#irreverent
Mercury my man messenger to the gods, please deliver a message to the one above. On your wings of fire tell him I've reached much much higher and I'm coming to dethrone him for his lack of humanity and the love he's expired.
Tell him "ANu Dei dawns, his name is Antoine and his soul
is your funeral pyre!"
ANu
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
Ok
I do this once
every decade or so
god, he isn't here
no, I have no idea
where the hell
he'd go
I find it simple
sometimes
to postulate his needs
where or why he's gone
leaving us
no leads
Think about the scriptures
from fire and brimstone writs
a mere few thousands years
too love
from a ****** off fit
So no, I think he's gone
not for good
but way too long
returning maybe soon
pontificating crap
And better known
as ****
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
When it rains in paradise
do the cherubs run for cover
When the rain comes down
does it disturb the lovers
Pouring down in buckets
angels wings as protection
Huge the drops surround
a bad weather man prediction
Are there lines in heaven
posted with a sign
Does Jesus dance in the rain
changing it to wine
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Irreverent words flow as I spill this ink across the page
Suns rise and set, while this planet weeps black blood
The midnight stars shine solemnly in their eternal watch
God sighs as the universe sets, he can finally put down his burden
He aches and pains from toiling so long
Joints creak and his stomach rumbles
Maybe it's time for a nap
He lays his head down to slumber
The light, tinted pink from the evenings glow, filters through his window
A breeze gently stirs the wispy hair on his threadbare scalp
A bit of drool collects on the headrest of his recliner
His troubles all but forgotten to the tides of dreams
"Heaven is closed," Peter said to the gathered dead, "Here is your eviction notice."
One by one they marched down the marbled gold staircase as the angels descended above them
Jesus was the last to go, after tucking a blanket around his father's shoulders
With a final breath the universe dies, contented, in its sleep
No more witnesses, no more observers
Peace at last
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
The money-changers, chased from the temple
and since that time, it's never been that simple
Always at the forefront, conniving, profit margins
mankind always looking, for, financial bargains
The greed and avarice, of the rich, the few
****** everyone else, for a buck, or two
I'm sure there was at least one, erstwhile hot dog vendor
getting the maximum profit, unwilling to surrender
Selling his wares, and feeling justified
there at Salisbury hill, as Jesus, crucified
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Nothing rhymes with Orange
Therefore I am an Orange
Nothing is what I feel
Nothing is what I want
Nothing is all I am
(apart from Orange!)
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC