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a raw beast slouches towards my native soil
the cradle holding our innocence rocks wrathfully
back and forth in the ruthless wind
the windows are shut the door locked
and still I hear the helpless cries
of whole communities collapsing
and crumbling because there is no center remaining
no mental balance left to connect the old
with the new and one day when the beast arrives
we will stare at each other with bloodshot eyes

and muse
*wir haben das nicht gewusst
Rainier Sep 2014
An instinctive magnet tugs me toward trusted tranquility. Know this; I’m worn... down like a cog constantly circulating digging ***** old teeth into grime chain dust grinds until dull. Mindless me crawls childish into cozy cocoon, closed lids closed curtains closed world; this personal nakedness so boldly open. A fickle fog falls feather-like upon it.

Reality rattles wrathfully. Neck cranes and cranium crashes; repetitious clock ticks times’ tongue licks as old lonely terrier beckons for reassurance. Hands tighten ears perk up just enough to capture the ghosts’ giggles and gasps in ceiling, walls. Eyes jump back forth seeing what is not. They stubbornly refuse to lock.

I froth. Heat of hell and hostile Himalayan wind. Each follicle creeps with sensation begging me for attention crawling like a rat beneath skin rug digging sharp senile claws up down around. Whole head heaves. Asteroid mattress hurdling thru heavens sans gravity. I cling. Hope for mercy is oxygen forced from lungs.

I have hatched, prematurely. Re-clothe re-hydrate re-medicate, re… ‘pray.’ I cruise about, cluttering crashing crying crawling. The surrounding world slumbers and I renegade against it, a radical revolutionary! The ropes, the chains, the weight that pin all of everything down have been shed!

…I realize that I am alone. I may never triumph, in isolation.

Vehemently, I attempt to bust back into fickle sacred place, a whir of anger and terror muttering all angry words counting in all directions all numbers combined compounded endless charts and tables fly through skull and out again in steam and sweat. Shoulders quake, ravenously rattling, an engine on last drop of gasoline.

Blurred thoughts now. What is this strange world? My anger grows confused. Waves of it crash each ninth (second, minute, time?). Periods of endless emptiness. Infrared glare lessens lucidity. Anger rises and exits as dove. Dark quiet forests rise from desolation. I sink into soft moss. Swallowed in warm soaking soil. Buried within Mother Earth’s soft embrace. Buried... Within…

The silvery steam. Settles over. This soul. I can no longer. Sense. I can no longer. Move. I can no longer. Breathe. I am. No longer. Here. I am. No longer. I.
attempt at psychoanalysis.
this is a work in progress?
The son came to his father
and with tears in his eyes
he said “my soul is ruined,
and my heart has faced demise.”
The father said “my son, there is
a light you must pursue,
A wisp deep in the forest,
that dwells amongst the dew.

Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

The lad went on his mission,
yet even at the start
the thorns of sloth beset him and
they tore his legs apart.
But still, his body bleeding and
his feet being weighed with lead,
he pushed on, persevering,
these words held in his head:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

And so he journeyed onward,
yet in his path there lay
the fiery beast of fearing that
did wrathfully buck and bray
it roared and charged our hero,
its horns did pierce his chest.
Yet through the pain he struck the beast
these words clove through it’s breast:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

So still the lad went onward,
yet who should he now find
but the wagging tongue of mocking
to place doubt in his mind.
Yet though all nerve and sinew
in his arms did melt away
his mind was ever focused
for these words did he say:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

All hope he had forgotten,
yet lo and yet behold
the shining Truth and Goodness
of which he had been told.
He forced his arms to outstretch and
his legs the pain withstand.
He grabbed the Truth and Goodness as
he whispered to his hand:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

And there he stood, a-trembling,
his strength was all but gone.
His life was quickly fading
but yet - the deed was done!
The Truth and Goodness’ light shone as
its power filled his soul.
And as his strength redoubled
it spake these words in full:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

The wagging tongue was nothing
as its words fell on deaf ears.
The beast of fearing feared, for
our hero knew no fears.
The thorns of sloth were burning as
the flame of truth shone bright
and though the night brought darkness,
these words shone as his light:

“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”

The lad said “Oh my father,
my heart now knows no tears.
I’ve shuffled off my doubting
and I’ve left behind my fears.
No sloth can ever slow me,
my eyes see through the night,
for Truth and Goodness guide me as
my everlasting light.”

Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.
mikecccc Jun 2015
God loves you
always remember
through war
through famine
through genocide
it's all apart of the plan
and when your all done
you can sit on a cloud
and bask in his awesomeness
or possibly if you waver
burn in flame
but stay positive
your wrathfully loving god
has his eye on you.
Kida Price Jul 2014
I pride myself in the aesthetics
Of my face to my shape
I mask it with humility
So I can grab a bit of your grace.
Vengeful to a fault
I've had my share of someone else's blood on my hands
I smirked as I extract it wrathfully
And destroyed them where they stand.
Immovable without motivation
You can't make me care
Sloths are my favorite breed
To mimic and imitate in their creed.
Say the right kind of words
And my resolve turns into a caress
Make me drip and remove my clothes
Feel your ****** and ignite my lust
Make me care less.
Press the pastry to my lips
One is never enough
Cram that baked good down my throat
What does it matter it it goes to my hips.
Gluttony has it's benefits.
I cast the green eyed glance
Of who has what I lack
**** your money and your rack
My envy is well intact.
Unless you leave it unattended
No witnesses to reprimand me
Let my fingers flee the scene
As your personal belongings now belong to me
It's easy to default to greed
Whenever I'm stealing.
Who wants to be a saint anyways
I have mirrors to crack
With my prideful rage
I have things to put off that I've planned for days
I have **** to eat when you offer to pay.
Even if you looked at me
You'd think my sins are my redeeming quality
Getting away with self involving
My hands around your cheap jewelry.
It wasn't me to which these crimes are pinned.
It was those blasted seven deadly sins.
I'm innocent and at no fault
I'm only guilty when I get caught.
what a waste Jul 2016
My life's an anagram
scrambled on the daily
by the toddler tendencies
of a **** drunk humanity
Single handedly scribbling lines
into the sands of my sanity
like a sapling wrathfully
thumbing it's hancock
through the dew drops
atop my glass canopy
what a waste Aug 2016
My life's an anagram scrambled on the daily by the toddler tendencies of a **** drunk humanity

Single handedly scribbling lines into the sands of my sanity

like a sapling wrathfully thumbing it's hancock through the dew drops atop my glass canopy
CJ Sutherland Aug 11
My grandchild made a case for Judas.
The question
Will Judas go to heaven.?
Although there is no way
to know for sure let’s postulate;

Judas had to do what he did
to fulfill the prophecy.
Was Judas sorry in the end?
Did he realize his actions
Would cause the death of Jesus,?

Did Judas go back to the Pharisees
To return The 30 pieces of silver.?
Did Judas asked for Forgiveness
standing before God?

Who was Judas? Was he of kainite lineage
descendent of Cain, who slain his brotherAble in the garden of Eden ?

Judas was one of Jesus’ disciples.
Jesus taught Judas stories, prophecies.
Our God is a wrathfully God but also a forgiving, loving God. Ultimately,

God wants all of his children in heaven.
Man cannot have one blemish of Sin
Each man has a purpose given by God.
Every point vitiated by this one detail

Judas hung himself. Taking his own life
Thou shall not **** He’s in God’s hands
A Cautionary tale for the living

Inspired song
1) Dark Horse by John Fisher
VLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Vitiate (vitiated) 8-11-24
To ruin it, or render it in effective
Safana Jul 2020
Not easy to understand
For his speech on a tongue
He has a word to convinced
Forgot, he speaks like yokel
His attempt, to wrong-foot his son
Having extremely wrong-headed
He behave almost, wrathfully
His world view is always odd
Claiming social manner he has
And selfishness is, his duty
Never think to learn from light
He is a man not on his word
He votive a blame than appreciation

Always

— The End —