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#irreverant
Down from the mountain as tablets A relic older than the grail Precious and guarded as holy Somewhat and somehow a fail When did It happen I can't say Will it ever be right? Stone, paper, and/or gold drinkin blood and eating body Of Christ Are we so horribly broken so miserably been misled We can't tell for ourselves right from wrong Words spoken by god passed to man Miswritten and maybe misread
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
Inspired, by god
I've known her all my life, yes, my Mum, my Mom She'd sing me to sleep at night, a sweet and soulful song I must say I was surprised and from the news, surmised the cat house raid apprised, she's on the news, holding a two foot ****
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Mom? (Limerick)
I think I met God the other day begging for love on the street I handed him a dollar, and gave him the shoes, from off my feet He told he didn't want them they weren't a brand he wore threw my dollar back at me and in my face he swore "You salve your mind and soul handing out shoes and cash you can try to fill that hole with the products of your *** "You roam around this Eden stifling the air and seas polluting everything, everywhere and if it were up to me" "I'd pass my verdict now condemning such as you to everlasting torments thumbs tortured, under screws" I stepped back aghast composing my retort I'm really not aggressive or the violent sort "Dear Lord please forgive unawares, that we had strayed you have me at a disadvantage not knowing that, you felt that way" I handed him the paper these words, did I say "I've been holding this cease and desist not knowing when we'd meet a complete injunctive writ I got it from my lawyer and he said that's all there is to it" "You've been served have a nice day" :D
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
The Legalities of Armageddon
Oh hell yes, I drink, I swear those, and other things I've done far worse than that sinning bad, and of, irreverence sing Drag me from the pulpit as drunk and cursing, at the throne taking swings at the priest parishioners, just not leaving me alone I'll wander from one trespass moving on to greater heights daring the devil, and my savior as their revulsion, I invite Don't pity or pray for me I'll throw it in your face this is how, I want to be in, the inane human race
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Hic, does that cross double as a ****
I have consulted, Jesus, and my financial adviser I believe, I'll hit the restart, having become infinitely wiser As of today the Universe shall end, a fast lightening pace Thank you, for your participation, in the human race Heaven's door, now shuttered, no keeper at the gate Man, woman, and child, denied, the hour much too late The new Universe will be much better, not everyone gets in Such as all the bigots, racist, haters, and their closest kin Well, this is it, I bid you farewell, and adieu And no, we wont be seeing you, in the Universe, anew
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
God's last press conference
One day after walking one day The middle of March I spied a young lady Who drew first a spark Later that night She held out a hand (I held on tight) She caressed my back (and said) “It’ll all be alright, “you’re still here now “that’s all that counts. Replied ‘yea but’ “Thas all that counts” In the restless night I’ve known The restless poet who has sown His vagabondish sheet From cradle to street What a sight for sore eyes The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes) Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes) He lies (lays) But doesn’t sleep The cuckoo bird, well, Doeth cheep Or nightingale Or owl Which bears a ***** scowl ‘in the forests of the night’ Blakenly defying “It’ll all be alright”
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
First drafts (of ale and dragoons) are always *****
"poetry is just words" -evanwilson Cake is just bread with a sweet flourish that makes it delicate and uncommon painted beautifully, decorated to aesthetic design produced in the same oven, created from same ingredients to still stand separate from everyday usage and survive bland reissue I prefer one on special occasions
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
"poetry is just words"