Best Exorcism Poems

I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son...

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He rolled on the ground erratically, 
as though his body was filled with
embers. Villagers gathered around him, 
some whose mouths were agape.
Another child of the sun 
had been accused 
of interacting with a water
sprout, a domain which was reserved
 only for the gods. The elders...

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A. W. Nutter

Plagued with a cancerous infection
Tempting the spirit, devouring the mind
Experiences dividing the outward reflection
Which personification will the flesh be defined

The hymns they sang still resonate at night
Their hands reminding him of being defiled
Believing they could make Satan take flight
Cringing as they touched this...

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“It’s hard to eat ****, without having visions,
 & when they have eyes for me it’s Heaven.”
    ~ Allen Ginsberg, “Malest Cornifici Tuo Catullo” (1955)

Begone bland corporate effigy
Woman bearing
Little
Hint of satisfied smile
Thank God
There were no good old days
    ~...

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Emotionally devoid, love I must avoid
The solitude, left me feeling paranoid
My pity party packed, me against the rest
The narcissism making me believe I was the best
I would attack, give you not a chance for comeback
A young angry black, chewing egos as a snack
Fending off all...

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Hold your hands
In incantation,
Let them fondle and soothe
These throes that
Overgrow in my heart.
I long for your incantations
Like the beaker
Overflows.
This rending thirst
I need to quench.
Forage throughout my essence
And deliver me from love.
Deliver me from guilt,
Rescue my core
From possession.

I, this barren she of feelings,
No longer want to...

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My little bro has some news
He tells it real slow
Stage 4 in his lungs
Time left he doesn't know
My disbelief, denial, I couldn't face the fact
No way, they're wrong
The world felt like it was gonna crack
Each month it spread, another organ or a bone
Why him? Please...

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Between the bullies, and beatings
It left me full retreating
Into madness of mind
And sadness in kind
Revenge and rage, became fully engaged
They hazed, I phased, the boy became enraged
The monster, the madman, Grandaddy BAD I became
From that day on, I was never the same
God became a memory,...

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What I was yesterday
Today? I no longer am
Realized I was a fool
Had fallen for a scam
The Devil...Deceiver
But God... Not a believer
So where do I fit?
Purgatory isn't my game
How to correct all my misplaced blame?
Look into myself, a gaze into the mirror
The answer came to me
Couldn't...

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you haunt my dreams
and my waking hours
ever present
I need an exorcism
will that rid you
eradicate you
maybe from my mind
but not my heart...

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Sometimes I still feel like a child
Crying and scared, sucking back snot in bed
Suffering in silence, alone in the dark
Begging and pleading, I was just dead
So many memories repressed, suppressed
Trying, always trying, another try
No one to listen, for who would believe
A child wanted to die
My...

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Many years ago when I was a fledgling pastor
Spending time with friends was enjoyable
It was a small church with not much to do.
The local service station was a gathering spot
And while there, a policeman came in,
Said he needed a “minister” to come with him.

I said...

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She looks beyond herself
Every chance she gets
Yet he still appears to
The shadows in her soul

She didn’t know evil
Until it touched her
And held her hostage
She feels forgotten

The city weeps not for her
Her family is unreachable
The evil in her soul
Isn’t hers, and was never

She prays for help
O...

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I am the smudge in gods artwork
The rip in the wrong place
Step before me
face your choices
kill or turn
because choices i have none
The maniac behind the eyes
Scaring death to death
Brutality shudders below my gaze
Running from birth
Could not fly until i took flight
Shakespeare take a seat
The freaks...

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private function for soul mates and the pope
perceptions of the worlds imperfections have taken their toll
my own voodoo queen a personal jesus
saints of luck and time

The pope who exercised the last
made me flee my home

the game of life
setting up the future so ican be reborn

soulmate...

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