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"priesthood" poems

From the French of François Villon Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where’s Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere— She whose beauty was more than human?— But where are the snows of yester-year? Where’s Heloise, the learned nun, For whose sake Abeillard, I ween, Lost manhood and put priesthood on? (From Love he won such dule and teen!) And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack’s mouth down the Seine?— But where are the snows of yester-year? White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies, With a voice like any mermaiden— Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine— And that good Joan whom Englishmen At Rouen doomed and burned her there— Mother of God, where are they then?— But where are the snows of yester-year? Nay, never ask this week, fair lord, Where they are gone, nor yet this year, Except with this for an overword— But where are the snows of yester-year?

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Ballad Of Dead Ladies

From the French of François Villon Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where’s Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere— She whose beauty was more than human?— But where are the snows of yester-year? Where’s Heloise, the learned nun, For whose sake Abeillard, I ween, Lost manhood and put priesthood on? (From Love he won such dule and teen!) And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack’s mouth down the Seine?— But where are the snows of yester-year? White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies, With a voice like any mermaiden— Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine— And that good Joan whom Englishmen At Rouen doomed and burned her there— Mother of God, where are they then?— But where are the snows of yester-year? Nay, never ask this week, fair lord, Where they are gone, nor yet this year, Except with this for an overword— But where are the snows of yester-year?

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Jesus runs in Everglades, Mohammed climbs the roof The Angels stamp in anger as the Devil stands aloof, A wandering Pope in la-la land while Jewish hands do writhe Those apoplectic Muslims glare while Catholics pay the tithe. Religion, girls, has hit the skids…the game is up on God With rosaries rotating hard, theologians do nod, While Mormons rant moronically with frankincense and myrrh The irreligious bark and howl in Rastafarian fur. Sectarian’s recant Sanctum’s Shrine the rite of soul is lost As neophytes are dancing… the High Priest counts the cost, Theocracy unbalances as Voodoo’s stamp the floor And the Prophets throw their hands up, fast retreating for the door. It’s transcendental disbelief that’s nailed it to the Cross With the Priesthood chasing little boys all credence here is lost. With sanctity’s monastic plunge the pagans roar and shout As Shamans scream their incantations…God declares a route! There is silence in the Temple now, stillness in the pews As dust lies thick on altars, a nervous clergy holds reviews, What, once, was good and vibrant here, is now as dead as dust As the Blood Red Wine evaporates and Holy Bread…to crust. Marshalg Feeding the pigeons by the dusty, open door of the very, empty Chapel. 30 November 2013

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC

And Holy Bread...to Crust!

Jesus runs in Everglades, Mohammed climbs the roof The Angels stamp in anger as the Devil stands aloof, A wandering Pope in la-la land while Jewish hands do writhe Those apoplectic Muslims glare while Catholics pay the tithe. Religion, girls, has hit the skids…the game is up on God With rosaries rotating hard, theologians do nod, While Mormons rant moronically with frankincense and myrrh The irreligious bark and howl in Rastafarian fur. Sectarian’s recant Sanctum’s Shrine the rite of soul is lost As neophytes are dancing… the High Priest counts the cost, Theocracy unbalances as Voodoo’s stamp the floor And the Prophets throw their hands up, fast retreating for the door. It’s transcendental disbelief that’s nailed it to the Cross With the Priesthood chasing little boys all credence here is lost. With sanctity’s monastic plunge the pagans roar and shout As Shamans scream their incantations…God declares a route! There is silence in the Temple now, stillness in the pews As dust lies thick on altars, a nervous clergy holds reviews, What, once, was good and vibrant here, is now as dead as dust As the Blood Red Wine evaporates and Holy Bread…to crust. Marshalg Feeding the pigeons by the dusty, open door of the very, empty Chapel. 30 November 2013

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/ beelzebub *(given employs the spider a posteriori and spiderweb a priori, and then back into a bicemeral reverse psyche-analogy - the id est contra the id erat - but there is no latin revival - given that the latin encoding has been translated into a.i. algorithms... forget putting the pandora into a box into a box into a box, into an etc. or what is a russian cultural artefact... forget it... a black fly would not take upon itself to make a dustbin, a ******* maggoty brothel, like a green bottle fly might... black flies have character, style... they're the ones that take to tango, with spider architecture, akin to the theological spider analogy about an ad infinitum a priori argument)*: a bit like watching a black fly - "washing" itself - rubbing it's front limbs together, "attempting" to start a fire... god, those awful green bottle hypers - with maggot excesses - in a potential well expressed into practice - black flies? i can entertain them - like i might entertain spiders that do not require aquariums - the non-exotica types... so i sometimes find myself rubbing my hands together, like a catholic amounting to an altruistic prayer symbolism... so kommen faust, so kommen faust, so ist pseudo-faust - or rather: england? deutschland jr. america? deutschland sr. and if that wasn't the case? oh me, little old slavic babuшka... i still can't explain rubbing my hands together, like a black fly might... keeping standards of where to take a maggoty dump's worth of procreation value... black flies? compared to the others? the priests of the whole spectrum... i sometimes wish they were red, so i could call them: the cardinals... alas... not to be, god said otherwise... but i can fathom the priesthood, like i can fathom - an aspiration of a sleeping samurai, devoid of the zodiac delusion, encouraged to make chiromancy initiatives (readings) to alleviate, ******** monotheism.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC

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beelzebub (with revision)

/ beelzebub *(given employs the spider a posteriori and spiderweb a priori, and then back into a bicemeral reverse psyche-analogy - the id est contra the id erat - but there is no latin revival - given that the latin encoding has been translated into a.i. algorithms... forget putting the pandora into a box into a box into a box, into an etc. or what is a russian cultural artefact... forget it... a black fly would not take upon itself to make a dustbin, a ******* maggoty brothel, like a green bottle fly might... black flies have character, style... they're the ones that take to tango, with spider architecture, akin to the theological spider analogy about an ad infinitum a priori argument)*: a bit like watching a black fly - "washing" itself - rubbing it's front limbs together, "attempting" to start a fire... god, those awful green bottle hypers - with maggot excesses - in a potential well expressed into practice - black flies? i can entertain them - like i might entertain spiders that do not require aquariums - the non-exotica types... so i sometimes find myself rubbing my hands together, like a catholic amounting to an altruistic prayer symbolism... so kommen faust, so kommen faust, so ist pseudo-faust - or rather: england? deutschland jr. america? deutschland sr. and if that wasn't the case? oh me, little old slavic babuшka... i still can't explain rubbing my hands together, like a black fly might... keeping standards of where to take a maggoty dump's worth of procreation value... black flies? compared to the others? the priests of the whole spectrum... i sometimes wish they were red, so i could call them: the cardinals... alas... not to be, god said otherwise... but i can fathom the priesthood, like i can fathom - an aspiration of a sleeping samurai, devoid of the zodiac delusion, encouraged to make chiromancy initiatives (readings) to alleviate, ******** monotheism.

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Half a pound of christening rice Half a pound of incense Don't leave me alone with anyone's kids Pop goes the priesthood It's ok they'll never tell The bishop he's been at it as well But now the press are going to tell! Pop goes the priesthood No! we're all in the dock For where we stuck are private parts The Pope has had to take the wrap Pop goes the priesthood!!

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC

Pop goes the priesthood

Half a pound of christening rice Half a pound of incense Don't leave me alone with anyone's kids Pop goes the priesthood It's ok they'll never tell The bishop he's been at it as well But now the press are going to tell! Pop goes the priesthood No! we're all in the dock For where we stuck are private parts The Pope has had to take the wrap Pop goes the priesthood!!

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We are called to a royal priesthood, to shine throughout every land. May we be the world's example, by lending a helping hand. Lord, help us in this position, to pray for one another. When the world sees us, let love flow out to our brother. Lord, let us shine forth your Spirit, in a holy way. Let the world see Jesus Christ, let them see us pray. By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC

sandra-juanita-nailing

A Royal Priesthood

We are called to a royal priesthood, to shine throughout every land. May we be the world's example, by lending a helping hand. Lord, help us in this position, to pray for one another. When the world sees us, let love flow out to our brother. Lord, let us shine forth your Spirit, in a holy way. Let the world see Jesus Christ, let them see us pray. By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

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There are many gifts in God’s great creation All part of His great economy of the order of things The gift of breath The gift of song and of music The gift of life, of image, of love The gift of all things The gift of even --dare I say it-- death He gifted all things that are All is gifted unto us All is given by the Triune God In all gifted, there was still incompleteness There was nothing to respond to God So constructed into the image of God Comes a gift better than any gift before given With the breath of God flowing to our lungs Wearing a crown of the honor and glory of God This gift, these people- Us He says to explore He says to see the world that we have been gifted To unwrap the gifts given To gift our gifts to the world that we are exploring But there was this problem, a tree It was not a gift, in fact it was forbidden Yet still, we unwrapped it, we took that which was not ours to take We were overcome by death Overcome by udder sadness Overcome by sickness, and hurt By this torturous, terrible thing This terrible stolen anti-gift And for it we paid a hefty price We lost all we were We lost all we were meant to be No longer did we fulfill our meaning Where we were to be gift givers Where we were to be life to the world Where we were to bless all things We took that which was not offered We broke our relationship with God Not only did we suffer But all creation suffered with and due to Then came a new gift A gift to restore A gift to be freely taken Yet a gift of great responsibility This gift would set free But also bind This was a gift of all gifts This was a gift to end all gifts God Himself became man Offering Himself unto death So that all things could be made new So all that was sad would become untrue Now, as we were once to be We could, ourselves, be gifts to the world Blessing the world Giving life to a lifeless Our gifts were joined with Christ With this gift, we would become like the gift we were More like it than ever before For Christ makes us more human than we've ever been Where we would offer the world to The Father And for the life of all things Our priesthood would be restored All things would be restored All things would be made new All sad things would come untrue The world would be restored Prepare the way!

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC

There are many gifts in God’s great creation All part of His great economy of the order of things The gift of breath The gift of song and of music The gift of life, of image, of love The gift of all things The gift of even --dare I say it-- death He gifted all things that are All is gifted unto us All is given by the Triune God In all gifted, there was still incompleteness There was nothing to respond to God So constructed into the image of God Comes a gift better than any gift before given With the breath of God flowing to our lungs Wearing a crown of the honor and glory of God This gift, these people- Us He says to explore He says to see the world that we have been gifted To unwrap the gifts given To gift our gifts to the world that we are exploring But there was this problem, a tree It was not a gift, in fact it was forbidden Yet still, we unwrapped it, we took that which was not ours to take We were overcome by death Overcome by udder sadness Overcome by sickness, and hurt By this torturous, terrible thing This terrible stolen anti-gift And for it we paid a hefty price We lost all we were We lost all we were meant to be No longer did we fulfill our meaning Where we were to be gift givers Where we were to be life to the world Where we were to bless all things We took that which was not offered We broke our relationship with God Not only did we suffer But all creation suffered with and due to Then came a new gift A gift to restore A gift to be freely taken Yet a gift of great responsibility This gift would set free But also bind This was a gift of all gifts This was a gift to end all gifts God Himself became man Offering Himself unto death So that all things could be made new So all that was sad would become untrue Now, as we were once to be We could, ourselves, be gifts to the world Blessing the world Giving life to a lifeless Our gifts were joined with Christ With this gift, we would become like the gift we were More like it than ever before For Christ makes us more human than we've ever been Where we would offer the world to The Father And for the life of all things Our priesthood would be restored All things would be restored All things would be made new All sad things would come untrue The world would be restored Prepare the way!

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Lines of life through gene transmission When handed down through ***** Tho’ rugged, sound or sickly matched, Are caste about like coins. Luck ensures a robust chance Of longevity and health With intelligence or dolt hood As a final gauge to wealth. Traits of blue eyed, fair haired lovelies Brown eyed, freckled, long of limb, Temperaments across the spectrum Placid fat to fiery slim. Aptitude to run the long race Good endurance, depth of heart, Lady luck decrees their worth Tho' the Priesthood may depart. Frontal lobes of clear retention Heightened rationale of thought, Reasons through the problematic, Resolutions made as ought. Capacity to empathise In tears of joy and sorrow spent, Capacity for true belief When wrong is righted with repent. Goodness and black evil Are caste about like chaff, Depends upon the show of cards Who laughs the final laugh. Conscience can be virtuous But then, so can be greed, Depends upon the circumstance And if approached at speed. And finally indulgence Plays a massive hand in this, For love and lust determine If a union is remiss. And should that union founder, Should Lady Luck throw in her hand ...You can blame it on the chromosomes Which confounds the Makers stand! Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 14 June 2011

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Jun 13, 2011

Jun 13, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC

March of the Chromosomes.

Lines of life through gene transmission When handed down through ***** Tho’ rugged, sound or sickly matched, Are caste about like coins. Luck ensures a robust chance Of longevity and health With intelligence or dolt hood As a final gauge to wealth. Traits of blue eyed, fair haired lovelies Brown eyed, freckled, long of limb, Temperaments across the spectrum Placid fat to fiery slim. Aptitude to run the long race Good endurance, depth of heart, Lady luck decrees their worth Tho' the Priesthood may depart. Frontal lobes of clear retention Heightened rationale of thought, Reasons through the problematic, Resolutions made as ought. Capacity to empathise In tears of joy and sorrow spent, Capacity for true belief When wrong is righted with repent. Goodness and black evil Are caste about like chaff, Depends upon the show of cards Who laughs the final laugh. Conscience can be virtuous But then, so can be greed, Depends upon the circumstance And if approached at speed. And finally indulgence Plays a massive hand in this, For love and lust determine If a union is remiss. And should that union founder, Should Lady Luck throw in her hand ...You can blame it on the chromosomes Which confounds the Makers stand! Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 14 June 2011

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Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC

EveInWonderland

Lauren Hill - Motives and Thoughts.

Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts

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Priest with an intense hard-on for young boys Dropping LSD into the water Hallucinations of grandeur Guilty in the face of soiled minds Praying on the alter boys The bigger the ******** The closer to god

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Apr 25, 2011

Apr 25, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC

TonguesOfOthers

Heretic Priesthood Tripp

Priest with an intense hard-on for young boys Dropping LSD into the water Hallucinations of grandeur Guilty in the face of soiled minds Praying on the alter boys The bigger the ******** The closer to god

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I just sent an email to my Mom. Part of me feels it Part of me wonders if I'm overdramatic I feel like **** Like, I feel different than when I felt depressed But this is still not a place I want to be Consistent Draining I never feel ok anymore. I'm not even sure what ok feels like. I keep wanting to drink for all the wrong reasons I never get drunk But I always want to reach that happy nirvana That "tipsy enough to forget all your worries" place There's something seriously wrong with me I haven't actually talked to my family in AZ for over a month I schedule skype dates with a woman I'll probably never see again More than I do with my own father. What type of **** is that? I looked at **** I ****** myself today. I feel like the biggest piece of **** this planet has seen. I also lack self forgiveness. I got an email back from a priest today. I told him I'd be interested in joining the priesthood I realized I might have been lying, But honestly, I don't even know! I feel like I'm sitting on my thumb, Trying to figure out the world as it Races by me, Unwilling to stop and allow me to catch my breath Or read the signs or understand a **** shred of anything This is what I'm talking about Part of me feels this, And the other part just scoffs, and says I'm melodramatic *Pick yourself up Dust yourself off and figure out what the hell you're doing* I feel so alone anymore. Like, if there's not someone by my side I somehow lack basic humanity. Like I need someone to be there If they aren't, I'm obviously not worth much I closed the blinds four different times today. I didn't want the neighbors to see my actions. After a certain point, I closed them to watch a movie And I haven't opened them back up, even though it would probably cheer me up a great deal This is probably one of the longest "poems" I've ever written. It's not poetry, it's freestyle Not like it matters, It's like an art major defining the different strokes that an artist used in a painting Like I give a **** It's still a painting Lent is one of the hardest times of the year. I feel it with every fiber of my being. Nothing about this situation makes me feel ok. I feel out of body, out of mind, out of soul. I'm pretty sure, at this point, St. Peter wouldn't let me in. In my heart of hearts I want it desperately, but The rest of me still says no. I'm so messed up it's ridiculous. And I sent an email to my mom chronicling her son's failures Her son's issues, And why, Her son Needs to go back to a counselor Because I'll be ****** if he's not "fixed" yet.

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC

It started with an email

I just sent an email to my Mom. Part of me feels it Part of me wonders if I'm overdramatic I feel like **** Like, I feel different than when I felt depressed But this is still not a place I want to be Consistent Draining I never feel ok anymore. I'm not even sure what ok feels like. I keep wanting to drink for all the wrong reasons I never get drunk But I always want to reach that happy nirvana That "tipsy enough to forget all your worries" place There's something seriously wrong with me I haven't actually talked to my family in AZ for over a month I schedule skype dates with a woman I'll probably never see again More than I do with my own father. What type of **** is that? I looked at **** I ****** myself today. I feel like the biggest piece of **** this planet has seen. I also lack self forgiveness. I got an email back from a priest today. I told him I'd be interested in joining the priesthood I realized I might have been lying, But honestly, I don't even know! I feel like I'm sitting on my thumb, Trying to figure out the world as it Races by me, Unwilling to stop and allow me to catch my breath Or read the signs or understand a **** shred of anything This is what I'm talking about Part of me feels this, And the other part just scoffs, and says I'm melodramatic *Pick yourself up Dust yourself off and figure out what the hell you're doing* I feel so alone anymore. Like, if there's not someone by my side I somehow lack basic humanity. Like I need someone to be there If they aren't, I'm obviously not worth much I closed the blinds four different times today. I didn't want the neighbors to see my actions. After a certain point, I closed them to watch a movie And I haven't opened them back up, even though it would probably cheer me up a great deal This is probably one of the longest "poems" I've ever written. It's not poetry, it's freestyle Not like it matters, It's like an art major defining the different strokes that an artist used in a painting Like I give a **** It's still a painting Lent is one of the hardest times of the year. I feel it with every fiber of my being. Nothing about this situation makes me feel ok. I feel out of body, out of mind, out of soul. I'm pretty sure, at this point, St. Peter wouldn't let me in. In my heart of hearts I want it desperately, but The rest of me still says no. I'm so messed up it's ridiculous. And I sent an email to my mom chronicling her son's failures Her son's issues, And why, Her son Needs to go back to a counselor Because I'll be ****** if he's not "fixed" yet.

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God’s desire Is no more Than that of A primate The nature of His call Priesthood The clergy Is utterly Cemented in place And it claims It is molding I laugh at This as I briskly walk on the sidewalk I trip and Nearly fall I laugh At that too

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Sep 12, 2010

Sep 12, 2010 at 4:52 PM UTC

God’s desire Is no more Than that of A primate The nature of His call Priesthood The clergy Is utterly Cemented in place And it claims It is molding I laugh at This as I briskly walk on the sidewalk I trip and Nearly fall I laugh At that too

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*we won't die for ideals we once held dear, we'll now simply die for the numbers we can simply keep, but when it comes to ourselves, we'll die to simply keep a mistook numbering in order to readdress the ideals that are no longer appreciated in our numbering a loss of a tiger's roar, and more the microscopic ant digestion auditory exploding into a h-bomb for man to imitate by number but no essential authority: since once mammoth the authority killed man, now some sub-insect (virus) can **** man.* if there's a group of people who are assumed to be possessed, then there's a group of people who are dis-possessed, and there's always the middle interval mediating sales and necessary priesthood the two polars never mediate, once the priesthood used to cradle the illiterate ones, now the priesthood uses the literacy of the once illiterate ones now literate, consecrating them with something apart from holy water, selective reading they testified to be as calm as a lake, but turbulent as a river the salmon swam against the current to spawn: the once illiterate ones now literate are taught a second illiteracy: watch the television, read the best-sellers.. this second illiteracy is worse than the original one... half of us will be water and fat... and half of us epileptic zombies enslaved by a television... i preferred the first illiteracy... at least we died for love... this second illiteracy is worth a jackal's cry and a ******* of paedophiles.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

selective reading

*we won't die for ideals we once held dear, we'll now simply die for the numbers we can simply keep, but when it comes to ourselves, we'll die to simply keep a mistook numbering in order to readdress the ideals that are no longer appreciated in our numbering a loss of a tiger's roar, and more the microscopic ant digestion auditory exploding into a h-bomb for man to imitate by number but no essential authority: since once mammoth the authority killed man, now some sub-insect (virus) can **** man.* if there's a group of people who are assumed to be possessed, then there's a group of people who are dis-possessed, and there's always the middle interval mediating sales and necessary priesthood the two polars never mediate, once the priesthood used to cradle the illiterate ones, now the priesthood uses the literacy of the once illiterate ones now literate, consecrating them with something apart from holy water, selective reading they testified to be as calm as a lake, but turbulent as a river the salmon swam against the current to spawn: the once illiterate ones now literate are taught a second illiteracy: watch the television, read the best-sellers.. this second illiteracy is worse than the original one... half of us will be water and fat... and half of us epileptic zombies enslaved by a television... i preferred the first illiteracy... at least we died for love... this second illiteracy is worth a jackal's cry and a ******* of paedophiles.

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Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,

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Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem

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A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,

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I am alive with Christ (Ephesians 2:5). I am far from oppression and fear does not come near me (Romans 8:2). I am born of God and the evil one does not touch me (1 John 5:18). I am holy a d without blame before Him in love(Ephesians 1:4, 1 Peter 1:16). I am God's child, for I am born again of the incorruptible seed of the word of God, whichvlives and abides forever(1 Peter 1:23). I am God's workmanship, created in Christ to do Good works (Ephesians 2:10). I am a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17). I am a believer and the light of the Gospel shines in my mind(2 Corinthians 4:4). I am a doer of the Word and blessed in my actions(James 1:22, 25). I am a joint-heir with Christ(Romans 8:37). I am more than a conqueror through Him who loves me(Romans 8:37). I am an overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony(Revelation 12:11). I am a peacemaker of His divine nature(2 Peter 1:3,4). I am an ambassador for Christ(2 Corinthians 5:20). I am part of a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a purchased person(1 Peter 2:9). I am the righteousness of God in Jesus Christ(2 Corinthians 5:12). I am his elect, full of memory, kindness, humility, and long suffering(Romans 8:33; Colossions 3:12). I am forgiven of all my sins and washed in the Blood (Ephesians 1:7). I am redeemed from the course of sin, sickness, and poverty(Detronomy 28:15-68; Galations 3:13). I am called of God to be the voice of His praise (Pslam 66:8; Timothy 1:9). I am healed by the stripes of Jesus(Isaiah 53:5; 1 Peter 2:24). I am raised up with Christ and seated in heavenly places (Ephesians 1:6; Colossions 2:12). I am greatly loved by God (Romans 1:7; Ephesians 2:4; Colossions 3:12; 1 Thessalonians 1:4). I am strengthened with all might according to His glorious power (Colossians 1:11).

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC

I am alive with Christ (Ephesians 2:5). I am far from oppression and fear does not come near me (Romans 8:2). I am born of God and the evil one does not touch me (1 John 5:18). I am holy a d without blame before Him in love(Ephesians 1:4, 1 Peter 1:16). I am God's child, for I am born again of the incorruptible seed of the word of God, whichvlives and abides forever(1 Peter 1:23). I am God's workmanship, created in Christ to do Good works (Ephesians 2:10). I am a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17). I am a believer and the light of the Gospel shines in my mind(2 Corinthians 4:4). I am a doer of the Word and blessed in my actions(James 1:22, 25). I am a joint-heir with Christ(Romans 8:37). I am more than a conqueror through Him who loves me(Romans 8:37). I am an overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony(Revelation 12:11). I am a peacemaker of His divine nature(2 Peter 1:3,4). I am an ambassador for Christ(2 Corinthians 5:20). I am part of a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a purchased person(1 Peter 2:9). I am the righteousness of God in Jesus Christ(2 Corinthians 5:12). I am his elect, full of memory, kindness, humility, and long suffering(Romans 8:33; Colossions 3:12). I am forgiven of all my sins and washed in the Blood (Ephesians 1:7). I am redeemed from the course of sin, sickness, and poverty(Detronomy 28:15-68; Galations 3:13). I am called of God to be the voice of His praise (Pslam 66:8; Timothy 1:9). I am healed by the stripes of Jesus(Isaiah 53:5; 1 Peter 2:24). I am raised up with Christ and seated in heavenly places (Ephesians 1:6; Colossions 2:12). I am greatly loved by God (Romans 1:7; Ephesians 2:4; Colossions 3:12; 1 Thessalonians 1:4). I am strengthened with all might according to His glorious power (Colossians 1:11).

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I'm listening to Chance the Rapper And there's some whimsy in these veins Some Give me a weeken' of sleepin' I think I can come around after that Hashtags Yolos Swags Take a tire iron to the side of my face My mind's lost its wheels All I want to do is ********** Just to feel ******* to self-sabotage Explosions of regret And possible highs of Seratonin and Dopamine Let's get high It's weird When I was a kid My goal was to make everyone Stop smoking Seeing that white puff Trail from the mouths of adults All I wanted was for them to realize what they were doing The un-healthy choices they were making And now all I think about Is buying a pack Just to cut the Edge off of whate'er the **** I'm feeling Keyholed poet See what I did there? It was an on-purpose accident Am I really meant for priesthood? Is that something that's in my life? I mean, what, 4+ years solo? Dates in between, and ladies, thank you For the times where you remind me I'm worth a **** Or an hour of your time. But for the most part, I'm solo My mom, God Bless her, has been single Dates in between For 7+ years Maybe I'll catch up. Maybe I'll outpace her She sent me her will the other day You're looking at the guy in charge of her life Should she be unable to make decisions. Well, I guess you're not looking You're reading, some half-assed-therapy foreplay Ladies, love me, I'm a weird, depressing sack of **** Aww, poor baby Maybe Pick yourself up off the fuckin' floor and make something of yourself God willing, there's something I just gotta put on some different Lenses These are getting dark Maybe I need to drop off the map And find a cleaner Do they have those for rose lenses?

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May 2, 2013

May 2, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC

Everybody's Somebody's Everything

I'm listening to Chance the Rapper And there's some whimsy in these veins Some Give me a weeken' of sleepin' I think I can come around after that Hashtags Yolos Swags Take a tire iron to the side of my face My mind's lost its wheels All I want to do is ********** Just to feel ******* to self-sabotage Explosions of regret And possible highs of Seratonin and Dopamine Let's get high It's weird When I was a kid My goal was to make everyone Stop smoking Seeing that white puff Trail from the mouths of adults All I wanted was for them to realize what they were doing The un-healthy choices they were making And now all I think about Is buying a pack Just to cut the Edge off of whate'er the **** I'm feeling Keyholed poet See what I did there? It was an on-purpose accident Am I really meant for priesthood? Is that something that's in my life? I mean, what, 4+ years solo? Dates in between, and ladies, thank you For the times where you remind me I'm worth a **** Or an hour of your time. But for the most part, I'm solo My mom, God Bless her, has been single Dates in between For 7+ years Maybe I'll catch up. Maybe I'll outpace her She sent me her will the other day You're looking at the guy in charge of her life Should she be unable to make decisions. Well, I guess you're not looking You're reading, some half-assed-therapy foreplay Ladies, love me, I'm a weird, depressing sack of **** Aww, poor baby Maybe Pick yourself up off the fuckin' floor and make something of yourself God willing, there's something I just gotta put on some different Lenses These are getting dark Maybe I need to drop off the map And find a cleaner Do they have those for rose lenses?

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No one ever fell in love with the slash of a sword You can slice, dice and tear But there are war-ravaged, pain-stricken voices echoing everywhere And rivers cascading of blood, meat and bone And a pen made a legend because Aristotle was only a philosopher and Alexander was Great So the pen made the sword, swords never made pens And ****** was an eight-year-old choir boy on the road to priesthood And Stalin was the child of abusive alcoholic, kicked out of school But the pen draws scars far deeper then the sword Because words can hurt far better then they heal And words can cut down people in ways the sword can't fathom And you can always stab someone with a pen But you can hardly write a lullaby with a ****** dagger.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC

Pen and Sword - The Battle of Might

No one ever fell in love with the slash of a sword You can slice, dice and tear But there are war-ravaged, pain-stricken voices echoing everywhere And rivers cascading of blood, meat and bone And a pen made a legend because Aristotle was only a philosopher and Alexander was Great So the pen made the sword, swords never made pens And ****** was an eight-year-old choir boy on the road to priesthood And Stalin was the child of abusive alcoholic, kicked out of school But the pen draws scars far deeper then the sword Because words can hurt far better then they heal And words can cut down people in ways the sword can't fathom And you can always stab someone with a pen But you can hardly write a lullaby with a ****** dagger.

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The Last Priest smiled his blessing indiscriminately, bridging, seeding, building a new priesthood beyond borders, across tribes, ignoring gender, discounting class, blind to race, snubbing rank, denying privilege and preferring a new holy nationality for refugees for stateless souls like mine - like ours

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Oct 5, 2023

Oct 5, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC

The last priest

The Last Priest smiled his blessing indiscriminately, bridging, seeding, building a new priesthood beyond borders, across tribes, ignoring gender, discounting class, blind to race, snubbing rank, denying privilege and preferring a new holy nationality for refugees for stateless souls like mine - like ours

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Let the mystery dance, At the top of your breast! Whereas the angels roar, And the cross leans on your soul! Let the moon awake, On you head! Whereas your eyes glow, And your skin shapes your sword! Even the slightest needle would Go across your fingers, And write a prophecy, On the walls of your bedroom, In which no disciple will blaspheme, To the storm; May Temptation be your servant when, Every day becomes red; May your tears be your salvation when, Every song gets, Your priesthood's grace, For a caress cannot be revealed, If it does not cleanse, The wind's dirt!

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC

On a muse in gray

Let the mystery dance, At the top of your breast! Whereas the angels roar, And the cross leans on your soul! Let the moon awake, On you head! Whereas your eyes glow, And your skin shapes your sword! Even the slightest needle would Go across your fingers, And write a prophecy, On the walls of your bedroom, In which no disciple will blaspheme, To the storm; May Temptation be your servant when, Every day becomes red; May your tears be your salvation when, Every song gets, Your priesthood's grace, For a caress cannot be revealed, If it does not cleanse, The wind's dirt!

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Off to dinner tonight, This is starting off like a journal entry I often wonder if I'm meant for someone else Here In this world Or is it bigger than that? Dinner tonight Not romantic Far from it Discernment Priesthood And please don't mention *** scandal Solo until the day I die That's what I'm looking at But my scope is so... Narrow So... Earthly Instead of a father of offspring A father of peoples A father of the church A person who can set people towards a righteous path But let's be honest, I'm far from righteous. I talk a good talk But my walk is a sad limp I pray before I eat, But "forget" in the hustle and bustle of work and life If Christ is supposed to be my center I'm way off target Another god seems to follow me Another trip to Target I'm consistently surrounded by choice In the day to day But instead of choosing right I go with **** what the haters say" I could have bleeped that out, you know Nullified it, But I'd rather be raw And let you see that side of it This is serious business, and no less a journal entry I tried to change it into poetry but I'm way off target

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Jan 17, 2013

Jan 17, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC

Srs Bsns (Serious Business)

Off to dinner tonight, This is starting off like a journal entry I often wonder if I'm meant for someone else Here In this world Or is it bigger than that? Dinner tonight Not romantic Far from it Discernment Priesthood And please don't mention *** scandal Solo until the day I die That's what I'm looking at But my scope is so... Narrow So... Earthly Instead of a father of offspring A father of peoples A father of the church A person who can set people towards a righteous path But let's be honest, I'm far from righteous. I talk a good talk But my walk is a sad limp I pray before I eat, But "forget" in the hustle and bustle of work and life If Christ is supposed to be my center I'm way off target Another god seems to follow me Another trip to Target I'm consistently surrounded by choice In the day to day But instead of choosing right I go with **** what the haters say" I could have bleeped that out, you know Nullified it, But I'd rather be raw And let you see that side of it This is serious business, and no less a journal entry I tried to change it into poetry but I'm way off target

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Drawn lines amongst the willows dripping, Shadows of the morning, Sight set upon the evening star, He gazes at the solstice moon, Plots placements of the plinths and altars, Holds the hearts of sarsens. Tomorrow all the villagers will come Expecting messages and blessings. Tonight he only dances. Robed arms upraised Reflect the branches overhead Now shattered by the starlight, Recessional of priesthood. Across the yawning sway of centuries He smiles. He knows the fervid moss A dream much like his own and all those after, How the generations falling down Will wonder, touch the giant stones And breathe

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC

Drawn lines amongst the willows dripping, Shadows of the morning, Sight set upon the evening star, He gazes at the solstice moon, Plots placements of the plinths and altars, Holds the hearts of sarsens. Tomorrow all the villagers will come Expecting messages and blessings. Tonight he only dances. Robed arms upraised Reflect the branches overhead Now shattered by the starlight, Recessional of priesthood. Across the yawning sway of centuries He smiles. He knows the fervid moss A dream much like his own and all those after, How the generations falling down Will wonder, touch the giant stones And breathe

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the shuffling men huddle in the lighted room eyes glue to shoes the miles a man treads are the measure of his soul and these worn feet are men to move mountains with bare hands tinge the conversation with the propaganda of innocence priesthood of crafted reality puts good and true men prostrate to the graven images of a better world when all that is accomplished is the slow decay rotting fruit of our collective wishes our collective hopes a man on fire his hand to the road that i must travel like a cool drop of rain in the blast furnace heat like a woman's smile after years of being alone like the taste of real hope after the road has come here this strange strange place at the end of the world one hundred and ten men in this dark hall waiting for the storm to let waiting for the sun waiting for a better world one man waits in the rain surreal in his mind the day has evaporated and as the shadows of night crawl into his eye he dreams aloud that she has come home to him that things never went astray that we could be our happy little family again

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Aug 4, 2013

Aug 4, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC

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too profound...

the shuffling men huddle in the lighted room eyes glue to shoes the miles a man treads are the measure of his soul and these worn feet are men to move mountains with bare hands tinge the conversation with the propaganda of innocence priesthood of crafted reality puts good and true men prostrate to the graven images of a better world when all that is accomplished is the slow decay rotting fruit of our collective wishes our collective hopes a man on fire his hand to the road that i must travel like a cool drop of rain in the blast furnace heat like a woman's smile after years of being alone like the taste of real hope after the road has come here this strange strange place at the end of the world one hundred and ten men in this dark hall waiting for the storm to let waiting for the sun waiting for a better world one man waits in the rain surreal in his mind the day has evaporated and as the shadows of night crawl into his eye he dreams aloud that she has come home to him that things never went astray that we could be our happy little family again

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funerals are a form of menticide. also, writers. undead, I don’t mean to talk. what I mean to do is approximately yearn. for something nearby. an old computer. plugged in, cursor blinking, hell’s door. for awareness. priesthood. box-cutter. wayside. what began as Franz Wright. what became Lou Reed.

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC

funerals are a form of menticide. also, writers. undead, I don’t mean to talk. what I mean to do is approximately yearn. for something nearby. an old computer. plugged in, cursor blinking, hell’s door. for awareness. priesthood. box-cutter. wayside. what began as Franz Wright. what became Lou Reed.

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