#jubilee
Skipping along the lines of each street, like a sweeping frenzy.
Kicking dust up, filling the heavens with our earthly vessels.
Breathing and singing, filling these earthly vessels with heavenly domain!
Chapters riddle with jubilance and glee.
Cannot hold a man down, when he is free indeed.
Sarcasm flee, as chapters unwind.
Hold my tea, I have a few moves to make.
Grinding my nose in the stone.
Count each brick as the wall is repaired.
Enemies get to smitten, each cowering lie escaping my hair.
Cause they curse my bread, only to choke on the shock.
See hear, what doesn't **** you makes you stronger.
Because of Jesus, I shan't die to anything~
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
Clearing ivy,
pulling up handfuls of
choking bindweed,
uncovering delicate
wildflowers in
neglected garden corners,
and there’s this
tiny bird
lying in the dirt.
Feathers sparkle
pretty and golden,
as fairytale light
falls through
parted vines.
Surely dead,
but then
- like Snow White
surfacing from
magic apple-induced
dormancy -
the bird moves,
woken by the kiss
of sunlight and
being witnessed,
and seems to breathe.
A gloved finger’s
exploratory, leathery ****
a moment to realise,
then disgust,
sharp recoil.
A wing lifts;
gleaming feathers
parting reveal the
crawling mechanics inside,
the writhing, parasitic mess
behind the sick illusion,
the briefly faked miracle
of something
like life.
Away over a fence,
Union bunting
***** erratic and jarring
in a neighbour’s garden.
In a stuffy town hall,
the town band is practising
God Save The Queen, but
still can’t keep time.
Our betters wave to us from
high palace balconies
and golden coaches, and we
cheer them for it.
There’s such hunger, such
pain and desperation out there,
you can feel it, if you
forget to stop yourself.
There’s so much tragedy and injustice,
you have to go numb or go crazy.
There’s no future we can see,
and the past has been rewritten
to reflect the views
of focus groups,
fascists and fantasists.
And there’s a bird
lying in the dirt,
garlanded by fragrant petals,
feathers flashing like jewels,
so dead
it looks like
it’s breathing.
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
The Day is the Year is the Month
Not of passage but of transit
Evening to Morning, Dark to Light
And Seven Days decreed as a Week
Unmarked, of abstraction, not perception
And Seven of Seven is the Week of Weeks
Of Time marked by the Sun
The Pentecost and Jubilee is the Day
After Seven of Seven Days and Years
But of Time marked by the Moon,
the Seventh is the First, the First, the Seventh
And Seven of Seven is 42 months or 1260 Days
Now what do the Stars do for time?
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
We tried it sweet and low.
We tried to step in time.
No one needs to know,
We own the sky.
We run too fast,
For everyone else.
We’ve got nothing else to lose.
We’ve got our strutting shoes,
Strutting down the lot.
And for all else, prepare the noose.
We’ll let them hang down low.
They’ll sink to the ocean floor.
We will be ourselves,
And nothing more.
Now harmony’s locked down,
Everyone’s looking out.
Don’t be too late for the show,
The best in Tinsel Town.
Deep water never drowns.
Our drive for all to know,
Our conquest of this contest.
Stand up tall and dress your best.
Pick your frame.
Write your name.
Glossy black and white pictures.
Love’s the greatest mixture.
This time’s for free,
So sing sweet jubilee.
Soft and sweet by design.
Sweet and low,
And it’s not for show.
You and me,
We can fly.
Dancing in one accord,
Just my type.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Alone by a wharf
Peaceful yet forlorn
Wishing I could morph
To mask how badly I'm worn
Wish I was strong
The way I used to be
But where I am, is where I belong
The pain will pass, there'll be jubilee
But first I have to crush the glass of the once before chary and elusive me
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
Inspirational flares,
Like starlit skies.
Bring forth a chance of renewal,
Life to barren styes.
After glow jubilee,
Remorse in tow.
The forward thinking motion,
Of what you think you know.
But what is known,
Is other's thinking out loud.
The written verses word,
Shouted more than the silence sow.
So with this jump of a renewed release,
Will the motion stay forward or end up dead deceased?
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Jubilee
All the books are cleared
No more debts
No more liens
All properties are returned
The past is buried
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC