I am not your peppermint fudge.
I will split you in t/wo.
I will vehemently hate not but one, but every single second of you.
And i will cry, boy, i will cry,
over how i let myself be treated, by you.
And what are you,
as you spray your words across my face and into my hair,
who are you to even dare?
I am not your morning afterglow,
I will divide your morals thrice/ly.
I will take your hate and i will console you with pity,
I will be pretty, boy, i will be pretty.
And who are you,
to make life such a toy and play love as it t'was a game,
i look at you with embarrassment and shame.
I am not your cup of evening tea.
I will drive you a/part.
I will look at you a different way, now,
I will take a bow, boy, i will take a bow.
And you are you,
and i am sad for the man you seemed to become,
run home and fetch your steak and your gun.
I am sacrilegiously, done.

For years I have waded in plenty, fingers
Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment.  Belly
gross with abundance, I birthed discontent
again and again.

I became blinded, eyes watery with
With  surplus, reflecting only quantity.  
I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum
Bending my knees in supplication to
its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket,
were holy ground.  

I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously,
of summer afternoons in the mountains.
There is no text beneath the painted dusk.
Twilight falls without a sponsor.  I do not
Enjoy Coke.  I look, furtively, for places
Visa isn’t, and drink tap water
when no one is looking.  I remind
myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy
and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand

smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

For years I have waded in plenty, fingers
Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment.  Belly
gross with abundance, I birthed discontent
again and again.

I became blinded, eyes watery with
With  surplus, reflecting only quantity.  
I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum
Bending my knees in supplication to
its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket,
were holy ground.  

I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously,
of summer afternoons in the mountains.
There is no text beneath the painted dusk.
Twilight falls without a sponsor.  I do not
Enjoy Coke.  I look, furtively, for places
Visa isn’t, and drink tap water
when no one is looking.  I remind
myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy
and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand

smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.

Nobody asked so she never told a soul.
It was their little secret and she promised to keep it...
Moments arose, and to tell would be fit.
But to ruin lives was never her goal.

She struggled to keep it all together, but things kept falling apart.
No one could imagine what she was going through on the inside...
On her face she wore a smile, but it is her pain that she tried to hide.
She tried to console herself, but who knew the cure for a bleeding heart?

Each time she remembered the things that were said and done,
How much she had to put up with, and how she had to pretend…
There were moments when she thought that it would be best for life to end…
But she was young and unwise, and didn't know that her life has only just begun.

How can she tell when she's sworn to secrecy?
Or better yet, break a bond that was made by a threat…
But with a heart heavy, bursting with regret,
She describes it all sacrilegiously…

It's amazing that she is still standing after going through her pain.
Through many sessions of counseling, she began to heal…
But the scars and residue of her ordeal she can still see and feel.
So when clouds break,  outside she'll be,  because no one can see her tears while dancing in the rain.

Finally free and she is ready to fly,
To find the place where she truly belongs…
In her heart she sings many a songs,
Because now life has more meaning, she will live and not die.

I knew you were different
Right from the moment you wondered
Why the Sun had to come up
Everyday
Religiously
And sacrilegiously
When darkness had such beauty

As the world looked on in amusement
At how you went against the grain
I knew all of the reasons
Every fibre of your brain

Everytime you stopped to admire
The things that went unseen
Like the bubbles in the river
As they smashed to smithereens

As you spoke in tongues so similar
To the ones I didn't give
I knew you were building barriers
From the people who couldn't read

The people you knew
Would never see your world
And still love you the same
Would shut their windows from you
And leave the way they came

A different one to call love
A different way to sin
So crude and void of self-worth
A king and not a queen
Arrest the fallen angel
You almost heard them say
The baby in the manger
Shall not atone such sin

But heed not what their mouths say
They're not the one who made
You full of imperfections
The potter without clay
Made gardens without rangers
Raised demons from the dead
No soul without a soldier
Shall come between this faith
This rock across all ages
For bloodshed has been laid

So child when you next quiver
How shall I comfort thee
Shall I sing unto you a theme
Of calming clemency
As clemency shall not be given
For none there needs to be
Now speak these words of wisdom
From bare to arid lands
And spread these words you've listened
To each and every man

The next time you go thinking
That all of hope is lost
Just bear in mind the promise
Borne for you at the cross

Flourishes amidst freedom
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin
to jane's addiction
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty...
while formerly shed body electric
gendered as former googly eyed hotmail
actually a prodigy, whose outlook
arouses suspicions regarding him
as person of pinterest living social
in a webbed, wide world of uncertainty

precariously perched atop pinnacle
pirouetting at light speed,
nevertheless defying the laws
of centrifugal and centripetal force
as spirit blithely ushers forth
along a straight line
of orthodox dogmatism, idealism
opportunism, and volunteerism
hemorrhaging, purging, and xing
staunch archconservative
punishing outdated edicts.

When after the final countdown
to the global apocalypse,
(according to Doomsday Clock
January two thousand twenty three  
ninety seconds to midnight)
one beatle browed, foo fighting nebbish
departs the land of the living
and joins rank and file
among the grateful dead,

he (more specifically
the physical and spiritual
embodiments incorporating him
will separate) at long last,
thence latter day sainted essence
can freely exit from the cares
and concerns of an uncertain tomorrow  
no longer plagued by earthly travails
particularly the necessity of money.

Within heliocentric/ Copernican theory
broached sixteenth century promotion
sans scientific paradigm
dogmatically hefty, kinetically lofty,
and poetically thoroughly,
xyz beliefs misalign
wherein mechanistic Ptolemaic,
static venerated yin yang benign
choreography describing elementary forces
governing heavens inviting jinxed, kooky,
loopy measures necessitating

normalization, pacification, rectification,
transformation, validation
to guarantee spatial objects remain in line
which notions trotted out
a cosmic deal with invisible ink
omnipresent, omniscient omnipotent
benevolent creator linkedin
synonymously affixed terrestrial
firmament (planet Earth) nsync
with bedrock as Fred Flintstone
beatified, certified, deified,

edified, fortified, glorified Gibraltar
until undisputed supposedly
figuratively hermetically sealed
fostered religious (church) fathers
to do more than blink
when inquisitive minds (undaunted
though invoked as heretical martyrs)
blaspheming solidly entrenched
blind faith no more functioning with charm
mingly quaint association
with amulets, churinga,
exquisite fetishisms guiding humanity

innumerable journeys kickstarting
legendary modus operandi initially harm
less lee sounding out,
what manifested into a schismatic alarm
regarding millennial questions
undermining liturgical moorings
strong lance heaving arm
irrevocably toppled geocentric mindset,
nonetheless this oblate spheroid dance
sing with the stars redoubled
devout hangers-on fixed

with barnacle cleaving
devotion stalwart stance
populace behooved
(as would be expected),
when Doubting Thomas'
(Paine) revolutionary screeds
threatened (prior to unending)
universal schema just by chance
and despite proclamations pronunciations,
and provocations roiling status quo
hashtagged as evil rants

eventually zealous warfare between
growing heliocentric individuals  
with sacrilegiously blatantly deranged
fiendishly gnarly heathens –
perhaps the Renaissance own
groovy, nutty, and trippy Timothy Leary
the dawn of a quantifiable, explainable theory
(minus all those concentric
embedded orbital paths)
diktat preachers eventually became weary
to challenge recalcitrant

(purported hell raisers
****, I would have fit right in
as a rebel rouser)
whereby agents provocateurs
spout vestigial claim
to Gaea remaining front
and center of galaxy
on par clubbing with Mother Mary.

In secular France
a Priest was shot
by a non secular
shooter shouting
sacrilegiously in
secreted synonyms
spontaneous satire
with satanic scold.

Might be Syrian as
it fits the narrative
of another French
crusade against Islam.

How many Muslims
have the French killed
throughout history and
again more recently in
Iraq, Yemen, Libya ??