"sadducee" poems
You came back with rage again
You stupid, freaking, angry pen
I used to think that we were friends
But that seems to be coming to an end
You're an angry pen
A crazy pen
I don't like you one bit
You're a lazy pen
A stupid pen
A freaking baby nudist pen
And I Hate You
I want to write but you're too busy distracting me
With you're incorrect grammar and all your pointless babbling
I can't believe this is happening
How can a pen be mad at me?
I feel like a disciple and this pen is just a Sadducee
And I'm ****** off, again
But this time it's going to stay
All I wanted to do was play
But this pen led me astray
And I hate it
Every little click makes me cringe
Every little word I write makes me want more revenge
But lets face it...
What exactly would I do a pen?
Instead of taking it a part and putting it back together again
Well, it depends...
But honestly pens don't really make good friends
You rusty pen
You musty pen
You mother freaking ugly pen!
I hate you pen!
I breake you pen!
I can't wait to look down from Heaven and see your face in hell.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
This poem indicates my scatergorized pattern of thought
We are a generation of gas masks and 3D glasses
Now we are a nation of bullet proof vests and USB drives
Grotesque regurgitated shallow sympathy
Universal imagery
I’m no type of Sadducee
In medicated revelry
Mood disorders and bipolarity
Inspiration
Found at the bottom of a decanter from Macedonia
Truculent truths and the opposition of common place thought
Andy why am I so indignant prey tell?
Because
I
Am
Drunk
Ha ha ha
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
We all do try and write for a reason
and each have different things to say
at some particular time or season
we've got to express our thoughts that way.
It doesn't really matter who you are
or in what part of the world living
even if you're unknown or reside far
they're likely your words to be reading.
The 'net has brought distant people to us
who now can read what we have to say
in sharing our inner thoughts between us
together spending some time each day.
At times we do touch on the same subject
which isn't surprising there to see
for then we look forward to the prospect
of helping each other better be.
Many poems posted are badly written
so are, it seems, a few of my own
and takes lots of courage if you're smitten
when you're told or by another shown.
The world has so many problems of late
that some people out there try to fix
because a lot of them are based on hate
where both greed and lust are in the mix.
It would be wrong to ignore this fact now
which is tempered by rising anger
if they don't get what they expect somehow
that reward to offset their languor.
There are also many who suffer from
some kind of mental illness or stress
aggravated by their fear of that bomb
which if ever it's used cause a mess.
Such are the symptoms anyone can notice
when some of the poetry is read
that people have posted with their focus
on the internet by what they've said.
But this isn't mentioned here to scare you
only to highlight what one can see
and would be wrong here to say if untrue;
we'll try to help all those to get free.
There are also some who are harsh critics
and dispute your work to ridicule;
if it's on religion and they're cynics
asking clever dumb questions to fool.
Some of those last mentioned are persistent
and attack your work most of the time;
being doubtful poets laced with words bent
they'll try and accuse you of a crime.
They remind me so much of John X:Ten
or the Pharisee and Sadducee
that were written of long ago back then
finding fault with the One Who was free.
Being amidst them as the Living Truth;
speaking and acting with deep wisdom
He was destined to do since early youth
to help all people find real freedom.
From all of the things holding them captive
whether in body, mind or spirit
with divine knowledge, also to forgive
those who had done wrong and knowing it.
The 'net is a vast database of knowledge
and where poetry is there concerned
those who write, post, and read it all to pledge
never to forsake what has been learned.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
No matter how vile a man might be,
Even viler than ****** and more terrible
Than the devil; he will nonetheless
Have cheerers--his own people.
Witches and wizards loathe light--
Day is never their buddy but night,
Like ritualists and robbers and strumpets
Who prefer to blow the trumpets
Of their acts mainly in the darkness.
And however "good" you are, as Jesus
Christ of Nazareth, many shall be
Your foes in the Sadducee and Pharisee
Of the world. Though truth be killed; yet,
It shall undoubtedly again resurrect.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
I guess it's the Thought that counts
But your thoughts don't kiss like your lips do
And im sorry I told you no when you asked for a hug
But how am I supposed to hug you
How am I supposed to comfort you
When all I feel is fear
And you told me that I scare you
And that just scares me even more
I'm so fixated on the thought that I might lose you
I'm so displaced by the thought that I might choose to
I'm just kinda enraged that this is what I'm used to
Like how big is this fear
Why did I expect her to be able to carry it ?
Why do I regret things that haven't even happened yet
Like I can play it all in my mind
I don't need a fortune teller to tell her she's going to get hurt... that's evident
And I don't need to beat around the bush because the bush just beat me
With this fear I can't feel free.
And the thing about being free is that it's never free
I have to give up this fear that made me, me
And I'm scared to DEATH cuz I can't see
Any form of hope cuz fear is surrounding me
Like this fear is in the ocean but I'll jump in the sea
Like calling it something different is supposed to help
I'm just not sure who you want me to be
So I just feel hopeless trapped in loneliness like I have no one to hold when this gets real.
Because fear became reality
And she was my gravity
But I act like I can still stand tall like a sadducee
I'm sad can't you see
If ONLY you could see what's inside of me
I just want someone to feel bad for me.
But I guess it's the thought that counts
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC