#relgion
The agonizing descent began with a single tear
Waves of despair washing away glimmers of faith
Sounds of voices becoming insincere
Life at the mercy of the reaper’s snathe
Pleas drowned out by ungrateful minds
Reckless decisions clouding judgment
Sight blinded by all of mankind
Ambition forced into becoming recumbent
Landing with a force so strong
Ignorant to the surrounding shadow
Caught in a feeling hidden for too long
Tempted by the emptiness of tomorrow
Rising a wary eye to see
Dreading what lies in the darkness
Fearing the gaze of a beastly devotee
The last remains of the heartless
A ghastly creature looms above
Paralyzing fear skipping a beat
Yearning the heart of a mourning dove
Gaze lowers in the acceptance of defeat
A facade retreats to reveal a broken shard
A reflection of inner pain set free
Loneliness leaving the soul scarred
Never having experienced the sensuality
No longer held back by the feeling of being afraid
Realizations of similarity
A hand reaches out to pervade
Minds trusting the confidence of sincerity
A bond formed between damaged obscurities
Breaking the mold carved by fate
Mirror revealing the true purities
Becoming a new incarnate
No longer the one to blame
Giving a home to those who suffer
They would call out a simple name
A winged lord dubbed Lucifer
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
We speak to the master
but our voice
is like coins down a wishing well
Wasted...
Our hands clasped up,
looking upwards to eyes
never staring
towards our failed gazes...
The shackles upon a minds
contemplation
wrenched from what is clearly
misinterpreted but still is clenched.
But there are a growing number
that see no master
and are slave to none...
The shackles of eyes open...
There is a master and a slave,
through mans voice the master
controls the herds..
but now the cane has snapped.
Now our own voices are heard,
not bowing to another's whim.
We are not slaves on bended knee...
hands clasped as if we are in the wrong..
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
I stand on the balcony
of the flats where I live
early morning
dry sky
the milkman
and his horse
drawn wagon
appears on my left
he is pulling the reins
and the horse trots onward
head in a nosebag eating
kids are playing
on the pram sheds or
in the Square
Enid comes along
my balcony towards me
she has no visible
bruising or bruises
no black eyes
or split lips
you're up early
I say
fall out of bed?
She shakes her head
no I had a lie in
and Mum got my breakfast
and Dad sat
and talked to me
about last night
and the meal we had
and the cinema afterwards
she says
still hasn't hit you
yet then or your mum?
I say
she shakes her head
and looks over the balcony
the milkman is right
below us now
and the horse
lowers its head
eating from the bag
has he gone all religious
your old man?
I say
she looks at me
don't know
he doesn't talk
about God or religion
or nothing
she says
but I am still fearful
that he will one day
hit me and Mum again
and leather me
she looks out
at the sky
it's in his eyes
that's where I look
she says
they tell me his moods
but at the moment
I can't see
like I did
is your dad religious?
She asks me
don't think so
I say
he never talks about God
he does sometimes say
o Christ
but that's usually
if he has no money
or something like that
she looks at me
and kisses my
9 year old cheek
with her 9 year old lips
hope my dad
is religious
she says
I don't want him
to become like
he was again
I feel her damp kiss
on my cheek
like an invisible stain.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Common Church Poem (V4)
By Michael Lee Johnson
Sitting here in this pew
splinters in my ****
I spend hours in silent prayer.
I beg Jesus for a quiet life.
Breathing here is so serene.
Sounds of vespers, so beautiful
dagger, so alone, unnoticed.
You can hear Saints
clear their eardrums
Q-Tips cleanse mine.
I hear their scandals
I review mine.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Why say Greek Gods are fake
and Buddha artificial.
The only thing that is synthetic
is the church on its own.
Using money to help the snobs
than the mother's all alone.
Everybody has different,
interpretations about how this god should be worshipped.
It's still a god, with different names, with different ways of life.
Why hate?
What if one creator is the answer,
but different forms he made.
To reach out to the diversity of the humans that remain, but what if it's not one place after death, or a harsh judgement day.
Just all the afterlives living in harmony,
like the we try to live today.
But instead like Sunis and Shiites same beliefs, but different views,
we argue till the death of thousands,
till the deaths of me and you.
Everyone is looking for one thing: happiness after death.
Much like the perfection you search for before you take your last breath.
The body you always wanted, the grades you try to reach, the soul mate you would **** for just to finally meet.
One goal for all, but many different ways to reach.
So if true in life, like the religions that are taught, might you just take a moment and give a second thought.
Nothing may exist, or something might be true, but in the end it just depends on you.
Stick within the boundaries of your mind, or go ahead and charge through.
It's better to be open in thought of all of this, instead of dying and not getting your last wish.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
The light from our eyes left
And started burning bridges
Jesus came off the cross
Even heavenly love has a limit
I'm tired of the rat race
And now I just wait for a finish
I know that God has left
Cause we were made in his image.
Heads with crooked smiles, two faces
Rubber necks on high horses led to collisions
A way of love built on a foundation of hate
Hypocrisy is just mental division
It might be a cold sun or four horsemen
But I won't wait here for him to end It.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Just because I like science does not mean I'm atheist.
Just because I'm Christian doesn't mean I'm religious.
Just because it's easy for me to make friends doesn't mean I don't have social anxiety.
Just because I don't eat as much as everyone else doesn't make me anorexic.
Just because I make honor roll doesn’t mean I'm smart.
Just because I don't wear tons of makeup everyday doesn't mean that I'm confident in myself.
Just because I do not judge anyone does not mean I don't have an opinion.
Just because I blog a photo of a naked lady doesn't make me bi/ lesbian.
Just because I know the guy I like doesn't like me back doesn't mean that I can't continue to like him.
Just because people call me pretty and I say thank you does not mean I believe I am.
Just because I ignored you does not mean I didn't hear you insult me.
Just because I laughed it off does not mean it didn't hurt.
Just because I act strong does not mean I am.
Because that's all it is.. An act.
But no one cares to get to know the real me, so I hope you're happy with what you get.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC