#unholy
02/05/25
I’ll see it once I believe it
the holy bell is rung
I’ll feed myself when I deceive myself
the holy well is deep
04/05/25
i'll draw breath when breath is given
the holy song remains unsung
i'll free myself when i defeat myself
the holy word bites its tongue
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC
Adorned of cuts and bruises,
The temple of worship
A shrine to her. For her.
Lips tracing bones that stay beneath skin,
Breathless, abandoned in beliefs.
The only belief is this.
What this is,
Who this is,
The trails across skin that lay wake to stories.
A nurturing self image,
Wrapped in lustful demise.
It could end you.
It could eat you alive.
You'd let it. You always do.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
...being a beacon for darkness
...being a deacon of evil
...seeing no evil regardless
...seeing honesty as a hurtle
...restating unholy responses
...restating there'll be no upheaval
...ruling with no conscience
...ruling different for different people
...playing your god against us
...playing yourself in the process
...knowing none of it is real
...knowing if it is your going to hell
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 9:10 PM UTC
In this unholy battle,
We're acceptable collateral?
Why is this accepted?
It's not even ethical
Distract, create a spectacle
Like, oh I don't know,
A traveling circus
Call it a big tent revival
Keep your intellectual
To an abysmal level
View who believe you
To truly be the cesspool
From car to front door, time to mingle
A hive mind kicks in, single file
Resembling a slaughterhouse line
Cosplaying as unaware cattle
Only the needy need the label to be biblical
Instantly non consequential
Tell me, who's more feared,
A specific god or his devil?
Is it possible be honest though?
Any chance of pausing the show?
And collectively admit
The only truth is...we don't know
©2024
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
with your sin stained touch,
unholy scriptures,
and whispered prayers
falling from your wicked tongue,
sometimes i wonder if we’re
truly of the ******
disgraced in the eyes of the lord,
or if the lord revels in our unholiness
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
When she hold
His heart
She chopped it
Into edible pieces
Pour Jack Daniel
30cc
Lit 2 Cigars
One for her
One for
Her new lover
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
you are an unholy sort of beautiful
a rejection of divinity in every freckle and curve
in the dirt under your nails and the blood in your smile
your crooked nose and clever fingers screaming that you are godless
you dress yourself in an artless kind of humanity and revel in the shock it brings
hair and skin and dirt and all the warmth you can gather between two hands
you cup your heart in scarred palms like the very opposite of a benediction
you wear debauchery like a second skin
darling, you could **** god with a grin
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Decaying parts
Live zombies
Ungodly bodies made holy again
Are you still alive?
Though I know you to be ashes stashed in the broom closet,
how is it your skin still walks this Earth?
Unattached to me, but grasping onto a stranger.
If they wish to pull the heart from their chest, will you die again?
This imposter wears your skin as a sweater.
If he sins will you too, be a born again sinner?
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
she once had stars on her eyes that could light up the way back home without the moon helping out
and she once had a fire on her heart that could warm up even the coldest night with just the touch of her fingertips
~
but the stars were ripped out
and the fire burned out
~
now all she has are a broken pair of wings and a tainted halo
and her forsaken form walks the streets of a land she doesnt know
but oh, dear,
she has never felt more alive than she does on earth
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
You were
my Sin
And my
Redemption -
All
at once.
Was it
a Miracle?
That, I still question.
- unholy pleasure -
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
a woman comes to me at 2:20am,
from across the world, asking if I am that cool jew,
occupant/son of the unholy hours when death and crucifixion,
them two old friends, are waving temptation with both hands,
never mentioning heaven, offering .99 cents of sanitized compliments,
which for a fifth rate amateur writer is revolutionary,
as close as you will ever come to global recognition
that woman says, yes! you’re that insufferable fool whose
suffering keeps us awake when he should be sleeping in the
half-death state, in the unholy hours, only reporting back
what he has seen across the borderline, in these times
when a thousand-die-a-day daily from suffering
that is uniquely human, a wracking medieval torture,
granting those viral messengers, slow extra pleasure
be nice to yourself for a change, write ‘bout what they want,
broken love and suicide, mundane pain, keep it plain, short!
easy stuff that sells records, making you not whisper words
never meant to be shared, the language of the unholy hours,
a dialect unique, that Google can’t quite rightly translate,
for not every vision is substitutable, suitable, rated G for babies, so,
keep it short like a miserable life that needs a prophecy to complete
*48 hours ago thought I was infected, a glide path to rocky moon-smooth,
a landing where words unique, taken away, sealing your mouth with
tubed oxygen that inhibits thinking, air that might **** all of you, not just pain, but what makes you unique, your own 10 commandments
of speech, the old testament, the source book of insight into whatever
makes your lungs breath in rhythmic to heart beating, and dying
discordant disrupts the gene sequencing of inhaling and exhaling*
the editors and the critics overlooking, that sit on both shoulders,
are already complaining, no más, no más, no más!
suture that incision, close your mouth, the unholy hours
need a special silence, Ruth’s lips that move but go unheard,
make no mistake, we want to listen in, voyeurs of visions
but we need you broken, we need a break, from confronting
the repeatedly delayed, but undeniable, the clockwork orange
second coming of the ungodly hours
4:02am
Sabato
4/11/20twenty
new york city of lips
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
Trouble
Troubled
Troubling
Which one are you today?
I am that unholy trinity
Three in one… a triptych of suffering
Curse my name… mutter it under your breath
I will merely continue until my repentance is full
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Bright watchful eyes of the Unholy one
Cast thy sight upon me!
Bring forth the fires of Hell
Bring forth the armies of Doom!
I offer thee my sinful soul
But one condition must be!
Bestow upon me one last kiss
Of a woman to thee unknown!
Let me this once not suffer and moan
Let me have one memory to cherish
Before I into the Nether perish.
Liar! Traitor! Unholy spawn of Hell!
Thou betrayed my final will!
I call upon the angels above
Radiant and divine!
To cleanse me of this curse
So ravaging and malign!
Bless me with thy holy light
And allow me to repent!
Revive my mortal soul
That into Hell was sent!
If only but for one moment
That I could bear witness for a final time
Her hair in locks, red as fine wine
Let me witness and lament
Let me witness
Let me die
Forsake me into the fires of Hades
No pain shall I feel
No tear shall I shed
In this Plutonian realm of Death.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
The middle of a pool of salt-
A Eucharist is said to float.
God's dignity created flesh,
A sacrifice the Pope could bless
If he could only find the shoes
To wade inside the choking blue
To pluck the body from the waves;
A child the doves were slow to raise.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Transcendence into the 7th circle
The emptiness a grave remembers when a funeral ends.
You looked into my eyes and promised me we would douse together.
Vanquish together.
You forgot about me
how deeply I cherished you.
How could you forget.
No nights moves past me where your presence refrains from haunting my thoughts.
The crying of a violin in an empty vessel.
You deceived the entity out of me.
You writhed into my soul, quietly, but still, like the grim reaper lingering at my bed side.
The snake ingesting it’s own tail.
I can show you emptiness like you’ve never seen before.
The hesitation to bear something.
Clever in hand, you painted my throat.
It spilled deeply, it spilled sweetly.
A cue to the abyss.
The return of the foul mouthed fool.
They whispered rot.
Their heads turned as they danced around my carcass.
They bathed in my blood, as they felt rejoice.
I’ve been worn as a pelt.
I’ve been made a sap to the sickly.
The raven of death gorged my eyes.
The marbles that reflected my pain.
I was blind.
A blind sore stumbling over disparity.
I ruminated into sorrow.
I ripened death.
I married it in a vail of red.
Vows made in blood.
Rebirth.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 52
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
On your chosen road towards your noble destiny,
Your chosen road may look like a majestic peak,
You may not discover the familiar path from the below,
But there is consistently a possible path above the majestic peak,
You naturally need to climb and see properly by yourself!
On your chosen path you will typically encounter with those,
Who are positively a unholy and a dear saint, each and everyone will;
Naturally direct you diverging the path in many possible directions,
Towards your noble destiny, if you are mystified or undoubtedly lost
Then rest and hold your breath and listen politely to your noble heart!
Listen carefully towards your almighty creator who heartens your dear soul,
He, the specific one who certainly cause you walk, naturally make you climb;
And undoubtedly discover the unknown path above the majestic peaks,
Who divinely revealed the moral truth about the dear saint and wicked to you.
Carefully hold your faith firm and walk towards your noble destiny.
Remember keenly, every noble destiny promptly provide a direct path.
And every chosen path gratefully acknowledges an ultimate end.
Either it’s yours or mine!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
Okay,
It goes like this you see.
10pm, on a late thursday evening. I was sweating like a ****** in church. I grabbed my armbands and turned on the shower. It was cold as ice to the touch, but begun to warm up eventually. Thank god my wife remembered to turn the geezer on or else I was going to slap a ***** create waves of flesh on that ugly *** face of hers.
Anyway.
After stripping down to my birthday suit, I popped on some shampoo and spreaded that **** in my hair. Creating a burning sensation, tingly, like ants crawling in my head.
Suddenly I was smacked like an unwanted child by the smell of burnt toast in the air,
with the shampoo still sitting in my hair.
I turned around and right before me, something was coming out of the plug hole, like something out of a b-rated horror movie.
Looking like my wife's homemade cooking, **** was alive, and then it lunged at me.
I tell you, if it was not for those Tom Cruise movies lecturing me in the art of total *** kicking, I would be a dead naked man with armbands in a tub, being eaten by the unholy guacamole.
You gotta believe me,
when I tell this story,
This was not all in my head,
You can't just write off what I have said.
I know it must sound insane,
But a mexican's lunch crawled out of the drain,
I beat it's *** like a drum,
like Lars Ulrich at a metallica concert ,
and sent the **** back down the hole it crawled out of.
The devil wanted to bring me down to the deep end,
It is a good thing I bought my arm bands.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
i am unholy, i have been touched. i have felt the hands of despair, and looked into the eyes of wrath. i have formed bonds with the sloth inside me, found hope in avarice, and not once looked back.
i am unholy, and can only be filled with the envy that resides deep within my bones.
i am unholy, but i am not vain. there is no pride in my soul, and no soul in my body. there is nobody in the world that will hide the mark that you have left.
i am unholy, i have been touched by your hands, looked into your eyes, and mistaken your lust for love. i have formed bonds with your soul, and tied myself to your ribcage. i have allowed my hope to be swallowed, and failed to question the holes being drilled into my happiness.
i am unholy, but you are the devil
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
You were my poison and I was your cure
You were rotten and I was pure
It was my flower
I didn't know I was the girl of the hour
How could you do this?
It all started with a kiss
The kiss of sweet unholy death
I was pure, until you took my breath
It was like being caught in a downward spiral
My feelings were never vital
I didn't know that either
He said "me neither"
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
I have no need to label you
tie a leash 'round your neck
nor go buy superglue
to join us at the hip
I have no need
to nail you to a cross
I have no desire to be held
accountable for your despair
nor be found guilty
for your conflicts
no nada desire
to be nailed to a cross
I have no intention
of being held hostage
none whatsoever urge
to catch you red-handed
tying my name tag
around your fingers, wrists
miscellaneous appendages
There's no bone
left in my body
that wants anything to do
with that nonsense
that shit's hazardous
to your health
It's enough for me
to watch your sun
rise over my ocean
enough to
read your love notes
to the light of our flame
enough to watch our smoke
dance and curl skyward
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC