"blasphemer" poems
Holy Monday
walking with
my dog in
the burbs
I spied
a palm frond
laying by
the curb
still moist
and pliant
fresh to
touch
what
blasphemer
discarded this
icon beloved
so much?
one day
removed
from
Palm
Sunday
glory
does the
heathen who
disposed of it
know this
precious
leaf’s
story?
it was then
I recalled
its reason
for being
its a carpet
for a King’s
footsteps
its not for
keeping
so there
it lay
where
it should
be
as my
dog and I
resumed
our closer
walk with
Thee
Music Selection: Willie Nelson
Just a Closer Walk With Thee
Oakland
4/2/12
jbm
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
adjacent at my right,
your thoughts with you are,
strewed in opposition,
calling out my name,
i am the child,
you are the adult,
why wont i understand,
for i have no experience,
no life lived,
my intrigue provoked,
ideal foresight,
but that, all they are,
questions to actions,
tell me im wrong,
just an ignorant soul,
for i must see the world,
the way that you do,
and for the sake of the horse,
hope the legs can support,
the stead in which you ride,
for it must be cold,
one thousand jen high,
should i bow at your feet?
as my opinion indifferent,
blasphemer,
heathen,
tell me to seal my mouth,
say "I dont listen",
over again,
you never heard the words,
"your hurting my chest",
stepping on my lungs,
hearing one phrase of words,
"you dont listen",
but i heard every word,
whether i agree or not,
is another lore,
but ill admit im wrong,
will you do the same?,
now i'll hope you know,
i judge you not,
i love that you have opinion,
for you are only human,
even if the whip strikes my back,
ill never stop,
continue your attack,
for these are my thoughts,
you made me this way,
you cant change my brain.
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
I am stuck in a part of my
life that nobody else is in
speaking a foreign tongue
repeating strange rituals
talking of places
most call imaginary
and dreaming dreams
in a sleepless
land
I am drifter and an outcast
a blasphemer to some
a prophet to others
but nobody
really knows
which
I am surrounded
but time is my only
companion
I beg them to understand
but they are not capable
they stare at me
and I stare back
both of us wide-eyed,
wondering, thinking in
our minds:
what savagery
thrives
here
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
the blasphemer and the blushing bride
have no recollection of things like pride
one detests ceremony while the other revels
in vows and prayers and all such spells
one waits for a day of celebration and rejoices
the other rebels against insincere voices
and if the two were to ever meet
or stranger still to share the same seat
all feuds might be forgotten for the sake of the truth
whatever one chooses to believe in one's youth
the importance should be placed on agency
rather than the pomp of unsavory pageantry
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 6:07 PM UTC
This forced swinging from high to low
with emotion as my rope;
Perhaps but to fall, the ebb and flow
of a drama of a grand scope:
-
Midnight and the moons resounding note
waning like memories of her caress,
Then-
"Thy soul be sundered; thy life 'tis smote-
Your love 'twas simply in jest!"
Fearfully I cried under a frightful duress-
"Who art thou, wicked seraph! Fiend indeed!!
Why, why should you call my distress?
In my hour of loss, my hour of need?"
It then said, 'Thy know, thy soul I read-
Blasphemer! Defiler of a chaste life!
Sin tis your cover, desire your breed,
To be covetous of anothers wife!"
Furious was my speech - "Take thy seraphic knife,
Let us clash, I shall not fall!
Thou art simply a portent of strife;
Thou hast no honor, no higher call!"
Claimed I, "Thou art not in God's thrall!
Thou art a menace black and seedy,
To come before me with such gall,
to come before a man so needy!"
A horrible visage then arose before me,
Terrifying! This angel of doom-
The moon 'twas struck, lay bleeding-
It's light red, fading soon...
A soul of the darkest gloom,
This being 'twas not ordained!
Beneath the light of the hemorrhaging moon,
I saw what it seeked to gain!
This monster, it fed off of pain,
I cried, "Thou art surely craven!
Thy knife hast many stains,
But how art thou so boldly brazen?
Perhaps hailing from some deathly haven,
or heaven tormented, I know thy measure!
I do know ye, sinful, lust-torn maven,
Forsake sustenance from my pleasure!
Be gone! Shatter thy earthly tether!
Back!" I shrieked- "Away from this plane!"
Whether Angel sent, or Devil, whether
Freudian delusion or Jobs game!
Love and sin art not the same!
So cast off of me your burdened guilt-
Love blooms wildly, it's vines my veins,
And from stronger feelings 'tis built!
I shall not be cursed by passions blame,
and my love shall never wilt!
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
I like mine two cream, two sugars my addiction sans friction.
You see coffee is my benediction to alphabet soup.
Sing as song of sixpence.
a pocket full of rye.
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
Sister Loretta.That witch.
She gave me my first hit.
So long ago I had forgotten.
5 foot 2 eyes of blue. In a nun's habit.
I was all of eight years old and full blown away by the woman showing her chin and brow
in the Caribbean heat cool as the other side of the pillow Strange. Even then strange that a woman
would choose to dress in a black full length jacket that swept the ground as she walked.
Sweet as cane syrup. patient as a monk.
She gave me the love of words.
So Where is sister now I wonder ?
Probably pushing daises from under. That was many years ago.
Mia culpa. But I always wished for x-ray eyes. to see beyond her disguise.
Was she all woman or some holy mutation.
built to reject natural passion.
Mia culpa.
sister Loretta was forbidden fruit. One of god's many wives.
And I could only have one ?. Hmmmmm leme think this one over.
Blasphemer.
8 year old wood is hard to mess with.
Any dude out there who went to parochial school and did not have that one
on the replay spool, throw yer hands up.
.....That is what I thought.
Okay. just had my cuppa Joe.
And now I'm gonna let you go.
Just wanted you all to know.
Sista Loretta was Smokin Hot.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Bound and led the quiet man,
delivered up to me.
"Put him to death, the blasphemer",
was the people's plea.
My wife sent word to wash my hands,
she suffered in a dream.
I tried with water before the mob,
it didn't make me clean.
I put a sign above the cross,
the one I made him bring.
I killed a greater man than I,
he truly was the king.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
how?
how do you love us crawling creatures?
destined to burn in hell.
why do you love us when we hated you?
how did you love ungrateful brats like us?
how did you have the love to send your own? very own Son, your only Son, to die for us?
when our fingers could trigger guns and it kills.
when our mouths and tongues, we choose to spell death...
when our backs we choose to turn away from you.
how...can it be?
that a KING would die for ME.
that he will die for a killer, abuser, liar, blasphemer, ungrateful creatures, ***** thinkers, lovers of darkness, a deceiver, a pretense, a past-tense, an empty shell.
you filled me up.
we have the capacity, to be worse than a meer ******
****** would look like a drummer boy.
how evil is our ***** twisted, darkened, chained-up hearts?
how deceitful are its slippery jaws of blackened teeth dripping with death?
the pride made our eyes puffed up with fat.
unable to see the net we set up in front of ourselves.
how foolish.
how proud.
we think we deserve even a life.
we don't
if you see the sin in yourself?
you would agree.
yet.
YET.
The Father
sent
his
One
and
Only
Son
To Die
For
Me
and
You
He REPLACED your place on that cross, on that grave, on the day, on that cursed tree.
it was supposed to be you and me.
he died for me and you when it is that we should be the ones dying.
open up your eyes!
open up your hearts!
open up your hearts!
open up your eyes!
open up your ears and hear!
open up your hearts and receive Him!!!
i have seen dead shells come to life and are filled!
i have seen blind eyes filled with the shimmering of life!
i have seen hardened hearts change!
i have seen the wonderful bundles of life he creates in the wombs of mothers!
i have seen the dead turned to life
i have seen his glory.
i have felt his presence.
He is so real...
i couldn't deny it.
believe it.
He is calling for you
inviting you in
its your choice to let him in or not...
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
I breathe You in.
I take a deep breath and Your presence fills me.
You are beautiful. Masterful.
Awesome. Worthy of praise.
Holy.
Your grace moves me to tears.
I am so undeserving. You love me anyway.
How could I ask for anything more?
But You've given me so much more!
Peace! Joy! Blessings uncountable! Songs to sing! Family! Friends!
Forgiveness.
The greatest gift of all, given freely to me.
A sinner.
A blasphemer. An adulterer. A liar.
A lazy, prideful woman.
You see through all the sin to the woman You created me to be:
A mighty woman of God, with faith as unwavering as the rising Sun.
You are my rock. My foundation.
My Redeemer. My Lord.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
Angels cry in torment
Twisting and swirling through the thick black clouds
They curl their wings around the
Uncaring gravestones, crying for sanctuary
From their impassive god.
I watch as the reaper leans a hand across my bleeding eyes
And leads me away from the fury of wings
Beating across hollow bones-
As hollow as their halos.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Should have stayed benevolent through it all
But I let my venom course it's way through my own veins,
Poisoning all with my bite.
I am a dracula, blasphemer, killer, liar, emotional tourist...
an Eve, a serpent's pet.
And it's just that when I am on fire
it's hard to put me out.
I feel like the bitter ghost of a woman
that descends over calm waters
and spews forth her black-tongued
malice.
I never even recognized the poison
in my own heart.
And I shall die this way.
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
They said the Storm was coming.
The sky was darkening, the sun was blotted out.
I heard only the wind, felt only rain on my naked body
The scent of the four winds permeated my nostrils
And I looked into your eye.
And I smiled.
They said the Storm was coming,
That the end is at hand.
And the children, eyes open wide with fear
Turned to their fathers, and their mothers,
To their sisters and brothers,
And they fled.
They said the Storm was coming.
I replied, “But there’s naught to fear!
These men will tell you nothing but lies!”
They turned to me, labeled me a heretic and a blasphemer
And they pierced me with ten thousand blazing swords
And I bled.
They said the Storm was coming.
So I fled from my home, taking nothing with me.
As I ran, the rains began to fall. Lightning rent the heavens asunder.
The glorious noise of thunder and water filled my soul
As I drank in the glories of what I beheld,
And I wept.
They said the Storm was coming.
And as the spirits of the Storm coursed through my veins
I remembered what those who pointed their fingers at me had said.
“The Storm is coming! It is not safe! Only with us can you truly live!
Give us your silver and your gold, your sons and daughters, your staffs and your animals! The Storm is coming!”
But I am already here.
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
“hell,
is your destination.”
he says
to me
so sure in his
rightousness
that he does not
consider
his acid-throwing
even possibly
wrong
“you sinner!
you blasphemer!
you blatant and
obvious servant
of Lucifer!”
“burn,
you shall,
in the depths
of the devil’s
cavern!”
“you should know
better
than to ally with
anyone else
but Him”
“beg God,
beg Him,
for forgiveness
and maybe,”
“just maybe,”
“you might
live in limbo
or correct
yourself within
purgatory”
“confess yourself,
young sinner!
confess yourself
and be free!”
he yells to me
so what you say,
I respond,
is that
I cannot
be anything else
but hell-
spawn?
for what?
for doing what
I think is right?
for coming up
with my own ideas?
for thinking that,
perhaps,
I can be happy
without an
imaginary
friend?
“IMAGINARY?”
yes!
yes,
imaginary!
fake!
made-up!
a fallacy!
an abortion
of some terrified
cave-man’s
brain!
He
is not
real
but we,
we are!
“you’re going to hell”
he muttered
under his
breath
no I’m not!
I responded
I’ll just be
dirt and
dust and
be fine
with that
what better heaven could there be?
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
music notes
on a musician’s
libel
hunter’s bow
on a hunter’s
clothes
***** shoes
on a *****
man
a chair’s legs
on a god’s
body
a pope’s declaration
on a blasphemer’s
cry
an english ship
on a world’s
sea
a child’s book
on a child’s
desk
a belonging to,
and reflection of,
thyself
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
Wouldn't it be funny
If it were the Angels who were evil
And it were the Demons who were good?
What if God snapped
The Angels becoming a heavenly army of Light
And his word made the Demons seem the wrongdoers?
What if Lucifer wished for things
To become again as they once were
Beyond the Pearly Gates;
And his Demons were the ones
Who guarded humanity
In spite of the Angelic opposition?
Call me a heretic
But what if we have had it backwards
All along?
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
Mlasphemer,
Blasphemer,
God is our voice.
Forget the New Testament,
He who walks behind the rows,
Mestify, to Testify.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
There is a battle inside that no one can deny.
My strength is failing on every single try.
Lord, I am so confused; I just don’t see the light.
Inside is like a hurricane, and every breath brings a fight.
I cannot tell what is up and what is down anymore;
These feelings lead me in circles. I don’t what they’re for!
Lord, I really what to do things Your way,
But I can barely live with myself today!
Lord, please hear this sinner’s plea.
I need You so desperately to change me!
One day I will be running closer to You and Your place;
Then the very next moment I will fall and make myself a disgrace.
What hurts me the most is that I know what I ought to do,
But I know that all I do, I should do it for You:
But how can I do such wickedness for the Holiest of Holies!
I know He knows I am just like all those phonies.
Lord, I know I am so far from where I should be;
I should be able to hear You talking in me.
Oh how weak is my faith Lord!
Strengthen me by Your Word!
Lord my failings are so many I cannot even list them;
My heart grows heavy because I cannot fix them.
Lord please search me and know my heart;
From today may You be my continual start.
Lord I long so lustfully for what is not mine.
I need You to break this from me, I am Your vine!
Lord, my prayer to You is that You will just have Your way in me
I have lived long enough to find out that all I am is nothing without Thee!
Have mercy on such a wicked blasphemer such as I;
May You be my God and cause me to forever in Your arms lie!!
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
His words fell hollow
Upon
Empty
Minds
Incapable of discerning
Greater meaning
Than what ignorance
Allows
,Faith,
It seems
Holds a monopoly
Against reason
Setting men to war and ******
**** and slaughter
In the name of a being
Unseen
Incorporeal
Yet infallible in the eyes of many
Who
For any other wont
Excuse their failings
Misgivings
Illfortunes
Not on the merit of their worth
But instead
How low they kneel
Serve
Slave
To the wishes of the word
Indoctrinated
To ignore wisdom
Trivial to their pursuit
Of blood
Hatred
Deceit
That they so easily condemned
The man
Whose hollow words
Swung silent
As he hung in the gentle breeze
Rope
Around
Neck
To a chorus of cheers
BLASPHEMER!
BLASPHEMER!
Never stopping to consider
The saviour they just hanged
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
The number of universes
she had traveled was infinite
She couldn't stop thinking of you
in any of them
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
MaC WAS IN YEMEN, SYRIA, IRAQ, LIBYA AND AFGHANISTAN,
WHAT A MESS - IT MUST BE SORTED AS QUICK AS HE CAN,
HE HAD A MEETING WITH A MILITANT LEADER - 'WHO ARE YOU?'
'MY NAME IS MaCINTYRE - I REPRESENT GOD,
YOU CAN CALL ME A HERETIC, BLASPHEMER IF YOU WISH
BUT IN TWENTY FOUR HOURS THERE WILL BE NOTHING FROM YOUR SATELLITE DISH - THE CREATOR IS TIRED OF YOUR INSUBORDINATION,
YOU'VE HAD EVERY CHANCE BUT MESSED UP SINCE YOUR CREATION;
YOU WILL BE REDUCED TO ROBOTS - ONLY MEASURED CONTROL,
FREE - WILL IS FINISHED - WE HAVE POSSESSION OF YOUR SOUL,
THE SAME MISTAKES WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN, EVERYTHING
WILL BE TAKEN FROM YOU - THERE IS NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU TO DO;
IF WE EVER GIVE YOU FREE - WILL AGAIN, EVERY TIME YOU DISSENT,
YOU WILL BE 'CLICKED' - NOTHING OF THE OLD MINDSET WILL REMAIN.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
who are you trying to convince when you say you don't love her anymore?
you hiss it out with whatever breath your dirt-filled lungs have left
they say the devil first appeared as a serpent with a forked tongue
and he has four names: the Liar, the Thief, the Blasphemer, the Angel
if you've forgotten that sinners once saw heaven too
then you're no better than the jealous gods she's never gotten on her knees for
the truth has never known the backs of your teeth, but her name has
though slick with embalming fluid, she'd still kiss that wretched mouth
even if it's been known to whisper sweeter things to corpses
there are still pieces of her bones that miss fragments of your flesh
would you die for her? ... too late
thoughts of her have already suffocated you, though her fingers never touched your throat
treasures gained by wickedness do not profit you
and righteousness delivers you from a certain death
imperfect love is the root of all evil, and you crave it like honey
you crave what is not yours so you let her go as soon as you grasp her
because it feels better when you steal her heart
instead of it being place in your palms, still aching for a vessel
if you'd ever swallow your own words, you'd find they taste like poison
but you've never shut your mouth and instead let the sacrilege drip down your chin
it's creating puddles, pools, oceans and you love to hear her drowning
don't you know her name is sacred? why are you throwing it around like scraps?
she is tenderest flesh, the finest feast and you've spit her out like bitter bile
it's a **** good thing she's already chewed up
grab your rosary, spineless coward, repent! repent! repent!
you'll beg for forgiveness when you realize that purgatory isn't a void
rather an endless list of every place you wanted to touch her while you were both alive
the spaces between her ribs, the hollow of her cheeks, her lungs
she would've told you that you could do those things before her mouth got wired shut
but now it's too late, now you're just coffin-dwelling lovers, you can't hear
her whisper the one thing you loved the most: her poems
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a broken watch
A piece of garbage all but twice a day
Existing to be broken on the rocks
Remember the father and where he lay
But gone is the age of the stoics babe
Now rust and rot control the fall of glass
Not one was witness to the violet grave
Except the people in the razor grass
But nothing's nice under an ochre sky
Although your sickened tick is worse than most
And you betray the father with your lie
As if his sacrifice was but a joke
A life in the waves could pay all your dues
Best get comfy in your new concrete shoes
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
Solitary sinner in a God-fearing world
Heretic to some
Blasphemer to others
Mirror mirror
Is this my disguise
The disguise to hide
To hide- the anger
To hide- the guilt
To hide- the shame
Half God, half devil
This is the role we were meant to play
My roots are cut off at the base
My fight isn't against the world
My fight is with the demons within
My blade is stronger
My wounds lie deeper
Mirror mirror
Can I face this disguise
I show the world?
Tired of fighting back
Tired of lieing to others
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC