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Omar Kawash Jul 2014
Vibrant yellow back
Defiant black streaks
Deceptively cute

Solid almost artificial blue unlike the sky or ocean
Speckled with the night
Assuming an artificial rainbow

Small eyes that radiate innocence
And an equally built body

Your diet is of alkaloids
Psychotropic substances
You use them to protect yourself
Psychedelics have brought you questions you'd rather not answer

I've indulged in the natural poisons
I can see beauty in harm, purpose, necessity
But if I let you be, I know you're no danger to me
Though, I'm a little too late

You're delicate and I am clumsy
You've warned me not to get to close, I’m bound to get hurt
I yield to what yearns to cradle your amphibious nature,
so unique to a monochrome world

Physicality is your weapon
An open wound lets your corrosive membrane transfuse my blood
You flood me
And oh, I moan. Action potential discharged, the sensory impulses to my brain.
You stop feeling slippery in my hand as I begin to rust

Little one, you escape my hands  
But I am paralyzed

Thickened blood, what went so wrong
Tender in touch, I didn't hurt you
But your defensive, corrosive skin reflected your inner malintent

Black mamba venom indisputably pierces the skin
Harsh betrayal of curious wonder
Black widow toxin, an unblunted destruction of the dermis
But you came in celebrated color

How am I to trust visual credibility of sinlessness
You're a poison dart frog
When the beauty that once enticed me
Has hardened the sanguine essence that filled me with vitality and awe
'Besem el Badan' is an Arabic phrase that translates to "that which poisons the blood."
Sinlessness is impossible
But not for 2 people
Who became God’s noble example

They are Jesus Christ & Mary
Who were sent to humanity
To teach them how to become holy

Her Immaculate Heart purifies
His Sacred Heart sanctifies
They are God’s ultimate sacrifice!

-11/07/2015
(Dumarao)
*7th Day Reflection from Catechism Booklet
My Poem No. 393
Tina ford Feb 2014
Shhh……
The silence of the snow as it,
Carries the winter across the land,
It is unnerving,
Each flake, a spirit waiting to be reborn,
Its new, its concealing, its inviting,
A white mask ascends onto the face of mother earth,
It covers her history of wrinkles,
Her centuries of faults and all her impurities,
She becomes new once again,
Clean…. Fresh…. Untouched,
Once again a ****** she awaits her lovers first kiss, and,
He surrenders to her innocence,
Her sinlessness, her emptiness,
He is beguiled,
He tempts her with his strength and power,
His breath seizes her, she freezes,
This moment is captured forever, if he chooses,
He envelopes her with his brightness, his fullness, his magnetism,
She is his once more,
Their passion awakens behind a blizzard of lust, hunger and want,
She trembles in the brightness of night, then,
Shhh……
Silence,
He releases her and she is alone again,
Solitude,
Warmth and fullness her only company,
Her river of tears strips away the beauty that captured him,
Her ages creep back,
Her foundations weaken,
Her oceans swell with heaviness,
The sunrise brings light again,
And she is ready,
It is time,
She gives birth to the new,
For this is the life bringer season
CJ Sutherland Dec 2017
A candy maker in Indiana around the 1900s
wanted to make a candy
That expressed the meaning of Christmas
So he came up with the candy cane

He used hard candy because
Jesus is the “rock of the ages”
he shape it into a J which
is the first letter of Jesus’ name
And if turned upside down is
the staff of the good shepherd

His candy cane is white to represent
the perfection and sinlessness of Jesus

And he added a thick red stripe as a symbol
Of the blood Christ shed for us
He also had thinner red stripes for
The stripes Christ received when he was scourged

So the next time you give or receive a candy cane
Perhaps you will look at it differently
Merry Christmas
This story was in my advent book from church
Vitis Lio Jun 2014
The aluminium folds
Under my able fingers
As I shape it to my
Will
My own tin man

I did not choose you
To be so heartless
Your purity lying in
The utter
Emptyness of your chest

And I, being the human I am
Constantly unpure and purifying
Find comfort in your
Sinlessness
Your inability to right me

No hope rises around you
And no shiver runs down my spine
At the touch of your cold skin
Frictionless
No strings able to attach.
For me more than anyone in particular.
polarisspark Jun 2018
Vague,strange and confusing.
You are the unparalleled  spirit of
The unborn crystal child.

Mesmeric as the soft drizzle of
Rain against the lilies,you are the coffee
Stain on pages of poetry.

A hot lacerating choking sensation
That completely engulfed your heart
As a lump of sobs you refused to loose.
In a paradise filled with nothing but  
Unrecoverable things.

It was astounding how you still look up
For the divine rebirth of the redolent blurred  fake memories.
With all these pack of desperation to find something
Made you smile , something claimed your rapaging soul.


When the sunset put his hat on with a half dozen stars were kissing the sky you soothed by the jingles of heaven's grief alluring lullaby.
Echoes of lyre's melodies brought the insomnia's starry vision of
Your elusory dream , those who barely wish for a drip of sweet hope back to sleep .
Receiving the thunderous quietness that shattered your tranquility.

"WAKE UP !" said the universe

It was there again...
Yes, a greedy hunger for the unknown pumping into your veins
Hither and thither had a sinlessness white,ravishing beauty and
unbearable lightness.

Unfortunately, for you it was just a suffocating shade of stagnation.
It was just you there as a reflection on the adornment unholy mirror.
You felt that one irresistible desire to observe a sad musing gaze filled the sharp abyss in your eyes.

Something calling you!

What incarcerated there was just a pure perfection
craved the vitality disturbance and the chaotic imperfection.
A glimpse of storm waited for its rage long enough with a fire's fading spark
Fighted to find anything burned for it.
But,Nothing was burning around , nothing just the nothingness.


A terrifying chill run through those unawakened emotions like a screaming
siren dragged those sloths feet into the hiding game .wondering if there
was any passing miracle could hold you before you catch up by the nonentity
As a comforting usurpation hard to capture , a missing destiny wandered out of
Your uncompleted written dairy. Eagerness swallow all of your sanity.

"when the restlessness keeps you yearning like a victim to thinking
While the lilac sky shed its tears watering all these pale tiny cherry
Flowers standing along the hill of immortality , there you will find an entity,
Who inflamed by obsession , the desire for addiction emitted as an
Anesthetic fragrant aching your lungs with uncontrolable breathing
Dive in the lovely warmth , just a stare will made you succumb and tumple down with
shivering knees . Now you could say
"good bye" to safe and souund

This is the den of passion.....

Let it tampr the fear inside your mind, playing with your
Sleepy creativity.
You had possessed ,he put a fever inside of you ,tearing up thought's monotony ,drown you with wave of curiousty till you feel these silkin butterflies
Fluttering in your chest .Bones ache , crazy heart's beats with huge
Smile dancing on your mouth , don't resist it ,welcome that unique
Pother ,racous and loudly deafening your surrounding.
Let him devours the angelic purity sulling you with sin's thrill
Enchanted by love's delirium.
Be a passion's lover
poetryaccident Jun 2018
Art as words put to page
paint inscribing deeper truths
splattered widely in response
to emotions with lurid fonts
innocence asks for none of this
it’s complacent to just exist
the inner child as a blank
if only this could be the case

inspiration comes at a price
the brutal muse on the job
tallying what has come before
streaming nightmares to inspire
purity as ignorance
the lack is enough to state a place
washed away without assent
by the tides of later days

see the horrors walk aside
shocking lewdness all engage
when the years demand their due
appetites conveyed to form
still the echoes linger on
sinlessness then declared
still in a life that demurs
closing down the cavalcade

consider now if both exist
as my words are testament
that emotions rise above
the water line of innocence
I’ll retreat to admit
there are realms of chastity
I’ll indulge these without words
before returning to write again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180624.
The poem “Before Returning” is about the ebb and flow of the artist as they explore the drama of life outside of natal innocence.  The artist does retreat to a place of relative purity as a balm to the waters they share.
Oh Mary, Mother of Faith
You taught us to obey God
Your humble submission we congratulate

Oh Mary, Mother of Hope
You offered us God’s Messiah
Your fruit of salvation we interlope

Oh Mary, Mother of Charity
You granted us God’s abundant grace
Your genuine generosity we credit sincerely

Oh Mary, Mother of Prudence
You confirmed us that you are guided by God
Your sinlessness we adore with magnificence

Oh Mary, Mother of Justice
You imparted us God’s impartial mercy
Your intercession we always please

Oh Mary, Mother of Fortitude
You showed us patience amidst God’s trials
Your endurance we praise with servitude

Oh Mary, Mother of Temperance
You astounded us with your chastity before God
Your immaculate heart we want to glance.

-09/08/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Mama Mary’s Birthday
My Poem No. 224

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