"crucifixtion" poems
Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount to speak to those around him. And yet his words, his wisdom, his divinity have lasted over two thousand years. But look at what has become of his legacy? Have you been to Vatican City? Have you seen the Basilica? What does it have to do with Jesus' core message?: Love one another. The collective wealth of the Roman Catholic and Protestant churches around the world is so massive that it cannot be determined. But Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount. Jesus would find upon his return a sight obscene: a colossal monetary worth of those who were supposed to carry on his teachings! Jusus would scream: "Sell all your worldly possessions! Sell the Basilica! Sell all the priceless and precious objets d'art in your collections! Sell all your churches! Give all your money to the poorest of the poor! Do you not remember what I did when I entered the sacred temple and found money-changers? I turned over their tables! I threw their coins on the floor! I threw the money-changers out! I found corruption instead of holy caring! What was my crucifixtion for? Pray to God and care for your fellow human beings. Do it in a vacant lot. Call it the Cathedral of the Sky.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me
It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free
You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline
A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin
I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around
You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound
As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis
Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis
A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid
You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS
Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames
And the inspiration derives from your holy name
The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight
Did you know they actually sent children to fight?
It’s true, and in your name no less
I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success
They next denied the holocaust
But never you think all is lost
They’re right on board with marrying gays
Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase
I don’t think you fathom the harm to come
The damage that’s done because you’re the son
Of the holy god, my former employer
Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers
Heres some advice, take it from me
You’re wasting your time, get off that tree
Get down, and have a long talk with your father
Tell him **** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC
Mysterious and lunar
Purged of all the
benefits of magic .
She envoked
the quiet ecstasy of
mystical prayer .
A gentle feather lost
in a teardrop .
Temporal words
walked her back
from the edge .
Bloodied by a thorn
from a yellow rose .
Buried deep in the
paltry light
that silhouettes her hair .
Looking at the
soft edge of dawn .
Knowing how much
I’ve surrendered
forever bereft of
the darkness .
I felt the melodies
of faith
and lost her at
the renegade first light .
So religious the fury
of the extinction of hope
beautifully expressed
but slow to comprehend
she handed me a Bible .
I struggle Forth into
the artillery of knowledge
listening to the dark
matter of
crucifixtion music .
Her story moves forward
through the stream
of time on thin ice .
Lost in the pale harmony
of the grandeur
of madness.
She believes she’ll sink
into that ethereal stillness
of Dawn .
I believe her soul will float .
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC