coming from your humble and holy
houses each morning bringing blessings, your lively and
cheerful "Good Morning!" sounds - all the power and energy
that a good life brings. Living by the light God gives you
every day, eschewing electricity,
and all of the worst that it brings with it,
teaching your children and loving your wives
with gentleness and devotion.

Ruben, Glen David, Marlin... did I spell these right?

I only heard your beautiful, traditional names in your own, clear, grounded voices,
as we began to know each other, while you travelled back
and forth, from bright and early each day, onto our ailing roof.

Tearing into four layers of old, sickly roofing tiles with your
wonderful vim and vigour, a healing began that went deep,
deeper every day, as we absorbed the precious fortune
of having you in our midst. Your chosen, Amish lives inspired
us, and still do, as we still, quite often, hear the echoes
of your footsteps above us, each one a prayer and an affirmation
of lives well-lived.

One fine afternoon, one of you stood straddling the very top of our
steep old roof line, and that image of a man mastering his craft,
invested in a life that blesses everyone he cares for,
and teaches by example, everyone he meets,
will stay with me for all of my days.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
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