#priest
The Sacristy
A pastoral palace
A haven for servants of God
A prep room for the clergyman.
A probationary clergyman,
At his knees in prayer before the lord.
Roars of thunder rattle the room,
Clashes of lightening illuminate,
Through a stained-glass window.
He is alone,
Father Bernard Benedict,
At the mercy of the lord.
Bernard
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned greatly,
Questioning his own fate,
never before today.
I am full of fear, Father.
Terrified of what will become of me,
if my betrayal of you progresses.
I’m scared of what won’t become of me,
if I remain loyal.
Father, all I know for sure,
is that I’m very confused,
And I need guidance.
It is a sin to deny thy lord,
in any circumstance,
but it is my own twisted irony
to have doubts and...
To have doubts,
And yet seek your guidance...
The Voice
And just what kind of doubts are you having,
my son?
What is it that you seek?
Confide in thy father,
As you are my child,
My dearest little one.
Unleash your desires,
Unravel your pain,
Lend me your soul.
Bernard
…Father?
The Voice
Yes, my son?
My son,
I’m here.
Speak to me,
All ears are wide,
Wide and open.
Bernard
It is you, isn’t it?
May I see your face?
The Voice
I’m afraid that is not possible,
I’m afraid it is not so.
I do apologize,
My son.
Bernard
Why?
Is my wish not your command?
Is it not your mission,
To aid in my suffering?
Why is it that I cannot see you?
Why is it that I cannot experience you?
The Voice
Because I don’t exist.
Bernard
Just what kind of a game,
Just what kind of a game are trying to play?
Father?
Manifest yourself!
Allow me to lay my tearful eyes,
Upon your entity.
The Voice
...If you insist...
The Storm
Wooshing,
Roaring,
Angrily little clouds,
Zigzags of electric,
Blowing window shrouds.
Maroon Man
Howdy do,
Father Bernard,
Hiya,
Howdy do?
Bernard
Who…
Who are you?
Who are you,
And how did you…
Do?
Maroon Man
I’m him,
I’m him,
He,
Who is I.
Bernard
Father?
Son?
Holy Ghost?
Of any, all,
And everything at most?
Dressed to the nines,
Maroon and Red shoes,
That shine?
Maroon Man
Him?
Him?
Oh, please,
Heavens, no.
I’m merely that,
Other him,
You know,
He who should not be named.
Bernard
It can’t be,
Possibly,
Can’t be,
He,
The monster in my nightmares,
The monster of my dreams.
You’re not…
Maroon Man
Carrying a pitchfork?
Hovering with horns?
I left such things at home.
Silly little stereotypes,
Little legends in the books.
Bernard
What is it that you want from me?
What is it that you seek?
I’m merely faithful to my lord,
Not you, that man,
So foul,
You reek.
Maroon Man
I want to talk about your plans,
I want to talk your pain,
I want to talk your suffering,
Your losses and your gain.
Unleash your lonely grievances,
Unload your pesky thoughts.
Bernard
I don’t condone your evil,
I don’t condone your sin,
Allow me to my thoughts in peace,
And never tread within.
Maroon Man
No,
No,
Of course, you don’t condone me,
That’s why you’re so conflicted,
Struggling and buckling,
about your future,
spreading the good love of faith,
because you’re dead-set on,
not disobeying the almighty.
Bernard
Why,
Oh why,
Why is it that you’re here?
Maroon Man
I’m here to merely guide you,
I’m here to simply help,
My son you haven’t yet seen,
The things that I can do.
Bernard
I don’t need your guidance,
Not your friendship,
Or your help,
Banished from this House of God,
Exiled from this home of holy.
Maroon Man
Don’t you?
Do you?
I hear you’re at a crossroad,
You need guidance,
You DO need guidance,
correct?
Bernard
Not from you,
Never from you,
I’d rather convert or follow none,
Than worship the likes of you.
Maroon Man
Why is that?
Bernard
Because you’re wicked.
You’re ghastly,
You are the symbol,
of all evil.
You are the reason why there is suffering,
and death in this sinful world.
You construct hate and pain,
and spread it like a virus.
You are a virus.
Maroon Man
Flattery will get you nowhere,
Father Benedict.
You’re merely reading,
A resume,
An eternity of achievement.
Bernard
I don’t care what you have to say,
I can’t indulge you,
I won’t indulge you,
To indulge you,
Is to lose me,
And to lose him.
Maroon Man
From what I can tell,
you’re uncertain of your faith.
Isn’t that correct?
Isn’t that so?
Tell me I’m wrong.
Bernard
No,
Not at all,
Not entirely so.
I know what I believe in,
I know what is so,
I just don’t...
Maroon Man
Just don’t,
what?
Speak!
Release what it is,
That has you in such shambles.
Bernard
I just don’t know,
I just don’t know,
if I want to devote my life,
to my faith.
My faith,
My faith,
Where’s the faith in me?
To devote this life,
To everything,
In terms of he?
I feel this way,
And ache this way,
Knowing full well,
That I will burn in hell,
For feeling this way.
Maroon Man
What is it that you have to sacrifice,
in order to become a soldier of Christ?
What is it that you give,
What is it that you gift?
Bernard
Time,
Time,
And life after time.
Maroon Man
Time, yes,
But there’s more to it,
than just time,
What else are you risking?
What is that you sacrifice?
We both know the answer to that,
We both know it true,
You’re risking freedom, you see,
if you pursue a life of pure faith,
you will never know what the beauty of…
pleasure is like.
Freedom is pleasurable,
isn’t it?
Pleasure,
Fulfillment,
Taking that first sip of bourbon in the morning-time,
Taking that long drag from a burning cigarette,
Truly knowing what it’s like,
to make love to a woman,
feeling every bit of passion and pleasure that…
comes with it.
You lack character in this world
and that’s because you are
unfulfilled.
Bernard
You...
You see right through me,
You see right through my pain,
Every ounce and every air,
Of all that I fail to obtain.
Maroon Man
Even he can,
He isn’t stupid,
He knows these are things you want,
But is he allowing you to do so?
No,
his words forbid such action.
Why?
Because,
all he really wants is recognition and obedience.
Bernard
You lie,
You lie,
and you lie,
You can’t possibly know,
what the lord truly wants.
Maroon Man
Don’t forget,
Don’t you ever lose sight,
I once fought alongside him,
the same way you are now,
and look where it got me,
once I realized that there is more,
more to it than just spreading peace,
and tranquility through him.
True peace is in pleasure.
He hates pleasure.
He craves order.
Bernard
And what makes you think,
that I want anything more than,
peace and tranquility?
Maroon Man
Because you wouldn’t be doubting,
your path to priesthood,
if you didn’t desire the very things,
He tells you not to desire.
Even desiring is a sin, you see.
To him,
desire is greed.
Take some initiative for yourself,
and humor me.
Bernard
I can’t.
Maroon Man
Why not?
You can,
Don’t you see?
I can show you.
I can show you,
Fruitful things.
I can show you all,
That he forbids.
Remember the girl?
Bernard
What girl?
Maroon Man
You know,
You know what girl,
Don’t tell me that,
You don’t remember,
The girl.
The Photograph
A framed image,
A portrait of beauty,
Her,
Gorgeous blonde locks,
A lovely little maiden,
Her,
God’s crafted angel,
Dearly Departed,
Cecelia.
Maroon Man
Cecilia,
She is why you are doing this,
aren’t you?
She died,
Tragically,
Overdosed, even.
A talented musician,
who got wiped away,
because of her desires.
Like blowing out a candle.
You think it was me?
You think it was me,
who took her away from you?
Bernard
Yes,
Yes,
I blame you,
You,
Foul old you,
You’re the reason why she’s gone,
You are the cause of pain.
Maroon Man
Wrong,
Wrong,
Wrong again, Bernard,
It was him, Bernard.
He who forbade,
Pleasure,
Mortality was her punishment,
for seeking such pleasures.
It was him, Bernard.
It’s much too easy,
Too easy to pin the blame on anyone,
but the true culprit.
It’s no coincidence,
that I’m here this evening,
Bernard.
I’ve been watching you,
I know you inside and out,
Better than you know yourself.
Do you now trust me?
We’re waiting, Father!
(beat)
Just as I thought.
You know that it’s better to have loved,
and lost,
then to never have loved at all.
Bernard
**** you…
Maroon Man
Profanity,
Profanity,
Is profanity not a sin?
Bernard
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you here?
What is it that you aim to accomplish,
Foul, ghostly beast?
Maroon Man
If you’d just humor me,
If you’d just listen,
If you’d just dip your toes,
Into my point of view,
I can give you it all.
Bernard
What is it,
that you’ll do,
if I indulge you?
Maroon Man
You can have her,
She would be yours
for all eternity,
You can have everything,
you desire.
Only if you come with me.
Bernard
Can I talk to her?
Can I hold her?
Can I smell her scent?
Can I taste her lips?
Can I…
The Action
Maroon Man smiles,
Maroon Man nods,
Maroon Man grants,
And twirls his fingers,
At invisible atmospheric dials.
Outside the window,
Stood Cecelia dressed in black,
Bernard sniffs a soulful tear,
His love and lust had come for her,
It had unapologetically come back.
He raced outside the holy place,
And wandered in the fields,
To find his lovely little,
Cecelia May,
Waiting for his warm embrace.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 12:30 AM UTC
The priest is too old,
not suitable for people --
not for God either.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 3:44 AM UTC
As a priest one serves
in the churches in the hell --
of confessionals.
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 3:27 AM UTC
I remember it was cold and quiet. We stood up beneath the scattering stars.
Silently staring at the landscape outspread in front of us, where the mountain touched the sky.
Losing count on the steps taken, you wondered how many dreams townspeople had to reach the summit tower seen from afar;
Spreading lights randomly with no purpose to guide. Little yet arrogant. Like a candlestick being put on the top of the world, accidentally.
Or maybe, incidentally placed to embody the messiah for those who would discover it that way — which might be peculiarly irrational.
Despite the lame fact, it still mesmerized you. I just knew the moment your starry eyes were seen in the dim night. And out of the blue, it captivated me too.
We sneaked from the despotic night, releasing laughs from the deepest and most untouched alley in our lungs. Our fears were freed.
Nonchalant towards the thing ahead of us, even to the time that felt prematurely withered.
"I remember once this priest brought hope to our house, and we just followed him since then", you said. That’s how you told me that miracle wasn’t the thing that kept us living, but hopes that enlightened.
Unyielding lost in the most chaotic ecstasy I have ever encountered. It became that moment when a knock on the door wouldn’t be able to break our reverie.
Modest. Humble.
We then walked unafraid through the open door that led us to the home where the sun rises.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 9:26 AM UTC
Trust is a limited currency
For those who have wronged us,
And the wall subconsciously built
In a day, can only be taken a part
Brick by brick,
But those who speak
For the force unheard,
Only proven to exist in a feeling
Or in the passed down book,
I think, are given too much credit.
Speaking for that which cannot speak for itself
Inherently is wrong, yet these priests
We give our trust
Despite the controversy
They always bring up
Speaking for not the god
That those sitting there
Came to hear about,
But speaking for those
There sitting.
Swaying and advising
The path they take and what direction
And nodding heads,
And right hands pointed to the sky
Tell you nobody pays much attention.
For a priest
Who preaches abstinence
And practices excess
On the underaged sons,
Open your eyes.
That stage shouldn’t be upheld
By one who sways people
Against one another,
But with the bible in the right context,
Anything could be directed towards anyone.
Limit your currency of trust
For those who prove
They deserve it,
The church can heal,
But my, oh my, can the pasture bleat.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
She makes small talk feel like a TED talk
She makes me feel like I know nothing at all
She’s too smart for me
I stumble when I speak
I’m drunk driving through this conversation
She is an agnostic angel
I’m a whiskey priest
But I only wanna get drunk off what she can teach
And I don’t know if she cares about how I preach
A lesson in pseudoscience in her backseat
Leaves us in an afterglow of creative problem solving
We agree to disagree
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
You’re the man I want to be with for the rest of my life
But I don’t know why I’m suffering this strife
It seemed that fate won’t let you be mine
I know you’ll leave me after some time
Yes, I still imagine myself walking down that long aisle,
My face showing a big smile
For there you are at the altar, waiting
Before the church bells go ringing
Yet as I am near the altar now
About to take my wedding vow
Another guy grabbed my arm
As I looked at him, with his smile so warm
My heart was shattered for it felt so harmed
And there you are
Still standing on the altar
You gazed at me, I tried to avoid it
But when I looked at you, I cried and couldn’t help it
When you muttered the words:
“In the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit”.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
It's not time to have a crusade
Just settle down, take it slowly
You're still naive, that's your culture
There's so much you have to do though
Find a cause, totally commit
if you want you can join
Look at me, I am wise, but I'm content
I was made for this life, yes indeed
You were made for this life, with me
and I can't get enough of this life
Can you get enough of me?
Welcome to the Grand Cathedral Deluxe
Such a heavenly pad (Such a heavenly pad)
Such a heavenly pad
Plenty of spirit at the Grand Cathedral Deluxe
Very nice indeed (Very nice indeed)
You can get a feed
You may say I'm a believer
But I'm not the Holyfield one
I hope someday he'll help us
And the church will pray as one
They can't go on preaching
With deviant minds
And we can't enjoy our youth
'cause of deviant minds
Like at *******
felt for the very first time
Like at *******
when you get goosebumps [out in public, makes you feel bad]
Priest don't mind
Everywhere there sinning now
I'm surrounded by your members
Father, I can see your demon
You know you're my trusted place
You're everything I trust and adore
It's written all over your face
Father, I can see your demon
Pray ya won't mess me about
'Cause your gettin' baptised alright
And no one's gonna save you from the priest about to sin
You know your baptised, baptised alright
You're screaming for your life, inside the confession box, baptised alright
We don't need no vandalism
We don't need no higher order
No dark secrets in the cloakroom
Preachers leave them boys alone
Hey preacher leave them boys alone
All in all you're just another ***** in my life
All in all you're just another brick in my life
Cause if you liked it, doesn't mean you can put ya stick in it
If you liked it then you should've got a grown-up with a hole in it
Don't get mad, once you see that he's 'bout to blow
If you liked it then you should've got a blowup with a hole in it
Let me wait for him to get so near to me
Creepy Cardinal Priest
Drop your ******** and stop your abuse
Creepy Cardinal Beast
Bring it on
Afraid?
Pray Ay Ay Ay
Pray Ay Ay Ay Ay
Pray Ay Ay Now
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
Hush young one
Censored thoughts,
Keep it astray you must
Else a liar shall be spat upon
A scoundrel buried in dust
Sprint away
Without your whimpering cries,
Back to your solid slum
Your mother will be baking your pies,
Honeysuckle apple and plum
Now if you ever were to tell,
Satan would weep to behave
I'll build a wall for you
Patterned with words
Resting upon your fathers own grave
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
In the remembrance of bows and curtsies,
Amidst the shed leaves,of pale memories,
I stood marred by, and married to your heart,
Thus, in question,your each and every part.
But like the sun at night stood forgotten,
Looking for a love never-begotten;
And seeking all the answers I was due,
Much like a priest sworn,did I worship you.
But unanswered prayers had love, undone,
Thus then against me, your self-conceit won.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
He hurriedly glanced at his wristwatch again,
The shadow of the cross from the steeple
Landing in the middle of the watch.
A sigh echoed through the church courtyard,
And a few rats scurried out of their hide-aways.
They should be here by now.
The moon hung in the sky,
Trying and failing to shed light on what was below.
The harsh noise of a truck on gravel reached his ears,
And he breathed a sigh of relief.
The newcomer parked the truck and lumbered out,
Holding several filthy beer bottles in his large, grimy hands.
“Here you go.”
His voice was gruff, calloused even, as if it was being
Grated like cheese.
Money from the priest’s hands went into the driver’s hands,
And when the priest looked into his eyes,
They spoke legends of ******
The truck drove away, and
Pretty soon the courtyard was silent again,
Except for the hoot of an owl,
The contented sigh of the priest, and the
Pop of a beer bottle being opened.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
I was just staring at the invitation someone gave me
Yes, that someone who played a significant role in my life
My eyes are crying, my heart's in agony
For I never thought it will bring me this strife
As tears rolled on my cheeks, I reminisced that day when we first met
That day when you gave my life a new direction
My reminiscing stopped for a knock was heard
"Twas my friend saying, "Hurry up, we're late for his ordination"
As I entered the church, I gazed at the altar
On that same altar where thirteen years ago
You held my hand, saying "I love you with all my heart
But there is someone whom I love more than the way I love you"
I see, it's God whom you really love more
I cannot blame you, for after all
You wanted to serve him for the rest of your life
All the while, you were waiting for His call
Today is the day you have been waiting for
The day where everyone will get to call you "Father"
How I wish we could have a picture together
But I am your ex-lover, It'll just make you bothered
The ceremony has ended, your mother saw me
My heart stopped, I didn't hear a noise
She muttered "Hey sweetie, long time no see!"
I was about to reply when I heard a familiar voice
As I gazed around I saw a lovely man
Yes, that same man whom I loved for thirteen years
He still looks handsome in that clerical collar
I cannot speak a word, I embraced him, wetting his shirt with tears
He embraced me back, telling me "Dear, I'm sorry
For now, I cannot grant your dream wedding
But this I promise you, on that day
I'll be at the mass, I'll be the one presiding"
I left the church with a smile
Thanking God for that closure
As I watched you from afar for a while
I told myself "Someday, I'll be happy for sure"
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC