"judases" poems - Hello Poetry

*Feelin’ like a new model keepin’ thoughts in a safe Nothin’ but new beginnings while maintainin’ the faith Of better days ahead, walkin’ away instead The world on my shoulders while walkin’ on eggshells Difficult steps lead to redemption, no need for attention Dowsin’ my sorrows in drinks with a fear of reinvention Weakened souls lackin’ ambition – ones that we attend to Distracted by the means to makin’ profit Pharaohs and kings reach Ozymandias Castle of the manliest reduced to rubble Inspiration's a privilege, the uninitiated struggle Lookin’ to the stars closer to Mercury Celebrating longer than a single anniversary Build the padlocked building blocks of the brain, preventin’ burglary Intellect protection needs remedial advancement Followin' the lessons and morals of real testaments Crimson waters divided by Moses, halving the sea Aidin’ people across, the shepherd leadin’ the sheep Heated cycle of violence by disciples De-escalated by the sacred teachings of the bible Able to color-code their understandin’ with a cipher Gifted in nature, minus robotics turnin’ sentient* WE MARCH! *Hand-in-hand in unison! A unit full of sin But we protect the world from Judases, Our doubts are in the wind A state of peace we feel the crew is in The rest will follow soon, Our inner voice of hate is ludicrous It sings a hollow tune. Leavin' this place without askin' just where the exit is, Keep a steady pace as we're headin' right into exodus. Lessons are taught to help you rise from the fall, Nirvana awaitin' – you better answer the call.*

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC

cyrus-gold

Exodus

*Feelin’ like a new model keepin’ thoughts in a safe Nothin’ but new beginnings while maintainin’ the faith Of better days ahead, walkin’ away instead The world on my shoulders while walkin’ on eggshells Difficult steps lead to redemption, no need for attention Dowsin’ my sorrows in drinks with a fear of reinvention Weakened souls lackin’ ambition – ones that we attend to Distracted by the means to makin’ profit Pharaohs and kings reach Ozymandias Castle of the manliest reduced to rubble Inspiration's a privilege, the uninitiated struggle Lookin’ to the stars closer to Mercury Celebrating longer than a single anniversary Build the padlocked building blocks of the brain, preventin’ burglary Intellect protection needs remedial advancement Followin' the lessons and morals of real testaments Crimson waters divided by Moses, halving the sea Aidin’ people across, the shepherd leadin’ the sheep Heated cycle of violence by disciples De-escalated by the sacred teachings of the bible Able to color-code their understandin’ with a cipher Gifted in nature, minus robotics turnin’ sentient* WE MARCH! *Hand-in-hand in unison! A unit full of sin But we protect the world from Judases, Our doubts are in the wind A state of peace we feel the crew is in The rest will follow soon, Our inner voice of hate is ludicrous It sings a hollow tune. Leavin' this place without askin' just where the exit is, Keep a steady pace as we're headin' right into exodus. Lessons are taught to help you rise from the fall, Nirvana awaitin' – you better answer the call.*

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If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong. Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief. The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed this very day stirs the cauldron of war to reset empire Still, foxly friends of tyranny, who stab at weak democracy praise the czar's autocracy, and mock free speech with treachery. As modern judases, riding limitless swells of fortune, tease simple mobs our old republic stagers and fades, mortally wounded by hypocrisy. Perhaps, someday, freedom’s autopsy will show what transpired, but if you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.

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Feb 22, 2022

Feb 22, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC

anaisvionet

false prophecies

If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong. Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief. The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed this very day stirs the cauldron of war to reset empire Still, foxly friends of tyranny, who stab at weak democracy praise the czar's autocracy, and mock free speech with treachery. As modern judases, riding limitless swells of fortune, tease simple mobs our old republic stagers and fades, mortally wounded by hypocrisy. Perhaps, someday, freedom’s autopsy will show what transpired, but if you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.

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We are creatures of habit, believe this is true. For we are the sum of the things that we do. So if I adopt the thousand yard stare, Who will I be but the mask that I wear? What would I be but the role that I act? A remorseless killer, devoid of tact, For fear that through kindness his weakness will show, So the spaces between him and others would grow, As if to match the point of his focus. His thoughts all bearing an inward locus. His life desolate, its body cold, Loving no one, and growing old. Just as well I could try on a charming smile, The kind that says, “Sit down, stay a while.” And as with a fire, others would find it meet, To huddle around me and draw on my heat. Assuming that there was some magic within, Causing my cheeks defy gravity with a grin, As if to propagate life’s paradox, Who with ironical grin entropy mocks, As a river flowing against an eddy, Removing its basis when conditions are ready. This in mind, clever Judases would know, That through my kindness, my weakness would show. So which should I wear, Thalia, Melpomene, Exists there a mean between your extremes? Whichever the case, this much we should trust: That what we do without urging, speaks most of us.

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Nov 12, 2014

Nov 12, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC

ryan-hall

Balance

We are creatures of habit, believe this is true. For we are the sum of the things that we do. So if I adopt the thousand yard stare, Who will I be but the mask that I wear? What would I be but the role that I act? A remorseless killer, devoid of tact, For fear that through kindness his weakness will show, So the spaces between him and others would grow, As if to match the point of his focus. His thoughts all bearing an inward locus. His life desolate, its body cold, Loving no one, and growing old. Just as well I could try on a charming smile, The kind that says, “Sit down, stay a while.” And as with a fire, others would find it meet, To huddle around me and draw on my heat. Assuming that there was some magic within, Causing my cheeks defy gravity with a grin, As if to propagate life’s paradox, Who with ironical grin entropy mocks, As a river flowing against an eddy, Removing its basis when conditions are ready. This in mind, clever Judases would know, That through my kindness, my weakness would show. So which should I wear, Thalia, Melpomene, Exists there a mean between your extremes? Whichever the case, this much we should trust: That what we do without urging, speaks most of us.

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AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD) If I were Shakespeare I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth? Fallen creation! What hast thou done? Abel’s blood laments from the ground Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps Calling in the deepest seas Yet creation joys at its screams and groans Blood and bones spread like a red carpet Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Brothers butchering each other over stolen money Babies murdered in the name of abortion Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck Oceans are dump sites for human carcases Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls Alters covered with ***** and blood Bribery has become the order of the day Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become! Authored outside the garden of Eden Anger and heartlessness have become a burden The love for money has made hearts to harden With personal pockets to fatten Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds My soul weeps tears of blood Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around My voice is bubbling within me I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Judases creeping in the shadows Like giant monsters Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets The church is silent A sleeping lion! A toothless bull dog Blood stained tithes and offerings Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated Children are fatherless and mothers are childless The rich are heartless The heirs are senseless Crying is useless They deem Christianity meaningless Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness Leaders are foreign to selflessness Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand Who is the first born of all creation? Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns! Oh Akeldama!

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC

onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu

AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD)

AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD) If I were Shakespeare I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth? Fallen creation! What hast thou done? Abel’s blood laments from the ground Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps Calling in the deepest seas Yet creation joys at its screams and groans Blood and bones spread like a red carpet Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Brothers butchering each other over stolen money Babies murdered in the name of abortion Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck Oceans are dump sites for human carcases Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls Alters covered with ***** and blood Bribery has become the order of the day Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become! Authored outside the garden of Eden Anger and heartlessness have become a burden The love for money has made hearts to harden With personal pockets to fatten Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds My soul weeps tears of blood Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around My voice is bubbling within me I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Judases creeping in the shadows Like giant monsters Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets The church is silent A sleeping lion! A toothless bull dog Blood stained tithes and offerings Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated Children are fatherless and mothers are childless The rich are heartless The heirs are senseless Crying is useless They deem Christianity meaningless Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness Leaders are foreign to selflessness Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand Who is the first born of all creation? Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns! Oh Akeldama!

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A bare corridor Death exits frowning Gilding her indecision Judases keening laments Mangled notes offering pause Quarantined rage simmers Tasting untapped violence With xeric yearning Zestless

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Jan 5, 2021

Jan 5, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC

TheDurhamScribbler

To The End

A bare corridor Death exits frowning Gilding her indecision Judases keening laments Mangled notes offering pause Quarantined rage simmers Tasting untapped violence With xeric yearning Zestless

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