"nazareth" poems
This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect
God’s ****** Gone is a great while, and she
Dwelt young in Nazareth of Galilee.
Unto God’s will she brought devout respect,
Profound simplicity of intellect,
And supreme patience. From her mother’s knee
Faithful and hopeful; wise in charity;
Strong in grave peace; in pity circumspect.
So held she through her girlhood; as it were
An angel-water’d lily, that near God
Grows and is quiet. Till, one dawn at home,
She woke in her white bed, and had no fear
At all,—yet wept till sunshine, and felt aw’d:
Because the fulness of the time was come.
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When the Lord created heaven and earth,
he created men.
They became our four fathers
who had the authority to rule over all that crawled on this earth.
They were told to be fruitful and mutlipy,
and they bore us.
Their dominion passed on to us.
While yet his commandments we abused.
But the Lord said unto us,
no weapon formed against us will prosper.
And every tongue that rised against us in judgement he condemned.
Our sins redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
he left all this as our heritage,
and our righteousness in him we found.
His breath bestowed in us,
his glory seen in us,
he knew in us our mothers' womp,
and in every hand he laid a different heritage.
A heritage of his grace,
his wisdom,
and knowledge.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Ash to mouth
divide north and south
east and west,
shout with class of Scout
let it out with griffin clout
we here we out , hear me out
— rhymes in time without
silent shrines to mime
cleared the crowd
covered eyes and mouth
over body desert shroud
if vengeance is your business
then from swords to plow
en lakesh
an eye for an eye binds
the all to be blind
but you can’t unsee the signs
no thoughts unclouded by loss
out the window I toss
mosaic fragments that cost
health and awesome sauce
Nazareth gutted commandments
by anarchy spelled
disaster after culture
massive ego it swell
up the road ahead a pit depress the juncture
so we spit the dirt divide just to touch the other
from pup to wolf so many bites, a pitted puncture
so much disfunct the fight till all be winded lungs sir
you can run
but from
gamma ray
you no hide
passed a black hole
wand inside
a body died
but it’s alright
(it’s heaven sight
till Zombie night )
animate dead necromantic black ring
the rhythm of life and death a chronic swing
the pendulum blade cross over cosmic skin
consciousness draw out from within
traced the win which wound round tat to skeleton
a dusty tome bound and crafted man
medicine subtracted by the head that spin
in the sky and its happening, blessen-ings
the miracle is mystery u cant guess it
talking 3 eye see
talking vip
climb high as canopy
walking so
my shadow lands under me.
ten toes touch to the dusty roads
when toads appear throats close
mighta had the Midas touch
still the golden one
was too much to flush
you might live in Laos
you my livid crowd
you might live it now
neva hit my limit how
cause you live in now
when you wake up proud
timid mind plowed
divid-dine fill the cloud
insta crowd wowed
this I vowed
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
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At least—to pray—is left—is left—
Oh Jesus—in the Air—
I know not which thy chamber is—
I’m knocking—everywhere—
Thou settest Earthquake in the South—
And Maelstrom, in the Sea—
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth—
Hast thou no Arm for Me?
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On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travelers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end
Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the ****** suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.
Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.
Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city’s guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill
A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey’s end
Finally found a place to rest!
An interim home away from home
Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.
But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night
Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime
Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbor the crowd
Mary and Joseph, though dejected,
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked,
To ease the strain on Mary’s face
“Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us”!
Mary smiled a gentle smile,
Humored by her husband’s jest
Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child,
The great Redeemer to all Mankind
The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
I'm told a man from Nazareth
a carpenter, had planned His death
from somewhere way before the birth of time
would be a thing worth finishing
for none could wear His wedding ring
until the final pardon for their crime.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
And taken from the midst of sin
an undeserving place I'm in
beneath the cross, I stare up at The One
whose blood poured down that gruesome day
in pain the man was heard to say
with his last breath, "That's it, My Work is Done." *
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
They took his body torn and dead
removed the thorns which pierced his head
and crying for this Man they'd come to love
wrapped him gently in the way
as was the custom of the day
without a doubt, they questioned God above.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Now placed inside a darkened tomb
and sealed in stone by soldiers whom
could not be caught asleep lest they would pay
but something happened as He planned
His tomb was somehow left unmanned
as angels rolled the stone aside that day.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
So WHO IS THIS who claims to save
in three days risen from the grave
who paid a debt which we could n'er afford~
now written into history
He wrote the world a mystery
and solved it one day, cause that's my Lord.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Fulfilling every prophecy
the Only One my heart can see
is Jesus Christ, be sure you cannot hide
you'll face Him on your dying day
my One True Love who's made a way
to cover and protect his precious bride!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
These are my knees
Lord
Cracked in a daily attempt to win your affection
These are my hands
Dear Jesus
Callused by one another in an oft futile longing for an answer
This is my throat
All Mighty God
Made rasp and torn from a constant calling of your praises
This is my neck
Oh Holiest of Holies
Strained in a forever upward gaze searching nightly for a sign
And these are my eyes
Son of God
Charged with searching for you in the stars
With directing my feet towards the purpose you have given me
Oh Lord
These are my eyes thought blinded after years of failing to find my path in the constellations
But blind these eyes are not
Oh Sacred Lamb
For these eyes
Creator of all that is good
See the bunions on these feet from a lifetime of walking atop your great magnificent earth
In an effort to survive
And these knuckles Carpenter of Nazareth
Are bloodied by the labors of man, for men, for the service of man's world
And this tongue, not of Satan, but of your creation
Oh Lord
Is twisted in a defense of my undying devotion to your love and to your empathy
And this back
Oh Heavenly Father
Has been made *******
Not from the weight of your cross in an attempt to share the burden of your sacrifice
No Lord
This back is broken from the weight of being a father to man
From the burden of society
And from the weight of the home I keep
Though I would never
Lord
Son of God
Question your ways
As mysterious as they seem
As they are your ways
Creator
Guiding Light of Man
Nor would I have the gal to belittle the accomplishments of our Savior the Lord Jesus Christ
I must ask with my knees planted firmly in the earth
My hands clasped
And my gaze towards you
Oh Lord
Son of God
Holy Shepherd
What good are the golden streets of heaven if my feet can not walk them
And what of the beauty in the pearly gates if my back can not afford the strength to open them
And lord how could I ever face you if my knees
The knees from which I pray
Oh Holiest of Holies
Creator of the moon and the stars the heavens and the earth
How could I ever face you if my knees can no longer kneel before the feet of my King
I could never
I would rather stand in the face of Lucifer himself
Than fail to kneel before the will of my God
For that I could never do
And what then
Lord
What would you have of me then
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
I.
I wake up, wake up, as if
hearing the solitary leaves fall
in the breeze
in this late night:
Is that you? My pulse,
freezes for a moment.
Or just
a face in the crowd?
Did you not die?
or did I
wish you out of my life?
Is this, a nightmare?
Or just
my fragmented plane?
II.
Come, friend, let me inspect your wounds:
ah, have they healed well!
You have always been
a sort of miracle-worker.
What was the need for all that pain then?
Oh those carefree
days bygone of Nazareth!
Where we learned
to chisel our destiny.
And ran after severed kites floating away
in the dust winds.
What was
his name who we learned
Aleph from?
III.
Oh this pain:
of life, growing out,
growing out
like a sapling out of
a crack crumbling
out of an ancient wall:
do the skies weep out
in commiseration now at our fate?
I hugged an ideal;
and now I am outcasted.
And I am outcasted.
IV.
Do you hang on your
Tesseract
my friend, broadcasting
your assumed pain about
in the four dimensions?
I know them four well.
Three of space
and the fourth, of pain:
pain, concealed, hidden
in our
cursed world of normal dimensions
V.
Who do we change?
Do we change?
Isn't all change death?
Die, die, I die:
Die, friend! Die, Relation!
And now
in the darkness I am awake
counting
the shadows of falling leaves.
Why am I alone
in this deep night? Where kin
mine own? Is that you,
that face, the
face I saw in the crowd?
Did you not die? I heard of it.
Never gathered the courage
to come, see for myself.
VI.
What was
his name who we learned of
Eli and Abraham from?
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
Run to Jesus Christ of Nazareth
For He loves you
It’s not too late
For you Christians
Who live in sin
And are unrepentant
For the Christian
Who is lukewarm
These are the end of days
Massive earthquakes
Are coming
To the east coast
And the west coast
Massive tsunamis
As well
Repent repent
Turn to Jesus Christ of Nazareth
You do not want to end up in hell
Large judgements are coming
To the ***** of Babylon
The sins of this nation
Have reached the Holy One of Israel
Jesus Christ of Nazareth
I pray that those lukewarm Christians
Will repent and seek the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth
When they see the judgements
Of the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth
The ***** of Babylon America
Will eventually be destroyed in one hour
Obama will be back as leader
Of the global government
As the antichrist
Do not take the mark of the beast
Or bow down to the image of the beast
Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Is Lord of Lords and King of Kings
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
They are not "aliens"
They are the Nephilim
Interdimensional creatures
The fallen ones
The mark of the beast
Will contain Nephilim DNA
Most people of the world
Have no understanding
Regarding spiritual matters
The worldwide disinformation program
Nears its completion
Don't open up your homes
To the Nephilim
They will claim to be the saviors of mankind
They are filthy liars
And they will burn in the lake of fire
With their father, satan
Jesus of Nazareth Is Lord
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Gethsemane
Butterflies, fawns, the quiet trickle of a nearby stream.
Apostles argue.
Again
Some want pizza
Others teriyaki
A few want pastrami from Moshe's Deli in Nazareth
"Brothers. Time is short," said Jesus quietly,
"Let us not argue. I have brought a potato. Let us share."
The Apostles look at each other in dismay.
A potato?
What is this another f*cking parable?
They were hungry and impatient.
"Look JC," said Simon
"You're the Messiah and all, but we were hoping for something a little
more substantial."
"I bid you peace, Brother," said Jesus, covering the potato with a plain cloth.
He began the customary blessing for this type of food.
The Apostles bowed their heads respectfully.
One by one they closed their eyes in prayer
Sanctifying the simple meal that was before them.
Minutes passed
Stomachs growled
Apostles began to fidget.
Without warning Jesus shouted,
"Chabada Kedavra,"
and lifted the cloth, revealing a whole roasted chicken beneath.
The Apostles clapped their hands in delight at Jesus' latest miracle.
"Faith feeds us in many ways," said Jesus.
"Amen," said the Apostles in unison....
Completely missing
The KFC bag
That Jesus was sliding
under the table
with his sandaled foot.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
I met a girl named Abigail
Who I spent with a couple of nights
She wore horse hair for her raincoat
And paper cuts for eyes
She was born in a manger
Beneath the donkey's bray
Then ran off with the sandman
That the inn had turned away
I met her in Nazareth
Weeping like a warring dove
Her sighs were angels dying
Her tears were Noah's flood
I never called her beautiful
I never gave her my name
For in the moment my lips had parted
My tongue had caught aflame
I became her Christmas ornament
Made of paper mache
But it'd been a cold Christmas
And she kept the cold at bay
She read the Bible to me
As I turned my blood into wine
Our idle hands locked in lust
Just sinners in our prime
She sewed me a crow
Her thumbs like Mistress Miller
But when the crow pulled out its filling
She became as tortured as a killer
The last thing about her I remember
Before that bird plucked out my sight
Was it before me with broken wings
And a crucifix cut in the dying light
When I took to my deathbed
She gave me a hymn from her harp
Her fingers moved like Lazarus
And her stories broke my heart
The notes were my gallows
The chords like a firing squad
But she waited with a smile
To deliver me to God
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 8:42 AM UTC
Soaring little swallow, what do you see?
Enroute to Bethlehem from Nazareth,
love’s silhouette, encasing holy breath—
a pair of weary travelers, but three.
Awestruck little swallow, what see you now?
Angelic chorus singing Peace is here!
as shepherds shake in sacred, wondrous fear,
then rush to find a babe and to Him bow.
Resting little swallow, can you see more?
Great star shines brightly ‘gainst the darkened sky
while newborn Light breaks through an infant‘s cry—
God‘s brilliance swaddled, cradled, helpless, poor.
This babe you see in livestock manger lain
created you and does your life sustain.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
What was it like that very first Christmas? Cold, dark, ***** and smelly, but through all of that, the shining light, the fire of the Holy Spirit and the one who would reach through our dirtiness and smelliness to cleanse the world was born. There was peace, there was joy, there was love and most of all there was hope. Shepherds came from the fields nearby who, upon seeing the star and hearing the heaven's proclaim the good news of great joy, came swiftly to pay homage to the baby king. Born so low so to connect with us and our humanity and in order that he might one day be raised so as to raise us up to more than we can be. The journey to Bethlehem was long and hard. Did you know, did you have any idea what was going to happen to your baby boy? All that he was to do and all that he had to suffer? All of this happened so quickly. There wasn't any time to process any of it. Thinking about t, I am so overwhelmed and I didn't even go through it. But you, a young simple girl, kept all these things and silently reflected on the in your heart. How often do we hear news of something good or bad and simply react without thinking? Or how many of us take the time after a retreat, after being on the mountaintop with God, take the time to keep all these wonderful powerful moments and reflect on them in order to bring them with us back to the valley of our everyday lives? How many of us take the time to reflect on what we learned and try to apply that to our lives and help us to mature and grow as your son did at the home in Nazareth in stature and favor with both God and man? Mary, mother of God, help us to imitate your example and pause for a few moments to take in all that is around us and reflect on these things in our hearts and in our lives. Be with us, pray for us, and hold us in your arms and close to you always. We love you Mary. Thank you for your "Yes" and your incredible faith. May we have the grace and strength and courage to do the same. We ask this and all things through Christ our Lord, AMEN.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
Sun begins its rise, taking baton from setting moon
Freak closes curtain, sealing darkness within his room
Compulsive habits draw and push, metering this tune
Addict sees the devil, meandering wide labyrinth
Drunkard finds green fairy within precious Absinthe
Religious zeal is just a steal from place called Nazareth
Judging from the junkies, who line up on the street
Methadone clinics make perfect meet and greet
Cops are robbers, faking stats, keeping rule of their own beat
Faithful followers of god-pill-poppers do it just the same
All the people seeking steeples, much, much the same
When will devotee know a drug by any godly name?
It all goes round and in this town, martyrs everywhere
Adhering doom upon a tomb, getting closer there
What we don’t know is soon to show a resemblance of somewhere
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
* Fashionably Unexpected*
the devil had arrived but as the sun was at it's peak
the invitation was for nine, but in the evening
of next week...
he was naked save the toga, and his flaxen locks of gold
and a massive crop of wings, slightly mussed; -
adroitly posed.
i had just been in the garden, plucking apples from a limb
with my pruning shears and sherry
and no clue it might be him....
but there i stood astounded, having thought -
" I heard the bell ? "
and again
by ' Who'd ' Come knocking
on my mallet chain
from Hell.
the devil held a mirror and a silver box, ornate
with the likeness of a lotus and an acorn
on a plate...
the gilding was perfection, and the mirror was opaque
but the fallen one was flawless
as the smile upon
his face...
and how i broke the silence in my simple garden threads
was to ramble at the Serpent
as I handed him a Jacket.
Amused by my conceit that any custom i condone
were applied with an epoxy
Only carpenters from Rome, that were spotless and
And from Nazareth
with a Father
and a Ghost -
A Mother without Blemish
and Disciples in a grove...
And blessed be
the Mercy of the Lending
of the glue
by the resurrected Handy Man
and King of
all the Jews !
The Morningstar obliged!
But held the blazer
in rebuke
He grimaced His Displeasure
And instantly
for proof
He dismembered my regalia
and assembled it anew
Into such a splendid Toga
There was nothing
I could do -
but simply step aside
as all the sting
had let the ruse.
I received the Prince of Darkness
Wearing gloves and dirt and boots
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
In a foreign land,
over two thousand years ago,
there lived a man,
whom the world would come to know.
Raised out of Nazareth,
his humble place of birth,
tasked with spreading words of love,
and of peace throughout the Earth.
Many were his deeds,
and so timeless and true his word,
that he changed the shape of the world,
for those who saw and heard.
He challenged the authority,
of those who then held sway,
by telling common people that through his Father,
there lay a better way.
Challenged by his word,
and fearing influence on the wane,
by deceit and lie,
they sought to take control back again.
Despite his deeds and truth,
evident in what he taught,
by deception, lies and betrayal,
he was rounded up and caught.
In a trial that found no arguement,
to undermine what he had said,
he was sentenced to crucifixion,
nailed on a cross until he was dead.
I am sure you know the rest,
of how on the third day he did rise,
and you have seen our world still battling,
against the hate and all the lies.
On this very weekend, remember,
this man from long ago I beg,
for there is much more to this remembrance,
than the chocolate in your egg.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
The Museum of the Bible is a must to see
It’s everything that it is supposed to be
It’s narration in making the Bible come to life
The feeling is like an aroma of spice
The Museum is the beauty that brings contrast of fantastic and gothic accord
Yet the Museum emphasizes the life of the Lord
The Museum of the Bible portrays the beginning when the Earth was in Darkness
Then suddenly the feeling of light that God said let be
A journey through Nazareth and the Red Sea
One can only imagine
Written words with a joyous voice
Verses upon verses offering a spiritual choice
Yes I am talking about the Holy Bible
Spiritual novel with an inspiring uplift
The blessing becomes the World’s Gift
Throughout the Museum of the Bible, you will hear various stories
But it all is surrounded in the Lord’s Glory
But there is a Behold
It’s how the Museum of the Bible makes the public take hold
So the Museum is a place to see
You won’t be bored when you visit
It’s a place of opportunity
It’s coming together as people being unity
The Museum of the Bible in Washington, DC being that city
Understanding and knowledge reigns supreme
It’s exploration through religious history being the theme.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
**a person can do is
PRAY**
*this is a prayer i lift up through
the Spirit for a friend
he has asked me to post it
it is for his mom who's just had
an MRI - they found a
shadow on her liver - a tumor
her lower lungs are
compromised as well
she has hairline fractures
in her spine and is in pain
she's 88 years old
and very frail
she couldn't handle chemo
or surgery
she hardly eats and needs
to gain weight
she's very forgetful
and emotionally needy
my friend is her caregiver
he needs prayer, too
good wishes are appreciated as well*
JEHOVAH GOD*
CREATOR
I come humbly before your throne
dependant upon You
in my weak humanity
I glorify You and praise You
knowing YOU are in control and
can do ALL THINGS in Your time
**YOUR KINGDOM COME
YOUR WILL BE DONE**
in our fragile human vessels
and in the world
as is done in heaven
THANK YOU
for every blessing You have bestowed
upon me and my family and friends
today i come before You
with needs for another and his mom
i remind You of what Your Word says
Your covenant to me as a believer
*"For I will restore health unto thee
and I will heal thee of thy wounds
saith the Lord...
Jeremiah 30:17*
many other scriptures confess healing
YOU ARE OUR GREAT PHYSICIAN
I pray healing over my friend and his mom
from the top of their heads
to the tip of their toes
*PHYSICAL
EMOTIONAL
MENTAL
PSYCHOLOGICAL
SPIRITUAL
FINANCIAL
SOCIAL
let every aspect of their humanity be
WHOLE - HEALED - DELIVERED
Your will be done
FORGIVE ME MY TRANSGRESSIONS
AS I FORGIVE THOSE WHO HAVE
HURT ME**
deliver me not into the hands of
the evil one that he can cause
trials to come my way
that can cause me to stumble
**NO, NOT ME OR ANYONE I AM
PRAYING FOR
YOU GET ALL THE PRAISE AND GLORY!
YOURS IS THE KINGDOM
THE POWER
THE GLORY
FOREVER AND EVER!
*IN THE NAME OF
JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH*
AMEN**
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Things are coming
Events are coming
The Day of the Lord is at hand.
The sun shall be turned into darkness,
And the moon into blood,
Before the great and notable day of the Lord
And it shall come to pass at the same time when Gog shall come against the land of Israel, saith the Lord GOD, that my fury shall come up in my face.
The nations who will invade Israel
Are already allied
Iran, Russia, and Turkey
Now would be a good time to seek Lord Yeshua
It is late in the age
U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln will be sunk
A fiery trigger event will follow
Economic collapse
Civil strife
Marshall Law
United Nations security forces
The beast from the sea
Barack Obama
Will come to the forefront
Here In America
Quantum computers
Connected to 5G
RFID
Massive amounts of data stored
A "hive mind"
Will be created.
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand,
The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:
The time of Jacob's trouble is at hand.
This is a time of testing
The faith of many will become more precious
Some will abandon the Lord
And others will draw closer to Him
Seek the Lord Jesus with all your heart and mind
Yeshua of Nazareth is Lord
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
This year has stopped my tongue.
This one is wet.
The last one was dry.
The next one will be dry again.
Somebody will say something
that curls, and curls,
and grows
and turns out to be nothing.
A red light will beckon and then disappear.
We will want, often, to be merely warm.
A blue light will beckon and become everything:
world, water, Great Wall
and a distant fleck of radiation in the void.
Nothing moves at that distance -
Nazareth as seen by the angel -
and we may feel for a while
like we fit
we can love
we are deserved.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
The fire was stolen.
It was never truly meant
to be ours, though we relished
in the flame. We sat close as
heat rippled off into our chests
and into our souls. You sat
closer than I. The fire was never
meant to be stolen. I couldn’t hide
my inability to contain it. Soon forests
were ablaze with such ferocity you could
barely even cry. I never wanted it.
I thought it would secure us energy
for an eternity of life. It managed us
a cross to bear.
Once caught, I stood awaiting trial
as Jesus of Nazareth,
quiet, unyielding. I apologized to you
but I never can take back what I have
wrought, be it this life or another.
There is little apology to be found here.
There is only guilt, for a flaw that
has held me here, trapped against
the rocks, for centuries. The vulture
pulls at my flesh, night after night
as I strain against the chains.
I thought you might be the
one to break them.
I thought, perhaps love is all that is
necessary. I was proven wrong.
The vultures feed at my flesh
even now, as we squabble over
who shall be
burnt under the fires yet.
I am done with the vulture
eating at insides every night.
I am done with the vulture
casting blame on good intention,
like spilled blood on clean sheets.
This is Prometheus broken free.
Chains cast a hold no longer,
and the flame that once brought
freedom now stifles and chokes
deep within my throat.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC