The silence between heartbeats
is an abandoned cathedral of old.
As the heat from when hearts meet
Someday leaves me cold.
I sang praises, left offerings on altars
I declared the message for ages,
And swore to never be one who falters,
Stick to the Book; reread the pages.
I fasted for you, daily prayed,
Became your priest with my heart in the trade.
I abandoned all others, in you my life made.
Gave without thinking when you asked for blood paid.
I confessed all things in your box.
Laid myself bare before you
Whipping myself with thorns of what’s true.
And still. You took my tongue and changed the locks.
The silence between heartbeats,
It was once filled with you,
What was roaring with light and heat
You drank; out of me, all life you drew.
The silence between heartbeats
Is an abandoned cathedral of old.
And to enter a church again?
…I don’t think I can be so bold.
Categories:
apostasy, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'
Categories:
apostasy, abuse, betrayal, character, corruption,
Form: Narrative
With alacrity now, I give up
That, which my belief once usurped
To my thirst like a cup
However, the longing never stopped
Deem not, a-going astray
My new will to not
Genuflect, statutorily and pray
To that in marble or ivory wrought
I have not traded the missal
For a bride’s love nor wedlock’s ring
But my early truth, in a trickle
Hast dripped; a new faith, entering
Yet, methinks am gone astray
For the new truth, sounds several leagues away
Categories:
apostasy, betrayal, religion,
Form: Sonnet
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
Categories:
apostasy, angst, grave, mystery, social,
Form: Shape