Best Exorcising Poems
EXORCISING THE ANGELS
Armed with lethal joy, hard chromed, and brutally alloyed,
with warmth and good cheer, I blaze the deep dark depths.
Down into the hole, laughter in the wind,
the water is cold as we ride the winter stream.
It's pirate time as the clouds steal the sky.
The heavens are gone, but I wouldn't know.
Perhaps the spirit fades in the daily haze,
clouds so low, fog so thick.
So what? It's to the frozen ground I stick.
In the freeze the flesh turns white,
later to shatter into the shards of black so final.
But the heart still beats, and the eyes still see deep
into the hole where the spirit dares not go.
So give up that ghost yearning for the heavens never more.
Who needs heights to soar when armed with lethal joy?
Broken-legged I march, new home sweet home,
with my bag of dead cats' bones:
Treasure trove for pirates sublime.
god temporarily assigned a superior
you would know him as life
here to teach the meaning behind the whole thing
Due to the fact god has no god
he needs to have the experience of finding himself
in a similar way that we find god
Until god finds himself
our society as his reflection
will look upon our own innocence with misunderstanding
left to question those who are condemning
the very thing missing from their lives
the realisation may occur he did not keep mankind pure
and he had victomised the only one true reflection of himself
with the devil of guilt needing to be exorcised from your creater
holding himself hostage by his own misunderstandings
he will eventually look back at his experience
see it in another light
and the mindset of sin upon mankind's shoulder
will be blown away
at that point mankind has offered god a choice
and as mans plan to surprise their maker
to relieve him from his soo called tarnished image
we have a plan of good will
where irregardless he choses the right thing
an attempt to help god out of a destructive cycle
we all came here to offer support
I am predicting a heavenly breakthrough
that revolves around the cycle of life
something he created with a great purpose...
one that has yet to have been fulfilled
Eventually this will end the war of all wars
of our worlds
when a dream seeped
into a dome of light,
I was already leaping
with tale of grand sights
I was falling into
days consciousness
but a demonic spell
had begun to possess
in a depth of sleep
in the quietest dark,
I felt a presence
slide to make a spark
a nightmare of jowls
shadowed his face,
then his slimy fingers
stuck into my grace
he took my thoughts
on a hellish ride,
I was hoping my mind
didn’t burst open wide
the torture of angels
struggling on the racks,
was matched by the faeries
whip-marks on their backs
the mushrooms of love
had fungus and warts,
a cathedral of dreams
slipped out of all thought
with unicorns hobbled
and chains on their legs,
the elves head bandages
held together with pegs
the beautiful sights
I had run back to tell,
was lost in a nightmare
as I was living in hell
but endless this horror
well, it wasn’t to be,
as I write this poem
that dream is set free
but that’s not to say
that it wont return,
as I sleep in the night
dreams start to burn
Deep rooted fears manifest
Bubbles rising to the surface
Released at last from house arrest
Mind-body emptied by divine grace
There is neither judgment nor shame
Upon viewing egoic fears jettisoned
Treating life as but a game
In blissful rapture positioned
02-September-2020
In sync with exorcising
An inner restlessness
Up on winds, runner's, biker's
Soul-freed who'll then confess.