"ecclesiastics" poems - Hello Poetry

Salvation means different things to many people Reared by a single mother Abandoned by a deadbeat absentee dad I am confused and angry Now am I supposed to feel them I have no mentors Or anyone in my life That cares enough to teach me How to be a woman My life didn't come equipped With an automatic pilot For a successful life What I had growing up was Religion Not beliefs but principles 1Kings 2Kings James Ecclesiastics From Genesis to Revelation To the 1 and 2 Chronicles Corinthians, Peter, John From sunrise service To afternoon fellowship To young to realize That mother's salvation Isn't mine Sitting in church 8 hours each Sunday Praising the Lord At the top of my lungs To the top of my voice Being baptized at the age of 5 Well before I even understood why Didn't make me a saint No amount of bible study Ushering or participation in church Could save me Or the congregation From sin and all evil The chasing of the wind Repentance What was the point in asking Seeking and praying For forgiveness Yet not changing ones ways Or taking on bad habits That were sinful There was no point Everything is meaningless

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC

overlyunderestimated

Everything is meaningless

Salvation means different things to many people Reared by a single mother Abandoned by a deadbeat absentee dad I am confused and angry Now am I supposed to feel them I have no mentors Or anyone in my life That cares enough to teach me How to be a woman My life didn't come equipped With an automatic pilot For a successful life What I had growing up was Religion Not beliefs but principles 1Kings 2Kings James Ecclesiastics From Genesis to Revelation To the 1 and 2 Chronicles Corinthians, Peter, John From sunrise service To afternoon fellowship To young to realize That mother's salvation Isn't mine Sitting in church 8 hours each Sunday Praising the Lord At the top of my lungs To the top of my voice Being baptized at the age of 5 Well before I even understood why Didn't make me a saint No amount of bible study Ushering or participation in church Could save me Or the congregation From sin and all evil The chasing of the wind Repentance What was the point in asking Seeking and praying For forgiveness Yet not changing ones ways Or taking on bad habits That were sinful There was no point Everything is meaningless

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So frivolous that this exists within a Lack of being, The ebb and flow of Death influx, The cause of void in pulse, but, Nonetheless, Life hosts in essence, in absence, In ephemeral disguises compiling like Waves in the ocean, Like pomegranate seeds in hands, Like the letter C in the mind, [A comedy] .Perpetual. And yet we are, And yet I am, And yet you is, [A complex] The "primordial" surrogate of truth: The sun in a raisin, Shriveled and compacted because The grape was in the son of Woman and man [A tragedy] But still, with her eyes on horizons, The blue woman remains in essence While the red man remains in absence: *Lack of sunrises Lack of sunsets Lack of quiet nights* But the ebb and flow as parables as memoirs Appease the quiet war between the Quiet soul's erosion and the Ancestral swig of heresy, tonics that Drip sporadic hesitation, An emotion [A concoction] .Purple. This is my body Information becomes info This is my blood Influence the chaos With ripened moons and fluorescent suns The poetry as Mother Tongue As Mother Nature As existence As a lack of dark meaning [A feeling] ["Give them what they lacked"] The songs of ecclesiastics Everything is meaningless Until My hands My hands My hands Are Reincarnated within the Auroras of Autumn, Within the auras of Winter, Within Within The Ebb and Flow of Death bearing the new. [A time][A place] Father's Time Father's End As anecdotes As joyful mysteries . Suppose the mirror reflects it all As found and "uncharred"

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Dec 2, 2015

Dec 2, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC

worldeater

Ebb and Flow.

So frivolous that this exists within a Lack of being, The ebb and flow of Death influx, The cause of void in pulse, but, Nonetheless, Life hosts in essence, in absence, In ephemeral disguises compiling like Waves in the ocean, Like pomegranate seeds in hands, Like the letter C in the mind, [A comedy] .Perpetual. And yet we are, And yet I am, And yet you is, [A complex] The "primordial" surrogate of truth: The sun in a raisin, Shriveled and compacted because The grape was in the son of Woman and man [A tragedy] But still, with her eyes on horizons, The blue woman remains in essence While the red man remains in absence: *Lack of sunrises Lack of sunsets Lack of quiet nights* But the ebb and flow as parables as memoirs Appease the quiet war between the Quiet soul's erosion and the Ancestral swig of heresy, tonics that Drip sporadic hesitation, An emotion [A concoction] .Purple. This is my body Information becomes info This is my blood Influence the chaos With ripened moons and fluorescent suns The poetry as Mother Tongue As Mother Nature As existence As a lack of dark meaning [A feeling] ["Give them what they lacked"] The songs of ecclesiastics Everything is meaningless Until My hands My hands My hands Are Reincarnated within the Auroras of Autumn, Within the auras of Winter, Within Within The Ebb and Flow of Death bearing the new. [A time][A place] Father's Time Father's End As anecdotes As joyful mysteries . Suppose the mirror reflects it all As found and "uncharred"

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Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery. A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics In exchange for a theology void of its vast history. Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce. Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers. Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book, Genesis 9:25-27: "Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem." A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity, To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings. "Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob" In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC

Eddydiong

Chains of Salvation

Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery. A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics In exchange for a theology void of its vast history. Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce. Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers. Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book, Genesis 9:25-27: "Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem." A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity, To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings. "Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob" In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.

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