"evangelic" poems
With my hands, I want to erase 500 years of colonialism off your flesh.
With my lips, I want to placate your christian guilt and burn away your evangelic shame.
With my words, I want to travel through your mind spreading a new gospel of love.
All in all:
I want you to become your own savior
breaking tradition in little pieces and rising in passion as a whole until you can touch the moon without having to be crucified.
I want you to leave me if that's part of your liberation.
It is imperialism and not god that they worship.
Being touched by the holy spirit as they turn deaf to the cries of children in Iraq... and on top of that calling the poor woman of color who just had an abortion a murderer. (meanwhile their pastors and priests **** children nonstop.)
Begging for donations to build the next temple as people in intervention torn countries die of hunger (all of this while Bill Gates and Carlos Slim become richer.)
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
I awoke to the dawning
Of a nuclear morning
No siren, no warning
Just the fallout swarming
The sun bleached blue
The sky a chemical hue
Acid rain and it's corrosive dew
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
A landscape blurred, psychedelic
Wildlife rare and erratic
The humans now so frantic
Not the work of anyone slightly evangelic
The war was silent, heard by none
Not even the sound of a distant gun
Multiple missiles helped nature become undone
Nobody knew of anywhere to run
Life now has no colour just shades of grey
No meaning, no direction, no point to each day
The inevitable has begun without delay
And nothing now can stand in its way
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around
Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream
Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again
Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac
Getting off the bed, taking the shower,
Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips..
Deducing the guilt I suffered yet,
Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME
Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted
Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly
Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance
Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming
From genteel vapid to a strumpet
It feels great to be in his hands again ,
Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel
Where our bodies check in
Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it
Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress
Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple
Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating
Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him
And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover..
Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming
Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous
Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience,
Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo
Wearing the apparel that seems alright , aND So Provocative
That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved
The GrEY Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
The mist creeping in ,draping the green in white
And The blue in ever evangelic shades of grey
Bestowing the Soil ,the nectar it brought from a bounty stolen from God
The rain fell ,the rustic aroma that surrounds my whole town
As heavenly and pure as you walked in white silhouette
And the drops falling making the grass even more smooth
And your face more cleaner for me to gaze- pleasant as a winter moon
A little did you turn around and walked away ,I follow you there
You lead me to my God ,You Lead to my God
You ain’t just a one night dream; I see you even in daylight
As you live where my GOD stays ,You Live where My god Stays
Don’t leave me o Dear, this isn’t my fate
Just my last words turn back ,come back ,so that I could love you as my God
Bring back the rain ,come o dear ,turn to me and let me have the rain
And my god to see me again when you come about ,when you come about…
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
watch america self destruct the movie part 2 (only available in txt version}
the players - you choose but you still won't know(god's cut only)
as Jesus -
Jesus - 2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void
as the false prophet
Jesus - 2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any evangelic - 1/100
dollar bill - 2/1
any billionaire 1/100
as God
Dave Chappelle - 1/50
Jesus - 2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void
as Beast(s)
all cryptids
flying monkeys
lizard people
android devices
apple devices
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
Early winter morning under the weakened sun.
Trees sway with the thunderous roar of the blowing wind above the snowy sand.
Heaven's glorious symphonies are heard as church bells rang.
Young and old gather around as the choir started and sang.
Loud prayers can be heard from an echoing distance.
Emancipating each and every heart in a matter of chance.
Evangelic voices from the chorale continued aloud.
Now the priest started to preach with a voice so loud.
Valiant soldiers arrived to join the uplifted crowd.
In a timely manner unveiling a hidden shroud.
Little children were out in the fields playing.
Out in the evergreens vast wilderness and doing their own thing.
Roses and rasp berries were plenty on a nearby garden.
Its a beatiful place with a few wooden carvings.
At last the day is retiring, dusk arrives and the night will finally come and settle in.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC