"alb" poems
You who have lifted up your sunburned face,
Long-told of peasant warmth and the forest tableaux.
Barefoot, you brought the book of hours upon dusty roads,
Ungoverned, little flower from Jeanne to Lourdes to Lisieux.
Our Lady, osculum pacis, the kiss of peace in wood and stone.
Burned out to those dusty eyes,
Now-empty look of rosework from the forest-fall of sunlight.
Medieval prayer, earthly-dim to its rafters of oak,
Come un-cinctured in ashen cloud of amice and alb,
And the murine blackness of plague-like smoke.
Birds that sit blinking at the winged fossil of intrados,
Pipe air through your own ribbed vaults, organum pulse.
Let the city rise in your vining voices—and hold the note.
The great ***** intones from the runs and pedal stops,
Along the turbid streets of the rue de la Cité to the empire of catacombs.
Beside his candle, the monk in sadness knows
All loveliness of heaven except his own.
Our Lady, every sunset is your faded candle hour of peace, for us to know.
Holy Father, so passes worldly glory,
Over the roofs of Paris like fire-scorned and leaden wings.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
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You aren't above the law
Poisoners sterile hainas
Susan WRat no.
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Filthy rats
Creeping animals
**** of life
Shoddy monstrosity.
Subhuman
Spectres of Hell
**** vermins
How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's
Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing
Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas
Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes
Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell *****
You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from
1982.
Coward filthy **** *****
Vermin word raitano
Poisonous serpent
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged rats
I'm talking to you all
because creeping creatures,
even being the most cursed,
compared to your evildoers
vermin human predators,
a creeping snake
stands taller than you all.
**** leeches
**** cockraoches
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Slanders trashing whoever
is holy good and precious
You Vermin
Poisonous serpents
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time.
Two-legged filthy rats,
I'm talking to you!
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth
unwelcome in heaven,
compared to you **** brains.
stands much taller.
You're listening to me
useless
Hyena of Hell
How much I hate you and despise you!
**** leech
**** cockraoch
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Vermin
Poisonous serpents
In everyone's paradise.
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged my filthy rats
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because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed compared to you
You stand even smaller.
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Repost.
By Paquita del Barrio
And Karijinbba.
1976-present
All Rights.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
She asked why
I responded with -
It begins with my silver touch
I can't let you know why
I don't know the reasons myself
But I am driven by my desire
A drug, a play, a joke,
I promise I will keep you forever
Locked away from pain, retaining the perfect in you.
Believe me, my dear, because you have no choice
You are mine now.
- ALB
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
Long before daybreak
With eyelids so heavy
Beseeching, let me sleep!
Never-ending, indefatigable thoughts
In waves, each more belligerent
Than its foregone,
Sang of tempestuous oceans
Of Winters of long-lasting darkness.
A bewail
- of bleakness -
For souls convoluted amongst alb foam.
To frank such thoughts
Dry them underneath moonlight
Obviate nefarious whims.
To coerce the ways of rational kin,
Eradicate rapt, impetuous
Combustions fired by
The cholera of heathens.
With herb and candle, enthrall,
With hammer and anvil, fashion!
Worming out the Eye of Dystopia
I wage war,
Quill in shivering fingers
- si vis pacem
para bellum.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
Se cern arginții boltei, prin sita de safir,
Totul viu, ferice, crunt au să-l răpună.
Și să-i facă rece, nesfârșit alb cimitir,
Norii cei negri, oștirile lui Vânt s-adună.
Regina Morții, cu dalba-i mantie, călare,
Suflarea-i de sloi, a tăcerii pânză țeasă.
Luncile cu joc și râset, pierdute-n uitare,
Blestemul vieții de apoi, alb pustiu lasă.
În codrul de plumb, un lup se tânguie amar,
Cine ne-a luat a primăverii poftă de viață,
Al verii dulce poem, al belșugului har?
Se odihnesc toate, sub pătura de gheață.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
I wanted to voluntarily give my time
in 2011
without any parental/outside influence
to build my own heart
and my own destiny.
I’m sure people have had plenty of dates
with Destiny,
leaving Fate to pay the tab.
What Destiny didn’t tell me
at age fourteen
are that churches that mingle together
are still different populations
with different works of focus.
In the Catholic tradition,
any Catholic can go to any designated church
for holy communion,
holding constant how anyone can attend anywhere.
I received more than the church
when I wanted to go to camps
with another church outside my family’s church.
Rather, I got a helping of obedience, discipline,
work, teasing, trouble, uneasy fellowship,
and a deacon who I believe was never true to the words
he preached.
This deacon, Dave Galvin, was not a personal
heart-to-heart person.
All he did, at least to me,
was assign me to loads of work,
answer my problems by pooling for other people’s answers,
and keep camps and youth of his church
[yes, not even being the lead pastor]
on as inflexible of a schedule as possible.
I almost think some days
he wanted me to starve,
because suffering makes him smile.
Most times around this minister
I would take my life as a failure
if I didn’t understand his instructions
Or didn’t have a faux homily lined up
in less than a minute
for a homiletics competition among
other high-school guys at the time.
He rarely smiled during services
unless the priest made a joke.
Gossip says that his family cheats
with religious obligations.
It wouldn’t surprise me
if this man’s family were another
cover-up story.
There’s no genuine fun with this man.
Being around his church and his mannerisms
almost trapped me permanently from recognizing life
outside being pruned as a seminary prodigy,
trapped as a Trappist.
And yet most people mimic him
and reference his motives and leadership.
Being the only one at most church activities
with Dave
from an alien church of another town,
I tried so hard to keep my mind from being controlled
and of being intensely Catholicized
to the point of breaking down.
Now, what I make of my former interactions
with Dave’s church
is meat for my resumes
and stories to recount.
I thought I was free-will from the Divine
not Dave’s puppet.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
Și dacă arde?
un străin nu arde vreodată.
Un străin făcut cenușă, scrum ca să te învelesca.
Un străin-o tăcere în plus, un ochi în cer pentru apus, și altul în pământ crescut.
Un străin redus la un refuz, de aer introdus, străin pentru plămân-un intrus.
Și dacă arde?
Nerăbdare și angoasa, străin de primăvară întins pe masă.
Și dacă arde, nu se stinge, arde până va respinge grija crudă-iubire ce nu pretinde.
Arde-n ciudă de mocnește, nu distinge alb de verde, nu mai vede.
Arde-n ură oarbă și dacă arde continuă până distruge-
Simțământ, durere și veghe, arde până nu mai cuprinde...un străin-
Arde hain.
Și dacă arde nu va mai fi extins, arde flacără în Olimp, arde iad cumplit, arde neclintit și iubește ...
Străinul iubește, cumva, și privește lumea *** arde în scântei.
Arde pământul cu suflet și noi cu ei,
Arde râs și speranță, soare...
Dacă arde, doare.
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 9:00 AM UTC