"mesiah" poems
Bless this dusty bookcase
Where they prey
And lie in waiting;
Bound in pages brown
and fading. Fed off tremors
Echoed from the desperate hand
That made them.
Bless the poem that's forsaken
By the tongue that begs to taste
Words written for false promises--
Dipped in cedar, dripping rhythm--
Unfurled to breathe florescent lighting
Of a library that's spent decades
Searching for a new way to say forgotten.
Heirloomed ink is grave-worm risen.
Bless this second coming
But expect to find no Mesiah here.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
So subtle was the messenger's words,
I am no prophecy,
But an enclosed letter with words of ardent sadness.
I am no Human either,
I meant to say you the perspective.
I am no bird no animal,
not even the oxygen you breathe,
I am no woman you lust for,
in your lucid ******* dream.
I am just the truth that time has sent me to creed.
for you pray your god for your good ,
blame him for your curse.
The lies you see through,
the rumors like cheese lands that you spread.
I am no mesiah sent by your god.
I am the words that time has entitled me to breach
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
Be still when you feel like shaken.
Resist the thougth of sadness or you will be taken.
If life tries to hurt you try not to stumble.
Each time a thorn ****** you , you should not crumble.
No pain can linger in a strong hearted soul.
Christ is with you and with his all.
Embrace him well and you shall not fall.
New light always comes during sunrise.
Open your love to the one true christ.
Vast as the universe he knows it all.
Even in darkness he'll make you stand tall.
Lean only on the god almighty.
And he shall bless you with countless bounty
Leap with your faith unto the lord
Even ****** would lose with his demon hordes.
Defy evil and believe the mesiah.
Deny old lucy and praise queen maria.
And all will be well according to isiah.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC