#immaculate
The curtains swayed the distance
And your laugh a little light
Her eyes slowly wandered
Why this room so vast and wide?
Do I end here in the sideways
Or do I walk in muddy plains
Do I take your time for granted
Did you want someone to blame?
Was I that awful lover
Was I that boring friend
You held my hand to cradle
How your blade tore my skin?
So I took a deep breather
Person, you can go ahead
What I felt was immaculate
Will you set me free instead?
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
I) Eve
Eve became
Foolishly bold
To give up
Her faith in God.
Exhibiting lust
For a tantalizing apple
She opted to be
A dust;
Heeding a snake-
Incarnated
Devil’s word
“If you eat
The forbidden fruit
You will acquire
Wisdom on par with God.”
Duped by Satan
Unfaithful, disobedient
She turned a reason
For the lapse of man.
For lacking faith
She heard,
With jealousy
Her son Kane
****** Her son Abel
To death!
“Eve tarnished
The image
Of the womenfolk!”
We usually hear
In a religious talk!
II) Saint Mary
From Birth to death
Unwavering was
In God
Saint Mary’s faith.
In her youth,
Blind to earthly
Allurements,
When summoned
To serve God
Happy she drew forth
“Displaying alacrity
To the call of
The Almighty
Is my pleasure
My duty!”
Saint Mary knew
Miracles untold
Is capable to do God.
Acid tested like
Aglow set gold
Threatened by
Herod’s sword
Scorned by hypocrites
Hoary headed Christ killers
Her faith she never
Failed to tightly hold.
In Golgotha
The whiplashes all
Were scars on her soul!
Unlike many of us
It is not like a fiction
Or movie script
She witnessed
Christ’s crucifixion.
She reconciled
Man and God,
Till to date
And down the road
This miracle will be told.
She allowed a pride
Womenfolk could ride.
In the catalog of grace
As she won a higher place
In God’s face
Above angels and
Below God
Is the row
She was
Allowed to hold.
Like Saint Gabriel in the sky
Like Elizabeth on earth
Angels and human beings
Praise her why?
Doubt have not I
She is Holy
In a way description
That defy!
III) Devil
Duping Eve
The control on man
Devil got
Thanks to
Saint Mary ‘s obedience,
Before he realized
The mystery of incarnation,
He lost.
For via
God- Saint Mary’s
Chemistry mankind
Is snatched from
Devil’s grip and fold.
To retaliate
To belittle
Saint Mary
Still a python
A snake,
A sanctimonious preacher,
A faithful
That has gone astray
Devil makes
A frantic bid to date.
In various religious forms
He seeks a vent
To disgorge
His hate.
Oblivious to
The Virgin's word
“Generations will
Call me
The graceful, the immaculate…”
IV) God
Via Saint Mary
Once more
The Almighty God
Drew close
Mankind to his fold!
“For use and throw
God use Saints!”
Is the worst mistake
Believers could make
Eating the poisonous cake
Devil in various
Religious forms bake.///
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Peace escapes me,
immaculate I am not.
Demons plague the darkness,
no light can pierce the rot.
Tyranny needs a foothold
and my soul wholly provided.
All that is left is me,
For I am the Devil in the White City
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Never at all
I'm on the
Religious ball
If prophet Simeon's
Painful message
"A sword will pierce
Your own soul!" (Luke 2:35)
That shows
The selfless sacrifice
The immaculate has
To pay
To achieve God's goal,
Fails before me
To stand tall.
For the sagacious
Suffice a word
The immaculate
Herself said
"Great things untold
Things manifold
Had done to me
The Lord
My Son
and my God.” (lk 1:49b)
Take note
When we pray
Excepting her
Is a fault!
On the cross
Before He depart
"She is your mother
And you her children!"
Was what
Jesus wanted to impart.
(John 19:26–27:)
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Today's WCW:
•she is an immaculate woman,
•an epitome of beauty,
•quintessentially feminine, and
•a paragon of perfection.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Amid the sky of covered crimson plane
The stormy night begets its wonted reign
And down the sails of battered ships
The golden light of sol doeth set.
Far below the wooden hulls lies
O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth.
Below the base of beaten ships and
Amid the anglers glow
The luminal aura of Isis shows.
Crystal Night, immaculate sight
Waxing strong her sultry form
Oh how bright her soothing light
A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm.
The captive witness cannot cease
Its ponderous delight of beauties scene.
Of the godless night, in waves
Of tumult and titanic might
Of hellish forces the setians reign.
The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed
Rests tall for all to see.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
From the eternal reach of sky flung stars eclipsing
The multiverse afar,
To the deepest depths of oceans unseen sights
No man may venture to seek a beauty
Like that of a women so divine.
Defined by the product of genetic perfection,
The picturesque quality of evolutionary design:
Of the moons gibbous glow,
The inner aura of your fluttering eyes
Bring me comfort on a cold winters night.
With skin, soft as silk
Tanned by the suns golden light,
Your flesh melts me back to life.
Like the lapping waves and wisping winds
Along the sands of an islands ocean shore
Your soothing tone of foreign tongue
Caresses my aching skull.
Beyond the chisel of mans mortal hands,
No surgeon may sculpt the flesh with so tedious a design:
An anatomical hourglass
Of Immaculate form,
Unseen among the flaws of humanities mistaken design.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
This poem is my presence,
In a world devoid of its quintessence
It needs not know my name,
'Cause I ain't looking for fame
I ain't looking for love,
Already got it from above
I ain't looking for gold,
'Cause shit's free when I'm old
Neither am I looking for recognition,
'Cause I have my own mission
One's losing is another's winning,
But this oblivious planet
just keeps spinning
Why pursue something that fades,
But ignore the crisis that pervades?
We're living in a world full of baits,
Constantly making us salivate,
Towards the things that manipulate
The brittle but
truth immaculate,
Where dialectics and debates
Flourish and permeate,
But situations only exacerbate
Love now, 'til it's too late
iamthe_avatar ©2016
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
What do you know
about the Immaculate Conception
Benny?
Fay asked me
bright idea
I said
thumbing through
a pack of cigarette
football cards
no it's what the nuns
at school have been
talking to us about
she said
I looked at her
as we sat on
the grass in front
of Banks House
Saturday afternoon
so what's it about then
this immaculate thingy
I said
well our Blessed Lady
was born free
from original sin
by virtue of the foreseen
merits of her son
Jesus Christ
Fay said
none the wiser
I said
taking out a picture card
of Stanley Matthews
and gazing at it
well all of us are born
in original sin
that is the sin
we inherited
from Adam and Eve
called the Fall
I think it's called
she said
I put the Matthews card
on my thigh
and looked through others
who fell?
I said
thumbing through
other cards
Adam and Eve
in the Garden of Eden
Fay said
what did they fall over?
I said
looking at her
sitting there
her bright blue eyes
staring at me
her fair hair
long and free
from bands or ribbons
no not fell like that
but a fall from grace
from goodness
she said
and that's what
they teach you
at that school of yours?
I said
she nodded
what no maths
or English
or boring science?
I added
o we do that as well
she said
but more about religion
as well
I took out a Peter Brabrook
football picture card
and you believe that?
I said
about that immaculate thingy?
Yes of course
she said
that's what we've
been taught
and your old man
believes that too?
I said
of course he does
he's Catholic too
she said
doesn't your dad
believe it?
Unless it was mentioned
in a film staring Betty Gable
I don't think
my old man would
I said
I see
she said
my old man said
he would only believe
in a god if this god
gave him a wallet
full of money
I said
thumbing through the cards again
and putting
the Peter Brabrook card
on my other thigh
and shuffled the cards
that's not a good
idea of God
she said
no I guess not
I said
but each person
has their own idea
what God is like
or does
do they?
she said
guess so
I said
I put the other
picture cards away
and put the other two cards
in my back pocket
of my jeans
well what do you
want to do now?
I said
don't know
she said
I can show you
my collection of toy soldiers
or we can go
to Bedlam park
for a swim
I said
she looked at me
we can go swimming
she said
I'll go get
my swimming costume
and towel
and we can meet
on the balcony
she said
ok
I said
so we walked off the grass
and into the Square
to our flats
and walked up
the concrete stairs together
to get ready to go
for a swim
the sky was blue
but becoming dim.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Your deep seated treasure trove of words on love
layeth at the throne and is sealed in a crystal case,
meant to be broken in case
there is an a famish in the kingdoms,
an unquenching,
an unending,
an unfading
hunger for love.
The haybarn of mild prosperity.
It transitions with frequencies
ranging from the cosmic dimesions of the galaxies
to the unforgiving, mauve depths of the ocean.
It resonates with my ambivalent soul,
at an existential level
as thy velveteen buds
are of my photvoltaic stem.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
The little mermaid
Is an incredible princess.
Her skin is immaculate,
Her hair is flowing perfection,
And she can sing-
I'm jealous.
Like the mermaid on the
Starbucks logo,
She's perfectly symmetrical.
And I know, I know,
She's not really a mermaid,
But a siren.
Much like Ariel
Who is a human on land
But a fish in the water.
I am jealous.
I'm a fish out of water.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
He wore a velvet vest in a sharp side of town,
her crimson lips were enough to get him aroused,
it was her corset that would bring him down.
with **** and hips that over fill her gown
she wants to dance she wants to get down,
she walks so elegantly through the ruff parts of town
You want so much for her to know you now
but its something your insecurities wont allow
I gathered the courage maybe a bit to soon
giving me your soul in a dark candle light room
as you smell the rose peddles all around you
and all the other flowers in brought you in bloom
I never knew this time my words would swoon
I was wrapped around your finger like string in the loom
telling each other secrets, of all our fears and our doom
like the horror of your womb, and the life it once knew
my finger prints on your body, and on you immaculate gown
I made you dripping wet, even though I played the clown
smile on your face, joy on your body. leaving me in wow
I may not be stable, yet I thought we were on solid ground
our days growing numbered, and the love is winding down
strong love can still slumber, even if its world renown
you find solace in the heart of your possessions now
I ask you many things, such as to wear my crown
safe mental state left behind,remembering our vows
it made you feel so high to tell me I was low brow
we shared each others toa,yet we walk different paths now
truth should always be found, even if it causes pain somehow
I realized it was a dream within my mind
dreams become reality, if your not so blind
dreams can become nightmares if given time
you were my promise of perfection, souls intertwined
but true perfection can only live within ones mind
I saw such wisdom when I looked into your eyes
you said you saw it in me too, but it may have been a lie
I guess we wont see each other old and wrinkled as we die
horrible thoughts multiply in a morbid mind
I still have that velvet vest, and wear it now and then
press it to my chest, close to my heart, like a friend
I tried to leave you, there was many messages to send
you tried to leave me, and my ignorance I defend
I tried to leave you satisfied, tried to leave you satisfied
the pledges that were made, and the hate we hide behind
thought I never heard the things you said as you softly cried
you never thought id listen well I even read between the lines
I am so vexed we never think of the wages of ***
the chains you fasten to me slowly broke me down
your hands hastened down, and you still want a slave now
I hope you get what you want, on the way to the next now
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
how shall be written
to be done
with an immaculate
percission
percussion
personae
your soul is frequent
gaze at night, at stars to moon
my main
mystique
morph
there is silent
self observer
doing everything
while just
breathing
there are
still
pure
flowing
fantastically
fullfiling
channels
of fresh air
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
A storefront window
A wax figure
that shed its oily fingers one
by one to feel closer to its
yellow core. Moving meant
melting, and melting meant
a puddle of desperate,
flesh colored wax
separated from the summer
encased behind a pane of glass
melting was not an option
so motionless it remained
with an elastic smile
and immaculate hair
greeting guest, upon guest
with false love and
glazed marble eyes
gleaming like cubic zirconia
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC