"piousness" poems
She covers for God
Not you
Are you worthy
Of her will to be true?
To the word
As it is written
Not of man
But begotten
Into the cradle
Of our existence
Heard by those
Who lower their resistance
To what is holy
Not on earth
But in heaven
Where a woman’s worth
Is measured
By the blessing
Of her womb
Life-giving and supporting
Each new creation
Equally touched
By the unseen
But untouched
By sin
Until the apple is offered
By the bare flesh
To our sons and daughters
Yes she suffers
Behind the cloak
Of piousness
Wearing its yoke
Until the strength
Of one man’s soul
Reveals itself
To make her whole
As it was intended
For man and woman
But not before
He has proven
His understanding
That a hijab
Is not weakness
But God’s robe
Which he dare part
To find paradise
In the strength
He saw in her eyes
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
*Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall
I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”
Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times."*
- Matthew the Apostle
I
Seventy-seven bottles of gin
lie in the guts of sensuous men;
seventy-seven I forgive you's dissolve
in a fanatical mind's resolve.
II
What offence occurred under Saint Constantine's priggish eye?
Was it specious as a Samian's thigh?
Or Sumerians receiving alien diplomats?
Maybe somewhere far under Moscow Putin's massing cloning vats...
III
Whatever discursive and belligerent milieu
church authority finds most tried and true
seems to be the most important decider
in the future of things like the Large Hadron Collider.
Perhaps, unfoundedly, they find it funny that Higgs
(though it seems much like calling the Liberal Party "Whigs")
is a name shared by a man and a theoretical particle
(though it be libelous in any journalist's article),
and thus label similar advancements as "blasphemous".
I guess that this is what it is: believing just because.
IV
Who can know blasphemy from piousness?
Maybe all Luther did was obfuscate a prior mess.
V
Seventy-seven palm-branch-adorned, donkey-riding kings:
an automatic-ring-making-machine beleaguering proselyte rings.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
Prejudice implications of a zealous mind
Hypocrisy, your piousness defined
Don't explain the visions you claim to see
Omnipotence, embracing the oblique obscurity
So Sick of your fundamental ways ; tried true hypocrite
Don't push your anachronistic views on me ;
I am so sick of it.
Your religious persuasion is just an exchange of confusion
Please keep your hands and thoughts to yourself
Reverent Lip Service, Fanatical Delusion
I am sorry that I gave you the impression that I cared.
Awake, awake my dear when will you awake
Suffering delusions caused by 2000 years of crusades
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
the hand that rubs my body down
is soft: softly veined &
of a powder-white translucence; transcribed
from dover chalks to run down my
chest, backs of my thighs.
the hand that rubs my body down
curves in sweet musics 'round my soul;
the shrill but beaut'ous rasp of skin
on skin
-- of fingertips tracing strange poetry
along my spine.
the hand that rubs my body down
holds in its palm a sacred oil;
anointing me at midnight hour. muted
bewitchments; burns the candle
down to a nub.
the hand that rubs my body down
calls for christ in attics of sunday
afternoon ... crosses its fingers in
spiteful fits
of piousness.
the hand that rubs my body down
takes the shape of golden scarab;
sets aflame my eyes of beaming azure &
finds in me a willing servant.
the hand that rubs my body down
wakes me at dawn, partnered
with an extension of pinpointed
warmth: the touch of her breath upon my cheek.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
to idolize a segregated love
against fear, that knows nothing of failure, hurt, destruction
to cage evil, to make evil, by making cages
and to venerate, righteously, some ideological and illogical heaven
to loose sight, of the dark
and be blinded, in sheer light
is to forget beauty,
real beauty
is lost in piousness
in gross
over simplifications
in staunch
suppositions,
unintelligent
and heartless,
some dreary
mundane
banality;
and to lose beauty,
is to lose life.
without death you are dead
and if there were only good there would be no good at all
and truth is true by falsifiability
never lose sight of the terror
that waxes at beauties heart
with trembling and real love,
shaking for the unshakeable,
and put demons in their place next to angels,
bring shadows to the light,
or you'll know nothing
of great dreams
of shifting colour and hue
and shade and shine
and here we are
and here
we are
I say
give me it all,
I'll refuse nothing,
grant me totality,
hand in hand with
my union-
godly
I am for wholeness-
divided
I am for
the world
I am a lover
feel, I need to feel
I am a lover
sense, I need to sense
I am an artist
see, I need to see
this
reality:
here,
to hide nothing
to hide nothing
to
hide
nothing
and see
forever!
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
You're beautiful
Her heart leaked though sweat soaked pores hardening into
black fragmented biotite to hold her in the prison of her own piousness
Feldspar crystal kneecaps vine intertwining into the lost rock city
Rita was your lascivious sin worth stitching your soul with
Zizyphus Spina Christi to the barren waste lands of your repentance
He kissed you while standing in death's door with sickened veins
You grasped hold and pulled him back from the shadows of the valley
He loved you by the alter of your Father as you bled your tongue in silence
You vowed to lay with no other man than Him almighty
But your vow broke like straw in the sweet summer heat
Now your head remains bowed waiting for your soft breeze of forgiveness
As the ground shifts, as the wind blows
Your body shudders, slipping fragments of your nose, ears, arms, feet, ******* eyes, and fingers slide from you
As your lips crumble to rest upon your thigh
You cry out, vibrations leading to your demise.
Screaming for the ones who have forsaken, weeping for Him who has smited you by turning your soul to stone.
Though it all with in your eternal poignancy, and never ending rage
You're still magnificent.
I don't believe that shall come to pass.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Falling
indomitable,
but so naive;
They told me that they wanted the best for me,
they asked me to believe them,
so I did.
Seraphic voices
taught me I’d be nothing without them
only a blank page,
only a waste of space
So I swallowed my pride
and accepted what I was taught to believe
the voices in my head were relentless
Ambitious as ever,
I raised my voice
but they were quick to hush me
I was told to follow,
to step down from my pedestal;
No one likes raw, uncensored words,
So I did as I was taught.
Escape
Beatific at first
but now so warped,
distorted
blurry figures in my peripheral vision
threatening to leave when I needed them most;
My precious voices
I held on
oh, so dearly
the creator of my own catastrophe,
I built my own cage.
Blissful with them
Miserable without;
Despised for my piousness,
I set myself on fire
for their comic relief.
Struggling to breathe
I was told I could have the world
but not the truth,
never the truth;
There is no escape.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
I don't remember half the **** i said,
nor do i remember half the **** i did.
But i do remember the only way i could even function without you.
One beer in one hand and a shot in the other
was the only way to truly numb the pain.
All of that just to be able to get out of bed
after sleeping for 20-30 minutes a night,
without being soaked and shaking in desperation that is.
I do remember smiling, singing, and dancing during the day,
until the night stole my happiness away;
with a piousness liquid and drugs
i was aware/unaware i had par taken in.
I remember my motto became "Oh well." and "Who cares."
I don't remember the pain in your eyes when i'd walk away
leaving a foul stench behind me.
My mind had taken control
while my addition had swallowed me whole.
I don't even remember caring, if i could help it.
I left the few small pieces of my heart and soul in you safe warm home.
I do however remember almost dying in detox.
I will never forget the violent shakes, ***** and heaves, barely being able to breathe for hours on end;
being so close to death i could taste the dark dryness.
The utter hopelessness had taken me to the point that i started praying to a god I had no belief in
to end it all.
Broken beyond repair as i pulled out my hair,
hollow screams escaped into something less than the molecules in the air.
Yet here i sit today, still ******* in tobacco smoke
waiting, always waiting.
But what exactly am i waiting for?
For this incurable disease to take control once more?
I have never been know for letting myself be happy for too long.
Or is this really my first real chance at a fresh start with a mature mind?
Time will tell with many known/unknown colors, I suppose.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Eager man
to prove piousness
when he’d not one per cent.
Liking way
he sounded to himself
on and on he went.
Not meaning to
inconvenience oneself,
no interruption lent.
Held possession
of microphone from
assembly, church and tent.
Gifted as
he was it seemed
parishioners drifted off.
He lifted hands
as she day-dreamed
and held back her soft cough.
“Ahem,”
preacher’s wife did utter
as last one did run off.
“Amen to
less the said,” said one
as labor to impress bring scoff.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
there’s an emptiness that
consumes the world,
like a newborn babe does her
mother’s *******
it needs the force of life -
to become a weapon for death;
as it kills the light switch
in the warehouse of hope;
as the sound of darkness
blinds even the bats;
as the echoes of piousness sink
to turn lawless mercenaries;
as the lantern flickers off
to the heaving of hedonism
that spawns in the void -
dark, and unconquerable.
until someone strikes a match.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 10:03 AM UTC
I solemnly worship in all my piousness;
you have my loyalty.
My adherence is yours, Lady and Lord, what is my duty to you?
Need I give gold, need I give blood?
Need I give life, need I die?
My oath, to you, I shall not adjourn Fate; you have my piety.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC