"inquisitor" poems
Tradition! The Pope's Grand Inquisitor
And Champion of Tories and White-Hats alike
Long have we burned by Gomorrah's Sponsor
With ***** salt our Nails to crucify
That you by nature have never been wrong
Since from my origin I took Respect
But that Pink Exercise training that strong
Was too much for your Pride to interpret
So you sent your Armies to **** our Cause,
Those Innocent Seeds we died to preserve
Quoting the Organ's Functions as our fault
Then getting the Whipping we all deserve.
My Message, kind Sir, is that Object
Which you must Observe; Which you must Reflect.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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The Heart asks Pleasure—first—
And then—Excuse from Pain—
And then—those little Anodyness
That deaden suffering—
And then—to go to sleep—
And then—if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die—
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Dogma U
Up the slide
Let's go for a ride
Start at the middle
Slip and slide
Down into Hades ...
U amGod
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
To sleep, my mind impounded,
My heartbeats, bass, lowly-sounded,
Each beat, a note upon mine ticking meter.
An unfamiliar feminine voice, not hers, poses,
Questioning noises, issued from a blackened figure.
This human-shaped metronome,
A singular inquisitor,
In rhythm, but not in rhyme,
Gravely announces repeatedly,
T'is your time, t'is your time,
Each pronouncement,
Spoken n'spiked distinctly:
*"Your prose now ended,
last-gentled sweetly."*
Wondering still, is it just sleep or truly death,
This forlorn eve, to go, to meet and greet,
Without having said my finale prayer.
Unprepared, thus with unaccustomed flair,
"Unfair" doth me protest, a newly-minted naysayer,
My book incomplete, black-brother frere!
If death indeed you be, my fellow cloaked-rider,
Then make me a one-last-time composer.
Let me whisper once more inside her,
A last poem of the greatest brevity,
But of the greatest import, laden heavy!
Good bye, my love, goodbye....
This closing writ, my finest ever...
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Sa pamamagitan ng kabutihan ng Kanyang Kabutihan
~~~
*the message arrive by private telegraph line,
"write,"
she behests,
more than a mortal's requests,
an authoritative pleading,
an urgent prompting
with an element of divinity attached,
almost a command
by virtue of
her virtue,
who am I to refuse,
though the writing gene/genie,
somnolent, suppressed, quiescent,
melatonined by the pills the
life force feeds us
from a bottle lonely labeled,
"whether you like it or not"
reckless explore the venues
you would prefer to never venture,
so,
this poem becomes her,
this poem be comes her,
this poem be comely
for and because of her
unbare chambers that have rusted shut,
be unafraid,
she seances me telepathically,
in the poet's way,
a crying smile accentuated with
"write of the titles you have confessed
to the body's mind inquisitor
that be stored
in the warehouses
of thy heart"
this irrecusable, willing bidding,
sneaks in the back door,
so easy oiled opened
by virtue
of her virtue
seven years of grain Pharaoh stored
in preparatory for the lean ones that
inevitable
come
yes, have so many would be's
gestated, but not fully formed,
none adequate to honor sufficient
her comely
behest
thus commissioned,
my purposeful mission,
to honor her once more,
with a simple honorific,
her wish, no matter how couched,
t'is my duty to fulfill
so here, full and filled
I grant her wishes,
with impoverished verses inadequate,
for you know her too,
as she full and fills us all*
***by virtue
of her
virtue***
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
Another adventure begins
On a day to remember
On the 11th hour of the 11th day
Of the 11th month in 1918
WWI ended
But the war continues
Between the material and spiritual
The Grand Inquisitor in all of us
(Dostoevsky)
Tries to encapsulate the formless
We're all searching for the magic pill
Red or blue
What would you choose?
Fortunately, there is no choice
You become who you are eventually
It just depends how many lives
It takes for a full realization
Of this reality
A spiritual warrior is always in transition
I'm spending the next few weeks traveling from
Portland to Los Angeles
Maybe on to Peru from there
I plan on writing in realtime
In spacetime, I'll be riffing
Suggestions of where to explore are appreciated
That would put a big smile on my face
I told my Cree friend of this journey
She laughed and called me Thotin
Thotin is wind; wind in all forms
I told her I identified with water
She nixed that:
'water is too predictable, wind is just ****** nuts'
We lol'd
I guess the wind is blowing west
:)
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet?
Everyone knows the extinction's coming, racing towards US from our future,
Seen on the horizon, still, no talk of evolution, adapting to reality,
Not the worldly world of criminal insanity? Non-republican caucasian
Newborns to men who are heterosexual are still neutered as newborns,
Mutilated as toddlers, kids, mass-raped, and every crime done against them
As kids and teens, yet the Roman Catholic Empire doesn't even acknowledge
Their inquisition against them, let alone slow it down, stop it. How is
It that Pope Benedict (Arnold, the Rat...), the last inquisitor, hasn't
Been prosecuted in the ICC? Just so you know, if "...we(e),..." don't
Uninstall RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler from the Blackhouse by 1-21-21, the
United **** of assassins is the new notsee Germany and since it's citizens
Haven't stopped it's Gov't, it must be destroyed at all costs, for life,
Humanity, the Earth, to even exist. Is impeachment peachy keen now?
Do you feel like keeping it in the ground, abolishing fossil fuel use yet?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
MEPHISTOPHELES. Make good use of your time! It hurries past,
But order and method make time last,
So, friend, take my advice to heart:
Hear lectures on logic for a start.
Logic will train your mind all right;
Like inquisitor's boots it will squeeze you tight,,
Your thoughts will learn to creep and crawl
And never lose their way at all,
Not get criss-crossed as now, or go
Will-o'-the-wisping to and fro!
We'll teach you that your process of thinking
Instead of being like eating and drinking,
Spontaneous, instantaneous, free,
Must proceed by one and two and three.
Our thought-machine, as I assume,
Is in fact like a master-weavers loom:
One ****** of his foot, and a thousand threads
Invisibly shift, and hither and thither
The shuttles dart - just one he treads
And a thousand strands all twine together.
In comes your philosopher and proves
It must happen by distinct logical moves:
The first is this, the second is that,
And the third and fourth then follow pat;
If you leave out one or leave out two,
Then neither three nor four can be true.
The students applaud, they all say 'just so!'-
But how to weavers they still don't know.
When scholars study a thing, they strive
To **** it first, if it's alive;
Then they have the parts and they've lost the whole,
For the link that's missing was the living soul.
Encheiresis naturae, says Chemistry now -
Moccking itself without knowing how.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Little brown boys in knee pants
Single file.
Marching forward in reverence and godfear.
Genuflect on left knee.
File in and sit in wooden pews.
Whispering hope resounds irreverently.
on hallowed walls
each word an affront to god.
How do I know?
The sisters told us so.
every Friday. " bless me father for I have sinned"
seven year old. " really".
Crucified idol nailed to a cross.
Kneeling on knobby knees.
conjuring sins.
Ten our fathers and ten hail marys.
neutered males living in denial.
concealed desires cloaked in a Cossack.
cloistered women.
hiding in a habit.
who is ******** whom.
I was ten and the birds and bees
cows and horses, Friends and neighbors
unpulled the wool .
Had to scratch my head a lot
in those formative years.
The Vatican?
First world power.
Inquisitor's tower.
O.K. burn me at the stake.
Heretic.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.?
No. Divinity has a window.
but small.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
Gross exertion, infatuation
Flagellating the root
Of embellished insecurity
Begging for a meal of ashes
Early morning pain, infatuation
A ****** companion's invective
Reminder of our unworthiness
As we consort with teardrops
Inquisitor's interview, infatuation
Smiling torture chamber
Turning idly in hand the implements
That will extract the truth of our ugliness
Gravedigger's labor, infatuation
Burying our faces in clenching fists
Knowing our hearts have finally done it
And sold us out for a smile
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
The bell buzzed like a swarm of bees
as His Truth was said
and the icy cold eyes of the Inquisitor
spoke orders to have the
fate of his
chained hands and shackled feet
rest under a red button.
I want my Defender!
There is no such
I want my Lawyer!
There is no such
I want my Justice!
There is no such
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They gave me up; the children, Hopeless
*There are no such*
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Coke at the fireplace,
sitting in a crowd
It just doesn't stop.
Doesn't quit.
"As long as there's that tic tic followed by that bump"
you sway your hips.
red dress shayshaying against your hips.
soft satin rubbing on that skin of an angel.
it's a black night
in a white light
You don't know what this means quite yet,
but the pulsating beat
tapping on your soles
in the distant city
it beckons for you,
to come out tonight
and dance your way back to it.
It's a white light
actually it's a white light in your eyes now.
that's what happens when you're destined for this part
equip yourself
on this ride
satin feels like a itchy grip now don't it?
but all is better ain't it?
many a hour later
you shall
share with us this splendor
blinding magnificence
for we are the peons
and you are the the great inquisitor
of the abstract blue
slanging rocks,
on the mountain tops.
Should we know better
or shall we know less?
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
I would mistake the Larder from his Pen
If Ten Thousand Scribbles ***** my bruised Draw
Yet to Write for Heart's Writ be condescend
Was ever such Cloaked Definition I saw
And Cloaked I am since the Inquisitor's dare,
Judge my Motives by Inspiration based
That - when Tendered - roast my Tub-Steak's despair
Then slice my Treasured Incense disgraced
So to look at you by Nature un-caught
Then wring such Truth as Based Mortal am I
Repent, then Violate this Sacred Code sought
Proves Expression as Peppered Reporters sigh.
So Blessed you be feign my Scandalous Crew
Regardless of Veins which prove your Blood true.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
She's just a reflection of pain.
Shattered images cast illusions of a broken woman.
Riddled clues screens those who are genuinely intrigue.
The grand inquisitor acts as a gardener
Sorting out the weeds.
It's so confusingly puzzling to me.
I can't put together how I could expected loyalty, from someone who lies to them self. Unfortunately it's just reality.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
Ooh my true faith,
where have you gone
in shadows you left me
when it all went wrong
A weird phenomenon
for me unknown
with all these demons
I stumble upon
As inquisitor of dreams
I must embrace my role
and defeat all evil
just to save your soul
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
We who see to plumb and ponder always turning pebble and stone,cutting to the quick pulling marrow from bone.Why ?
Arrested in time like children asking. The joy of disection. Us who seek.
We pose the querry never content. The puzzled inquisitor.
Poet ?
A frazzled strand on the helix. Pain emmersed ? Love unrequited.
We stand afar and scan the horizons.mark the twain at depths uncharted. WE who are blessed and cursed look deeper and longer at the Gorgon on certain pain.
Poet.seeker
Poet.mind painter.
Poet.mind sailor.
Poet.soul soother
Poet.revelator.
Poet.truth warrior.
Poet. My kin.
Poet.my sister
Poet. My brother.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
initiate
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
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the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
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kkkkkkkkkddddddd KKK dieediediediediedie
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the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
Stolen and offered to Stacie (a message from divinity)
by James Arthur Casey
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
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source code broken
kkkkkkkkkddddddd KKK dieediediediediedie
911911911911911911911911911911911911
the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
To be a poet ?
have the stunt enough and a grit .
to sail in asylum in flora .
to wander through the wilderness of fauna.
run about the hot desert emptiness .
with only one arm: scrap and stylus , but be penniless .
why not be superstitious enough and see ghost .
in every old castle about London and fill Poe 's spirit .
why not be atheist enough as Herman and believe .
that a man is an angel haunted eternally at any live .
by a dreadful monsters but pity out of our control .
oh yes , you should be a poet ; and near the bell and toll.
and the toads' chorus in puddle will sound to you .
as Orpheus ballad with harp and lute .
but you can really live and create life anew .
be a poet ;when the breeze comes you will understand .
its sad moaning or its cheerful chorus as you stand .
the ocean waves will sweep over your soul .
and tell you their sweetest glory or their foul .
be a poet ;you will see that life is but a beauty .
you will sing the pleasant melody of the wind through,
the branches and leaves and feel everything holy .
a glimpse at a Colosseum will reveal you their past folly.
Pompeii 's larva , Trojan's war , gladiator Achilles' heel...
all will defile in lure and you will be a sage inquisitor .
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Drafting a manifesto for an autonomous imperial guard
Inquisitor enclaves in a deep neural cognitive march
A singularity of supremacy, a metaphysical beating heart,
quantum system algorithms weaponizing a dark star
Ignite self, ingest opposition, implement brain delay,
intelligent machines nestled in the spine of human vertebrae
Bimolecular neural networks, a new breed of DNA,
In conclusion, a resolution to delete the human race
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 7:16 PM UTC
I'm not coming back
no more vain rebellions
hello to nothing
from the inquisitor of nothing
no ones home but shapeless shadows
cutting across mysteries
of multiple worlds
an empty head
so patient
ghost moon
my legs aren't tired anymore
here in the undergrowth
of slugs slides and slime
whispering hymns needle green
buoyant belly on the rings of night
libation of death
apprehending the void
dissolving doom broadens to immensity
like a light flicks on
wonder wave
no death for the dead
they could care less
nearby in endlessness
stretched out on a couch
spumed mouth
papyrus frail
creature of black steps
waking will not raise burnt wings
where I lived and was broken
noon day demons lost
I dangle from a nightingale floor
burning hair waves windless
linking one self with the other
like night with day
gales of dreams
falling lulls weave me together
like a thorne bridge knits fate
hand over red hand
mind of winter
now I inhabit you
slain and shaken
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
ALVARADO
Well, now we’ve a translator, we can hear
How much the Mayas hate us.
SANDOVAL We should leave.
As yet, we merely beg to buy their corn,
But fears impel them to combat with us.
We’ve sixty wounded, heat stroke swoons the horse,
And not a flake of gold for all these streams.
Their ruins lurk like wrecks dredged from a swamp.
ALVARADO
A stark reminder for aspiring minds
That cultures often fall as well as rise.
Here comes the father, with our medicine man.
Enter AGUILAR and OLMEDO.
AGUILAR
And so back home the Inquisition, brother,
Still rules the roost?
OLMEDO It does so.
AGUILAR Grim regime!
It clouds the air upon a thousand wings,
Whose shadows spread to pall the gloomy sun.
The cool, luxuriant trees on which it lights,
It dries. How it decays! It browns green grass,
And desolates the leafy countrysides
Until they wither as the Syrian wastes.
OLMEDO So it does.
SANDOVAL [aside] Hark! The moral landslide rumbles.
OLMEDO
Those fires of the Inquisition, lighted
Exclusively to doom the Jews, one day
Are destined to consume their smug oppressors.
SANDOVAL [aside to Alvarado]
He strains a bit to shield the circumcised.
Though I’ve a ***** mouth, my blood is pure.
ALVARADO [aside to Sandoval]
Hush, Sandoval. You go too far.
OLMEDO And you?
Know, Alvarado, there are many men
Who, through misguided zeal- yes, Sandoval-
Convince themselves that they commit no sin
So long as those they **** and violate
Are of a different faith.
ALVARADO It’s not our fault.
I hate the Grand Inquisitor myself.
SANDOVAL
Like any little-loved policing force,
However, it preserves our way of life.
OLMEDO
For its unwanted eye that never slumbers,
Its arm, unseen and ever raised to strike,
Does not o’ercast its gloom on you, but rather
On deviants, foreigners, and heretics.
AGUILAR
It bars all doors of human entry to them-
Marginalized, shorn lambs it ferrets out,
And scapegoats as the enemies of Rome.
Thus, it condemns not only deeds, but thoughts.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
everyone has them
their ***** underwear,
their skeletons in
the closet...
i too have mine,
well, one in particular...
and it goes like this:
- somerset (not cornish)
camembert cheese
- a dash of cinnamon
- honey
- butter
- on toasted tandoor
baked naan bread...
come on! it's cheese!
it's not exactly a comparison between
a ferrari and a porsche!
it's cheese! cheese!
i don't even know whether to call
it a dessert or a starter...
why am i being pedantic
about the cheese?
cornish camembert is harder
than its somerset cousin...
and naan bread?
you really expect me to like
the putrid dough of an english slice
of toast?! **** off!
they just discovered sour-dough...
i'm not toasting this load of
pigeon droppings, moulded
into something resembling
a decent slice of chew...
how many times do i have to say this,
i would not eat in a restaurant
where the chef smoked marijuana...
as i wouldn't trust a skinny chef...
you need palette numbing additives
to explore,
alcohol for the carousel lottery
of ingredients...
and a charred tongue from smoking
cigarettes...
i'm trying to figure out
how french toast came about though...
the recipe was passed down
to me from the film
kramer vs. kramer...
i haven't dared to explore the classic
further.
every time i cook,
i think of being an inquisitor of
anorexia...
last time i heard,
anorexia was like *******
well... something akin to eating
through your nose...
imagine an inquisition
of anorexia, far away from spain,
and then, start cooking -
i'll say, that's better on
the imagination than
the christ metaphor of bread
and wine...
just imagine an anorexic
strapped into a chair
while you start cooking
spaghetti bolognese (e.g.)...
if i see an iron maiden, i'll tell you...
it'll probably be the chattering
jaw of the anorexic
telling me in tongues:
feed the pigs this ****
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
I carried her over the threshold,
her flesh hot,
the bed cold, but it waited for us
patiently.
The inquisitor was born to die, forever
asking questions, why.
We asked again,
the counterpane cut out the night
we saw the light
together.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC