"rightousness" poems
Call me fox and I will call you Jaguar
I normally walk the paths
gawking at every creature I pass
squawking loudly, regurgitating my wisdom distastefully
I spoke like coyote
foolisly
I continued on my way, in hopes of a creature large and as fearsome
as fearsome as you
Jaguar
to strike respect and fear into my heart and my actions
so that my meaning would not be soiled by my uncomely behavior
as I stalked you for days on the forrest floor
looking, watching your muscles flow over your skeleton
in a magestically dangerous motion
You can feel me
in the place all creatures feel, sense, and connect
as one
there is unspoken understanding between you and I
oh powerful warrior
and I am to know my place
in the order
you are beautiful and fascinating to me
a worthy objective on my walk
you are a specimen of the wonder of the world
of the god-like integrity and compassion
that penetrates the soul
you leave the marrow intact within the bone
for me to treasure
for my mouth to salivate and consume in haste
but in awe of the judgement you pass
the power bestowed unto you without a single act of self rightousness
we sleep on the same earthen bed
we dream from the same deep sleep
we touch, our stories, our tales of survival
they reach one another intuitively
and so long as I mind my place
silence my ego
I will forever walk beside you, following in your gracious example
as we venture deep with in the forrests density
living vicariously beside one another
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
When you discover the world around you
You also discover all within it
Selfishness, Greed, Hatred, Infidelity, Abuse, Sickness, Waste, Homelessness, and War
We bare witness to all these things
But selfishly ignore them,
In route to prospect of all these evil forces that misguides us
For better or worse
It scopes our daily lives with inconvient truth's
The mental or physical rightousness
That lies in the truth of disparage
History of our actions will go noted
In the days and years that come about as such
You can not tell life what to do
You must surrender it all into the hands of God
That he protects you from the shame, one must feel deep inside
Waivers us from all our faults and sin alike
Trust in the inner voice that speaks to you and believe
For God's truth is yours if you want it
Set your intentions to heal thyself and other's
Peace be still in you, with love for your sister and your brother
Or let your misguided judgement, and false preservations follow you into your own judgement to...Hell!
(upwc) by: Zenobia Lee/LadyZ710 12/13/09
Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 7:10 AM UTC
To Gods acre caught in the storm
Of the angels immolation harried
Like welcome strangers to the feast of
The good shepherd, the world
The flesh, the devil take the hindemost
Vigilantly stalking Earthly tears
Encrusted jewels upon Hells vestment,
The harbinger of death wearing a garland
Of skulls fashioned off of Heavens tomb
Splendiferously graven upon lonelinesses
Stoop spirited as shooting stars the
Pitched candles of sovereignties saintly hands
Resting between lives enlightening the broken
Lamp of truth purging the liasing humours of
Illuminous damnation unfrocking priests
Under colour of nothingness epitomising
Faiths elixer yonder the gate of unfoldenment
Breaking butterflies on the wheel
Of rightousness unabating delving the vale
Deciduously to show the cloven hoof woe betide
The levity of Man Friday billowing in the
Teeth of the wind.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
Tossing to and fro as if combating a hostile sea/ dark thoughts cloud the inner sanctum of my mind/ the distress, the bitterness, the anguish, the grief, the sadness, the lonliness, the unfathomably lustful pain/ that I face burn with the intensity of the fires of hell that await me/ Guardians of chaos; harvesters of damsels come for me that I drown in their sins/ rip the fabric of my consciousness asunder/ my ***** sing an aria of sorrow, listen to the requiem of the ****** a miasma of death flood my bowels/ decay enters my womb and I plunge deeper into madness/ I'm an error; a fault of life as the demonic servants consume my flesh for what feels like a eternity/ as we desend in to the pit of blasphemy, defilement, pagans, and idol worshippers/ he deprives my spirit of the rightousness, tears it from its mortal bond and it unfurls into a ethereal cloud of emptiness/ being ravaged my capture looks off in the distance as if performing an exhibition/ with every touch I feel dead inside all the while the nightmare watches with a disgustingly grim grin....
This was written for a art history class inspired by "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli
Tell me what you think of the interpretation!!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
I remember the naivety
It was like swimming in an ocean
The waves prelapsing onto my skin
Freezing cold
But I stayed.
I stayed in the water allowing my to nerves scream
Screaming for warmth.
Yet my body filled with lust told me to stay.
It began to become warmer
So I stayed in longer.
I had hoped it would fill the vulnerable space I had open.
I let it fill me with salty cold water.
The skin on my fingers and toes began to fold.
Whispering upon the folds worriedly
'Enough'.
I resisted
'ENOUGH' the folds screamed.
My legs begin to move towards the oceans shore.
The water droplets trickle down slowly but surely
My face,
My lips,
My body,
Now exposed to what used to be welcoming air.
The air now filled with angry wind, whips my body,
Harshly shouting 'Why, o why?'
'Why have you given your body to the ocean?'
My lips, unable to move shiver against the wind's whips.
'Guide me back' my hair says trembling with mercy, damp of water.
The wind's whips weaken.
'Follow the path',
'Follow the path of rightousness'
The wind forgivingly breathes into my lungs
Gasping, finally giving me the warmth and sweet taste of air
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
He leads me in green pastures,
He guides my path to rightousness,
He lifts me up when i fall,
He is my pillar to lean on when i cant stand.
He says "yes"
when all say "no"
He makes a way where it seems to be non
Forever Has He been my shield.
He knew me in my mother's womp
Created me in His own image
gave His son away to the earth
for my sins to be washed away.
How Great is Thou Art
Highly exalted above all nations
The King of kings
The Lord of lords
with Him all things are possible.
I call him Emmanuel
The I Am That I Am
The Mighty above all
The Alfa and The Omega
The Unchangable Changer.
He is my pillar
The one and only friend i could ever ask for
In Him i can never lack
but rather rejoice
for He is The Prince of Peace
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Wash, wash
away this shame
wash, wash
away my shadows
wash, wash
away this corrupted soul
these blurred mindless intentions of "trying" to,
wash, away
my assumption of my entitled view of rightousness
wash, wash
away my selfishness wash, wash
away my carelessness of stealing your safety net by sabotage
wash, wash
away my ******* to evil wash wash it all away...
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
“hell,
is your destination.”
he says
to me
so sure in his
rightousness
that he does not
consider
his acid-throwing
even possibly
wrong
“you sinner!
you blasphemer!
you blatant and
obvious servant
of Lucifer!”
“burn,
you shall,
in the depths
of the devil’s
cavern!”
“you should know
better
than to ally with
anyone else
but Him”
“beg God,
beg Him,
for forgiveness
and maybe,”
“just maybe,”
“you might
live in limbo
or correct
yourself within
purgatory”
“confess yourself,
young sinner!
confess yourself
and be free!”
he yells to me
so what you say,
I respond,
is that
I cannot
be anything else
but hell-
spawn?
for what?
for doing what
I think is right?
for coming up
with my own ideas?
for thinking that,
perhaps,
I can be happy
without an
imaginary
friend?
“IMAGINARY?”
yes!
yes,
imaginary!
fake!
made-up!
a fallacy!
an abortion
of some terrified
cave-man’s
brain!
He
is not
real
but we,
we are!
“you’re going to hell”
he muttered
under his
breath
no I’m not!
I responded
I’ll just be
dirt and
dust and
be fine
with that
what better heaven could there be?
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
Does continual conflict serve it's point? If the point has not gotten across by now, it probably never will. Does breaking all ties and retreating back to the cave in a stubborn self-rightousness harbor resolution? When is it right to surrender to your adversaries, to throw in the white flag, so to speak?
You can forgive and forget. And when you finally do forget, you can finally understand peace. But, how do we come to that place of willing to surrender, and after we are so willing, how do we actually surrender? I believe a good warrior is best friends with her enemy because she knows him well. She knows him so well that she can **** him. And he knows her so well that he can duck before she attempts to chop his head off. If they weren't enemies, they would be husband and wife. What's the difference? ;-) We must see beyond the illusion that we are each others' enemies. We must see the dignity of our humanness, we must recognize the fragility of our bodies, our hearts, our souls. And when we do see one another as just another guy doing the best he can, we can have empathy. With sincere compassion, we can lay the conflict to rest. We can remember that we all make mistakes, even terrible ones, but that we all were innocent children once. If we can see each other in the light of innocence, it may help us surrender to our adversaries and come to a passionate peace, most importantly, a peace within ourselves.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
as i walk amongst you pitiful humans, i chuckle and stare in amazement
at the way you carry yourself
is your rightousness so dominat in your mind that you cant tell
who you are, were you came from
the shattered pieces of your ego are hazards on the path i walk
the wimper of your wailing crys that know your self absorbing
senses are fading, brings a smile to me
your trueness, you finally realize, makes you weak, when its
your turn to bear the burden ot the wrong you have done
and then you expect me to resolve it all, ah but i think i have better
things to do, perhaps i can finally teach love and the understanding
that i preach so much, to the next and perhaps final generation
if i so desire.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
Faith is the belief in the
mind, which sometimes is
absurd. The obvious will
happen always. My pen,
not happen. Miracles
go by the numbers. When
will occur, faith is not
a thing or a thought, but
backed by reason or data
like on the internet. We,
but by the conviction of
our devices, are hypnotized,
the soul in rightousness.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC