"barabbas" poems
We started with Jesus,
ripping him to pieces.
And that's not where it ceases,
the violence, it increase.
Life.
Death.
We ****
the best.
Jesus died,
Judas lied.
"Free Barabbas",
the people cried.
Jesus died,
Judas lied.
"Free Barabbas",
the people cried.
The people killed Jesus Christ,
they killed Mr. King.
The people killed Kennedy,
they **** everything.
Then there was King,
just doing his thing.
But his life was stopped short,
due to a killing.
Poor Mr. King,
just doing his thing.
Innocent man, dead,
due to a killing.
The people killed Jesus Christ,
they killed Mr. King.
The people killed Kennedy,
they **** everything.
Mr. Kennedy,
best president to be.
His term didn't last long,
killed while on T.V.
John F. Kennedy,
the president to be,
never got the chance to change,
the shape of our country.
The people killed Jesus Christ,
they killed Mr. King.
The people killed Kennedy,
they **** everything.
Killing is their stimulant.
So they **** the innocent.
How can they live with it?
Knowing they **** the innocent.
The people killed Jesus Christ,
they killed Mr. King.
The people killed Kennedy,
they **** everything.
The people killed Jesus Christ,
they killed Mr. King.
The people killed Kennedy,
we **** everything.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 2:27 PM UTC
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To put this World down, like a Bundle—
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy—possibly Agony—
’Tis the Scarlet way
Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God—
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road—
Flavors of that old Crucifixion—
Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed—
Strong Clusters, from Barabbas’ Tomb—
Sacrament, Saints partook before us—
Patent, every drop,
With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker
Who indorsed the Cup—
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"Barabbas!" says my mother,"let Jesus be!"
I pull away from him, and brush myself off.
Inside a scolding I will get(probably).
Up stands a bloodied Jesus, giving a ragged cough.
Years pass by, He never gives a fight.
I, always behind, He always in front.
I fall into darkness, He ascends to light.
To His greetings I responded with grunts.
In prison I now sit, He the Teacher.
Passover comes, I to be crucified.
He is here? He will be set free. I’m bitter.
What? No! For a wretched scoundrel He died?!
This is the Power of our Creator
He breaks the Bonds of Death to send our Savior!
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
i met a mongol once in amsterdam, we exchanged a tearful stare and said a melancholic hello, as if we were to be brother in cement or sandstone of what the sun rememebred and man forgot but nonetheless carved for enshadowed suave of the shadowing hand on hand upon handed down remnant of the handless kanji... the motherless thus tongueless river of sight utilising hand and hand as sophistication of spying thanks to the hands’ shadows: thus no shadow tongue unless that shadow be thought or the abstract off thought: pre-meditation and the subsequent minded courtsey as requested of the blank page or the buddha’s slitted eyes faking intoxication by western standards of that green plant the mongols despise: and western societies fare to tax and thus exploit.
and it would be easiest to withhold making talks
with the slavs
by compensation of the northern-most mosque
being established
as true progression...
but then having insulated the slavs
who are "primarily" plumbers and electricians
to make any dent in the politics of the other monotheists...
where the european excludes the european from europe
there you will see war as encouraging the asian
or the arab...
there you will see war, should a
european exclude european from europe
there you will see war
caucausian againts the rooster against the morn!
TAR TAR! TAR TAR! TAR! TAR!
(in japanese tora tora tora!)
because you did not cherish our shared values
thus become devalued therefore value your integral anti-economic
evaluations that have no place in my land
but concern of keeping brown in the noun and not in the verb
of racism and sun;
i've become a barabbas among you, you messiahs,
you messiah selfies and messiah implants,
what gave you the jews scorned has given
me you as the "jews" scorned in your disorientation
of the fathomed atom bomb already spoken of in
the book of the apocalypse....
but a man ejecting an european from europe
to fantacise a non-invoked colonialism will halve in carving
this world in half for multi-cultarism!
no pole ever spoke of colonialism to see you speak
of post-colonial re-colonialisation of remote areas so ardently cared for:
conquer... and subsequently fall: your sons the additive bullets:
я и pоссия demand: the caucaucus tribes to
fake unity with the danube fools of erected bohemia.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
His calloused hands caressed the wood that, shortly, he would plane.
The carpenter was on his knees examining the grain.
The Romans wanted cross beams and the carpenter knew why:
Upon this tree the rebel, Jesus, would be crucified.
He’d never heard the rabbi speak to the admiring crowds.
He thought himself too practical to go in search of God.
In the temple he made sacrifice; he conformed and he complied.
He’d seen too many mad for God and noted how they’d died.
The carpenter thought it was a shame; this wood too good you see.
It’s a tragic waste of good timber to make a hanging tree.
Still the money came in handy as good wine was still not free.
Galled wine would be served in a sponge to this man from Galilee.
The crowd called for Barabbas when this Jesus was condemned.
He shuddered as he thought of the cruel way this life would end.
There is no dignity he could see in a death upon a cross;
mocked by the onlookers while his women wailed his loss.
The Roman paid him coin and slaves bore the beam away.
The sad procession passed his shop later that same day.
The Rabbi wore a crown of thorns, fashioned from the jujube,
and there, upon his shoulders. He bore the hanging tree.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
… and the Sanhedrin cried out loudest,
Free Barabbas.
Ergo,
The Republic got nailed.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
well, because bunnies don't come out eggs, do they now? that bunny is a thief! where did you get those eggs from? huh? he's running, a flock of angry birds flying after him; and i forgot my slingshot to smash those three piggies into smithereens (like in the folklore story: house of glass (hay), house of wood, house of stone).
i never understood the tradition
of easter,
until now,
i get all the sweets and treats
and opulence at christmas...
but the way easter is celebrated
is quiet fascinating,
chocolate eggs of a castrato,
and the easter bunny must reflect
the size of irish families
and strict laws prohibiting contraception,
listening to bbc 4 and this actress spoke
of being 7th in the lineage of 11...
eager bunnies all around
and sweet choc testicles of a castrato...
well, so i decided to celebrate it too...
fasting... and walking around
saying the word: barabbas...
barabbas... it goes really well with all
those gothic cathedrals adorned
with gargoyles.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Verse I
I am the tired, I am the poor
one among the huddled, yearning
where's the lamp beside your golden door
alas it's made only of gold now
No asylum for me within,
the thunder of walls are forming
I foresee the stench of émigré camps
and gates sadly, slowly closing now
Verse II
once again it's common place,
for a people to live in persecution
driven out, and locked within
these once hallowed halls
you turn your hearts, bury your heads
and call it retribution
your gates will rust and they will cease
by the guise of your ******* up laws
Chorus
Who will be the one
when your judgment day is done
who says yea or nay
who will wield that gavel
Who will turn the key
and darken a land once free
like Jesus to the cross
or Barabbas to the rabble
Verse III
I am the wretched from distant shores
tempest-tossed and dying
now you are locked behind your doors
no longer free and brave
maybe someday when seasons turn
and yours is the soul that's crying
perhaps I'll be the one who'll spurn
and send you to your grave
Chorus
Who will be the one
when your judgment day is done
who says yea or nay
who will wield that gavel
Who will turn the key
and darken a land once free
like Jesus to the cross
or Barabbas to the rabble
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
Black steeds reveal their charged breath with splendid revelry
o'er the piedmont valley .. Green , gray facades sweep across a volley of cannon and tooled steel reflections as Plough hand , Artist and neighbor stand garrisoned before their final hours ..
Morning skies are a terrific blue in springs first fleeting gasp ..
Is Barabbas among these warriors ? If so , let him stand forward !
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
likened to a walk in the night,
raindrops on the pavement
trickling in
sawdust acne (excess of
white blood celsius guaranteed,
readily the dot com boom, boom boom),
raindrops like goosebumps against
missing skin but eager lecter;
rich arab ******** cute white genitalia
bragging 16 when 21...
the day of the lord when the jew stopped
ruling me via his sheepish relevance:
outside the collective just watching people
in the rain... sugar cubes melting if you're drinking absinthe...
they're more numerous than umbrellas
or mushrooms or warm cushions or
pre-heated toilet seats.
the next time i find jewish politics i'll find south africa
and barabbas.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I eat stones for breakfast,
chew them on the road.
But one thing—
I don’t release Barabbas.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 5:49 AM UTC
*shock-absorbing Christ has a limit... every man has a limit... you take pity you take up the whip and the hammer and nail... you take up the word you take up the heart, the ego, the placard of thought's freedom disengaged from concentrating on him - religious democracy? when did that exist?! oh, when we all became saints... but that was never a certain to be.*
you're not saving the system, you're merely salvaging it -
meaning you're exploitative of youth
and leaving the old farts to fend for themselves -
i'm way past theorising the established order -
by theory you invoke a solution -
Marx was too easily toppled -
the old gits bogged down on the review
and linked-in saying: the adventures
we had worth merely plight -
we ventured to authentic bookmarking -
these days nothing separates us from the young -
you really did place your criticism of
Communism due to the ethnicity of the Pope -
not partaking in the years of Martial Law authority -
it's Christianity built on
John Paul II forgiving Mehmet Ali Ağca -
what... no Barabbas as part of the story?!
in a prison cell - **** your principle of forgiveness
and a cell - GIVE ME SIBERIA! give me the forgiving
elements - not your superstition of forgiveness and cage!
no? oh... THEN YOUR TEACHINGS ARE WORTH SQUAT!
HAVE A SINGALONG WITH CASTRATOS IN THE SISTINE
CHAPEL... and, personally (due to a Catholic school education)...
**** YOU! i love how i can be Antisemitic in this region -
and be a Jew at the same time - CRUCIFY THE ****
or hear the gas chamber choir for your birth at Bethlehem.
because what the mortal fears is what a mortal hasn't lived -
funny isn't it? the concept of the Antichrist wasn't
at all Adolf. like Sylvia Plath in daddy, 2000 years ago
from now... you ain't that special no matter whether gentile or Jew;
you disagree with me you undermine democracy -
you agree with me you undermine democracy
as in not automated anthill experimented with,
but as in demonstrated or demonised anthill -
something or other a priori; or the Kant i read today,
too drunk to coerce a sentence with,
thus better left unsaid.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Struggling against his Inner
Self; he finally comes out
at 30, telling anyone willing
to listen his weird tales & odd
sayings, making others think
he was only attracted to his
own kind; until finally,
declaring he & his father one,
he as publicly mocked &
crucified; his friends
turn their backs on him, people
make up stories about the
fabulous things he did, his only
real message to love one other;
Pilate, a sexist-homophobe
hailed to the crowd: 'Shall I
release the ****** son of a ******
A good Jew who tends to the sick?
Or Barabbas? Serial ******
murdering thief, ***** dealer, liar,
& general scum?'
'Give us Barabbas!' they cry as
if welcoming a conquering hero,
and Barabbas is released among
them like a wolf among sheep...
'Crucify!
Crucify!' They cry ever louder:
'Crucify the ****** Carpenter!
Let him build his own cross!!!'
Heeding the crowd, Pilate
has him pilloried on a cross
fashioned by 'Joseph & Son inc.'
The event going so well,
soon Joseph's shop has a run
on crosses...
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
unlike man with a petition: i prefer to hunch myself to craft a shadow like a crow: rather than kneel... because my "prayer" constitutes a ? rather than an question... i rather stand tall and hunch to inquire, as any inquisitor might... kneeling? worthy of a nation of eagle-worshiping and peasants; bogus-deity-scaffolders; typically with the genesis ex: egypt. i craft a shadow from a strong frame, bowing... i bow before god, rather than kneel, rather than takbir, al-qiyyam, ruku, sujud, julus: is there anyone actually listening to learn? called the "lesser" hand-shake.
make a cameo of me on
the part:
where i don't have
to film it; mmm'kay?
i'm a cyclops,
but i have a third eye that's
missing...
i'm looking,
and i'm looking:
but there's the persistent
third party:
sources.
if only modern technology
didn't give birth
to man's artificial third eye...
people are spotted all around
with their third eyes..
who the **** is going
to blink twice when
the person having blinked...
has blinked?!
i'm happy with two...
keep the third;
i can only be so bothered
to enter the cyclops dimension.
seriously? seriously?!
the ******* sirens singing
chopped your 'ed off or
something?
******* tea-bag worth
of intellect... munchkin
Barabbas.
these days it ought to be
called mathias vs. polyphemus
rather than david vs. goliath...
and to think: the drunk me sees
more clearly than my sober
contemporaries...
that's ******* sad...
sad as sad can be:
without an urn worth of sand
to call crematory ash.
this world is not worth being
attached to, even with the remains of
Roo-m'é.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC