"unsacred" poems
The human soul, as vile as bile,
Savage Cruel disturbed infected and distort,
The human soul, obsessed with foul style,
Sinful confused mishandled and extort
Devoid of ethical human feelings,
Inflicted with raw sadistic hatred,
Grotesque depraved dismembered killings,
Ungodly occultism, unsacred
Sickness requires resolute treatment,
Stitches to repair ripped incisions,
Reducing the risk of dismemberment,
Catastrophe fractured by excision
Ceased decaying crippled in dreadful despair
Emerging from darkness, disturbed and aware.
William James
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
That idolized word of yours - "virginity" - and my nature fail at getting along
Virginity steals my freedom
Why does my desire for ****** activity have to make me impure?
Why must I disengage from an uncontrollable arousal to be considered worthy?
You make the most sacred activity seem so unsacred
As if with every touch I lost my value
Why do you make my nature seem so unholy?
As if with every touch I stained my soul
What am I losing ?
If only gaining physical,emotional, and spiritual insight
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
I walk to the newsstand over
blue gray cobblestone jumping up
my soles, the windows of
every mother in Viterbo
looking at my swaying arms,
at the very reason I love
the squint of eyes in morning sun.
Because I am free from anticipating
a slow sinking earth, hung twined,
hung taut, hung thin, hung dried,
peeling off the body like
scree, relenting.
Because I am ten.
From five lire scrunched in a fist, from
a father’s request for Il Messaggero,
steps can brim with direction, with place,
with an appetence for growing
a grown man would lunge at.
Could make a mute anchorite sing again
to an unsacred sky: “a son is a son as
a song is a song, this is that I am
is why I belong.”
I walk to the newsstand
under glaring windows, under
the look of all Viterbo’s mothers,
under the sluice of morning sun
that piques the eyes as sliced brine,
and the stand is shuttered.
Dirt metal slats I touch once
to make sure, and then I walk
straight back, back with the sun now
behind, illuminating stone, in front of me.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
In the burning ghats where the earthly wanderer
leaves his leftovers to be singed and scarred to ashes
taking with him his soul wrapped in a white sheet
God knows where, I am with you on that final journey
In the temples where the joss sticks burned
and childless couples shaved their heads
bared their naked bodies in sacrifice for a gift of life
I am with you.
In the quiet clinical streets where test-tubes babies
are mixed and matched like cocktails
seeking world headlines, guessing at the outcome
I am with you.
In the back alleys of the brain where
dungeons of demons reside purged
from loneliness and depression. Crying
in their incompleteness
I am with you.
In the starry night where lovers meet and kiss
and cuddle and forget that tomorrow is another
day to rethink their togetherness in love. Starry eyed
I am with you
In the unsacred gaps in the scriptures where
fairy tales and impossible connections
are made, broken and burnt, often too old
to believe anymore. I am with you
On the journeys that you take
sheltered by the thousand pilgrims also
seeking the blazing light of holiness. Unknowing.
I am with you
I am with you as you walk the grass verges
of the sacrosanct temples and mosques,
the highways of information and the byways
of underprivileged children looking out for
another day of isolation in the busiest streets
of desperation.I am with you.
Even as you gird your ***** and prepare for the battle
that will help you survive in this raging metropolis
of unknown faces, names and destinations
coming from no particular place
I am with you.
As human as I am and completely in synch with your ideas
of humanness and love and laughter
husbands wives and children and futures
I think with you.I am with you. Human as......
Nothing can separate me from your own journey
into that limit beyond the limitless
where chaos, culture or organisations
are born from the same mother of reason
I am with you in that questioning. Why?
Author Notes
A reflective poem that asks ourselves on why we are human and yet
set out on journeys that takes us different directions. We are here for a reason and what is that reason?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
When the volcano erupts
they blame the gods,
it's a common theme.
Blood thirst is contagious
as one and all turn to
homicidal maniacs.
Witches, thieves,
philosophers, princesses.
Burn, stab, bludgeon, maim.
See here! The winds
of change bear arms.
Fear and loathing have no friends.
A prima facie they call an act of war.
But cold-blooded ******
is the criminal de facto.
Heathens in chaos
can offer no justification
for unsacred slaughter.
It's methodical
and evil as the Tempter.
A flag to hatred
when they'd given allegiance
upon the heads of their children.
And so, the sins pass from father
to son, mother to daughter.
The acquired taste for blood
will one day claim them too.
These very same kids
will smoke mom and dad
with the same zeal and spite
they butchered the collective royalty.
Listen!
Barbarism begins at home.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
Punished by the sun
in a desert of our love.
Slipshod the sailing stones,
how dispassion speckles the playa floor,
salt pans dissolve motivating force.
I'm a man returning to his ground.
You're a woman seeking refuge
in the cracked crevices of my rib cage.
So far below sea level,
where does love go from here to survive?
Perhaps, Chloride City
and the grave of a James McKay?
Maybe at Bottle House in Rhyolite,
the "Queen City"?
Either way, this sensation has become an unsacred mirage:
the watering hole, a leadfield,
with which we can only look back from.
Praying the sulfur in the sky
passes on from this place,
before we turn into something sodium, something akin to
Lot's careless wife.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
I fell in love
With you
You were made so
It was **** easy
I am
A mere mortal
Your eyes
Cast a spell
With their sparkle
Hard to avert
Your voice
Hypnotized
My ears
To listen
To the smooth
Ripples
On my soul
Your lovely hands
With their exquisite
Fingers
Were made for
Holding
Gently
Smoothing
My rough ones
Your hair
Formed a halo
Dark and lustrous
Around a full moon
Sacred idol
That I worshipped
Your soft lips
Turned intentions
Unsacred
Desire turned
To longing
At their redness
Your tongue mocked
My self control
With its tip running
Briefly across
Like a little flame
That set a fire raging
In my breast
For many years
I carried
Your picture
In my heart
Till a raging storm
Tore my body
Asunder
Casting me
Devastated
And forlorn
On an Island
Wasted and barren
Till your ship
Arrived
To my rescue
I fell in love
All over again
You were made so
It was **** easy
I am
A mere mortal
Your eyes
So gentle
Cast their kindness
Hard to resist
Your voice
Caressed
My heart
To beat
To the soft
Vibes
From your soul
Your lovely hands
With their knowing
Fingers
Were made for
Clasping
Gently erasing
My ravaged ones
Your hair
Formed a shelter
Glowing and silky
Around my own
Broken down face
That I worshipped
Your healing lips
Turned intentions
Sacred
Desire turned
To gratitude
At their fullness
Your tongue talked
My self control
Into returning
Firmly back
Like a little spark
That lit a warm flame
In my being
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 2:24 AM UTC
Scream! Scream! Scream! The cardinal rule of silence. Scream! The next cardinal rule of silence.
On words aching for a voice, a generous gaze be fixed. Lend a ray of light and shine on shadowed corners where thoughts have cowered. Forsake me not in unsacred matrimony of stagnation and decay, lest, I be not I. For voice not be voice which breaks when it disguise unmasks. Such is life.
Into the fabled lands of golden chance, my car rode my soul, glittered rot and creaking joints, not I, but my ferry for this diaspora unbidden, for one, but one quest—snatch tomorrow from its tree and fill the pockets of whose vines to the roots with whom I share.
For it gives them so much pleasure, to measure worth with what gift is on a hand, failing to see its callused back. Faces neither painted with hardened sweat and spit, nor eyes crafted with sight. Their comfort a measuring stick of whatever weaves the blood. It thickens with the sun and diluted in the cold, worse still, vapid in trying times.
Pictures are nothing like my reality, for no hope feel I, no shores see I in this sea indifferent to drifters, no reasons have I to follow behind the whims of my feet. In solitude, in its warmth, I bathe, than nestle in the wintry arms of feigned togetherness. Such a dear friend loneliness is, when it holds out its hand and speak with profane eloquence.
Until you set your fear free, then walk away you cannot. Until you walk away, then find who you are you cannot. Until you find who you are, then grasp freedom you cannot.
So note to self—be not afraid. So with all mustered fire; let go. Let go. Let go of fear. Be done with people who see you as Wells Fargo. Let go. Let go. Let go of thankless gratitude.
My compassion will not bend their will anymore than they can bend their own, for theirs is absolute.
Today, I’m an outcast cast away to distant shores by my need and my compassion for my blood so now I must reflect on how much of myself remains. I’ve grown arcane. How much of myself I have given to the twilight and what of me remains.
Yet, I’m torn between love that I’m nothing without and love no more and live.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
First pleas
Unsaid
Red eyes
Dry riverbeds
Here lies
Happiness
Buried six feet deep in regrets
Seconds pass
Out of time
Speak now
I’ve tried
Spelled out
Words repeat
Words first said as you fade to sleep
Dreamer
I call to you
Thrice more
Beyond veiled view
Same hour
Twelfth night
When fate took you from my life
Questions
Madness drives
To forefronts
Darkness arrives
Forever more
Your deathly dance
Unchained from mortal coil and my hands
Dark night
Fifth on same day
Answer me
In my dismay
Where she
Still alive
Would she stand to be my wife?
Sycophant
To demons now
Here I plead
Hear my vow
Disaster struck
Her voice I know
This pain in me only grows
Heaven now
At my back
Seventh cry
Into the black
Driving words
In my mind
Wond’ring how she left me behind
8:00
On the hour
When hands turned cold
When life turned sour
Thoughts careen
Into the fade
Twelfth night bereft of the day
Knees, you bleed
Heart is torn
My love, a corpse
With child, unborn
Words I read
Pure sacrilege
In hopes to breed words from the dead
Both hands dig in
Fingers trembling still
Hear my plea
Unsacred will
If she would speak
These words to me
Maybe I could finally sleep
All attempts failed
No price to much
Gouge out these eyes
Hands go untouched
One this wicked month
Short of a dozen years
I drive myself to bring you here
Oh Twelfth Night
What terror you bring
As words arise
From Hell’s opening
The inferno rains
Words burned in my head
“With this wedding ring, I thee wed”
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
The Evilness of the human soul
The human soul, as vile as bile,
Savage Cruel disturbed infected and distort,
The human soul, obsessed with foul style,
Sinful confused mishandled and extort
Devoid of ethical human feelings,
Inflicted with raw sadistic hatred,
Grotesque depraved dismembered killings,
Ungodly occultism, unsacred
Sickness requires resolute treatment,
Stitches to repair ripped incisions,
Reducing the risk of dismemberment,
Catastrophe fractured by excision
Ceased decaying crippled in dreadful despair
Emerging from darkness, disturbed and aware.
William James Stevenson
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Faith found me in the crowd,
With wondering eyes and messy hair,
Leant against the bathroom wall.
So I found Faith in a cafe chair,
With hot coffee and a smile,
More sober than before.
I find Faith in things I thought I buried;
In smaller sensations and softer senses.
I find Faith in holding hands;
And crying over movies;
In hugs and daily check ins;
In stupid jokes and surprises.
In small reminders of how easy
loving is supposed to feel.
I thank Faith for the Faith she has restored in me.
So for our Father,
Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be her name,
When her kingdom comes,
Leave me undone,
As on earth she is my heaven.
And I would make this my daily prayer,
If my disposition allowed as much,
You see Faith had a Faith in me,
Just as the Faithful have Faith in false prophets.
I've never been so good at religion,
My mind questions too much-
Has too little Faith in Faith and the Faithful.
So as I leave this altar running,
Hail me the false prophet,
And pin my memory to a crucifix.
This crown of thorns hangs heavy in blood;
These feet find their way to the confessional once more.
I never meant to be a sinner.
Father forgive me,
For the damage I've done.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
It's not his fault
and neither is mine
If you can not let the fear get inside
your bruised thoughts
to teach you that
love does not always treat you like that
I gave you peace
I gave you war
I never asked for nothing but not be harmed
by your promisses
that cut just like a blade
my troubled mind
filled with mistaken mistakes
We exorcized our demons on an unsacred bed
It was all about time
what a beautiful night we had
you were not supposed to take home pieces of me
that put together
show that I'm a confused symphony
And now that you're gone
I'm still thinking about
did I do something wrong?
and what those midnight talks were about
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
My heart is not broken
It is only in pieces that have learned to live apart
It was a choice of survival
Evolving
Floating
Connected by the same body of water
Though unsacred, shared experience records the nobility of freeing oneself to become every moment of your life
North is happy
South is sad
East is angry
West is glad
A mission trip to the four corners of future dreams
Armed with diverse darkened hopes sailing beyond each horizon but touched by the same sea
My heart is not broken
But it will converge one day
Washed ashore upon understanding lands made whole by the hopes of others who decided their journeys no longer could hide them from dreams that are ready to awaken
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC