Best Blasphemy Poems

Blasphemy

Blatantly ephemeral or plain outright naughty and lustful
Praying for beauty in the eye of beholding passionate Gods
Angles and half dome shaped wishes curve balls and all
~ Those who write by the sword are judged by the Lord ~

Thanatos and Libido a close shave of mounds...

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Blasphemous humanity amounts to a cancerous cell within God's creation!   








© Demetrios Trifiatis
      12 August 2018...

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(These are lyrics to a song I wrote called "Blasphemy")

Verses:
Mother Mary sat on a bench with me today
But I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to say
'Cept, "Mother, oh! Won't you please save my soul right now?
I'd gladly do it but I don't know exactly...

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God loves everybody NO DISCRIMINATION
INCLUDING Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered HUMANS
These people are SHUNNED 
Told by DISCRIMINATING Bible dwellers 
“You will NEVER see the gates of Heaven”
“Adam and Eve” 
BLA BLA BLA
Some ARE born this way
What makes any natural LOVE for another HUMAN Evil??
Some lesbian, gay,...

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Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the...

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Where shall I flee? I’m swimming in the waters of misery…
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe 
How do I think cheerfully? I’m lost in the abyss…and the shadows won’t let me be… 
And I’m bewildered… I’m fighting to break free… 

(I can’t break...

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In the dawn of destruction, eyes look for salvation, hearts look for the lost prayer that could ease the pain, souls look for redemption from the screams and yells of men and women.

What have we become? Who are we?
Have we lost our humanity? Have we...

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Burnt like tongues,
in our steaming soup.
Now this taste,
is  of ashen anticipation.

The wasted walls of youth
decaying
In due damnation

the very writer of the law,
Indeed the first to break it.
Innocence like spiders,
distressed 
when webs were shaken.

ATHENA!
ATHENA!
stripped in naked virtue.
endless clout about you,
and a hollow soul before you.

Filled...

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WTFWT
A CLATTER, A BANG
A SLAP-A-CLANGER
A BAM OR SLAM
A FIREWORK BANGER
A ZOOM, A BOOM
A CLAP OF THUNDER
A DROPPED CHAMBER POT
A GAZUNDER
A SCREECH OF FRIGHT
A SOUND OF CRYING
A LIGHTNING STRIKE
A MOAN OF DYING
A RUMBLING OF SOMEONE'S TUMMY.
A BABIES YELL
WHEN IT CAN'T FIND IT'S DUMMY
A SCRAPING NOISE
A GRATING...

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Blasphemy

"The Truth will out."
- So say the sages.
Yet lies proliferate-
Pages and pages;
Though the nude Emperor parades,
Sans clothes and sense,
His adoring subjects embrace his charades
Trading reality for reassurance;
This is not a new occurrence.

We've been down this road before
And know where it must end.
It will drag us...

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What I say is utter blasphemy
the ravings of a stark-mad lunatic
I do not apologize
stone me to death
stone me to death
stone me to death...

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How does it feel to make a second best?
With hearts broken all around you
Lifes a test
And the test for you is to create blue
In every grey eyed girl in the world
 
How does it feel to walk alone
Under city lights on cold rainy nights
It feels...

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pretty pickle
by Michael R. Burch
 
u’d blaspheme if u could
because ur God’s no good,
but of course u cant:
ur a lowly ant
(or so u were told by a Hierophant)....

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Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common stars above us?
They winked, and would not tell.

Yet now our...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield no certainty of a resurrection.

Man’s tried them both, has added...

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