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Pasquino Jan 2
Bless you, young wandering poet–
to know she was, as are most,
worthy of apotheosis
and yours the honor to bestow it.
The command of words you boast,
though no ink could oppose hypnosis
which struck your lyre’s notes then spoken
to none– be mute, thy lips are broken.

Bless you, foolish lover of the wild–
to know no greater expression
than those of simile and reprise.
Burn the heretics away, ye helpless child!
And make way for the godly procession
that bleeds and laughs before your most pious eyes.

And, pity you most have for her.
Thy goddess is nothing less
than the mortal frame that lies besides.
Could only mutable imperfection give off such godly warmth?
Kristin Oct 2020
This is the cup of the new and everlasting covenant
Shed for you and for all, so that our sins may be forgiven...

Do this in memory of Me.

In memory of the spooky parochial school halls
In memory of the wizened nuns, quietly obedient
In memory of the over-simplicity of rules
In memory of false piety laced with hypocrisy
In memory of crushing inadequacy

Do this, in memory of me, the child.

In memory of the child whose uniform never quite fit
Whose body developed too early
Who had trouble making friends
Who didn't have enough discipline

Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that
So many tiny rules and expectations
to love, serve and obey
SA Szumloz May 2020
A scalding heat spreads across my face
Forced smiles erase the trace of hate
Prying hands rip my chest open
Thoughts are left unspoken.

With envious eyes, I watch
As pious you, sweet as butterscotch,
Fills the room with love and kindness
Your inner strength is timeless.

I strive to be you
Yes, you. I see through
Your modest eyes, and all I see
Is perfection and beauty.

Jealousy is what poisons the mind
There's nothing more that makes us blind.
ari Mar 2020
hellbent on slaughtering
the devils at my door
held an exorcism
so they can't hurt me anymore
mouthful of sin
the father has me on my knees
because i won’t pray for him
i owe him no apologies
i’m not your disciple
i fear no god
i won’t follow blindly
the pious lies that i’ve been told
i will sin to spite you
Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss,
It was as if " " could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies
It was as if " " could clearly see what is and what is not.

Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as it's zithers, " " lips its succulent strings.
Body as bountiful as the late harvest " " delicacies just as sweet miracles when " " legs part blessing falling from my chin to my feet,ceremony a Thanks giving for this decadent feast.

A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit.
Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating but tempered by a mind like the moon on a still pond, while it seems grounded it's true home is in the sky amongst the stars.
It's a draft of a letter
Simon Monahan Nov 2017
O Piety! O enlightenment true!
O humbler of the haughty heart! The head
Of prideful man bows low in awe when you
Address him to the Giver of the Bread
Which is called daily; true Reverence is shed
Like light upon the soul, and darkness flees
When poor man your humble majesty sees!

O Piety! You teach the timid to
Rise and cry “Father!” When rebels arise
With clamorous shouts to overthrow, you
Teach them to fall, not daring to raise eyes
To Heaven, and pay homage with great sighs
Of contrition to their Lord and King! It
Is by thine aid for prayer man is made fit!

O Piety! Come, devotion inspire,
Let fall down our faces sweet holy tears,
Fan into a furnace our inner fire!
Fill us with that love which casts out all fears,
Attune to the voice of the Lord our ears!
To us who ask for direction you say -
“Kneel, as though you knew to Whom you dare pray!”
TD Jun 2017
You casually proclaim
with impervious tones
and majestic peaks
"Shadows are merely a backdrop."

the chipped white
contrasts the stark,
"What a colorless complement."

Mockingly the ridges jut
stubbornly affronting
the gritty gray,
"Merging lines were never so distinct."

I like the shadows.
They are much more down to earth.
Inspired by:
Zero Nine May 2017
Crazy for mouth stuff,
Crazy for *****, I'm
Crazy for *****. Bulge
In the throat, or
Six wet lips tangling.
I'm crazy in general.

My eyes trace up your body
Til they meet
Your eyes in the sky
From the ground
I love my lowly place
Between your feet on my knees
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