Best Judas Poems
when my thoughts trail down
those wooded paths we tread, i wonder
what there was to see in you
other than the beauty of any beast
wisdom dictates never befriend physical attraction
nothing is expected of friendship
other than the love it is
analysis, fools rush in, live, and learn
you saw in me a kindness to your needs
someone on whom you could depend, moments
when the soul lies distraught
the world walks on by, as i have learned
then for some reason, perhaps an innate evil
lurking in all of us
my kindness you perceived, a weakness
this did not leave me, bright position
prognosis, this too shall pass
in this discourse, leaves have fallen
winter always takes its toll
yet spring returns, life begins anew
yes there are frail branches
in the strength of this tree
they have learned to bend
let go, survive my judas
find your salvation therein
Phoenix 87 The Patient Stones
There's a story in the bible that should be clarified-
it's true that Jesus Christ was crucified and died
but Judas never hung himself I know he's still alive.
I was doing shots with him down at a local dive,
he was dirinking bourbon and I was drinking rye.
He was getting wasted as I listened analytically
to a story of betrayal he was pouring over me.
He wore a smile upon his face and talked congenially
but under that exterior it was obvious that he
was a raging fusion of covert hostility.
I sat there and listened through several shots of rye
until the conversation faded and then it finally died.
He paid his tab in silver and as he staggered off outside
I sat there on that barstool completely mystified
as to when he'd finally kiss this relationship good-bye.
Judas is a friend of mine but I want all of you to know
I get very nervous when he stops by to say hello.
The wind blew constantly,
Judas felt cold, cold outside, cold inside.
He had betrayed his love.
Could he make atonement?
Show some self respect?
Will love find out
how deep his guilt was?
Must he despair?
He was truly lost.
He sat down against an olive tree
A rotten fruit fell.
His despair increased.
The Bible never mentioned what fruit Adam and Eve ate. Certainly it was not an apple. Biblical studies considered the olive trees as the most predominant in the Mediterranean. It could have been large and sweet. After the fall of Adam and Eve, the olives turned sour and shrank. So Jesus began his Passion in the garden of olives. All this is theoretical. One can believe what he wants.
A.W. Nutter
Morning grass laden with diamonds
Reflecting light as the sun ascends
Sleep riddled muscles slow to respond
Fear shoved aside as hunger transcends
Past sins continue to haunt the present
Forever trapped in an earth bound hell
The plague of suffering is heaven sent
My soul imprisoned in a living shell
Born to a sadist, another reprobate
Life a facsimile of countless others
Reincarnation, my preordained fate
Symbolic murders in my thirtieth year
Breeze caressing, naked legs and chest
Involuntarily shivering from the cold
God's retribution, collecting his debt
As this day of torture begins to unfold
My master approaches giving me a kiss
Before he begins carving away the skin
Eons of screams, echoing in the abyss
No salvation offered, no remission of sin
They asked: “Why did you seal His death with a kiss?
What did He ever do to you?”
“Well the truth is, is that I was sent
To make sure Master did what He was supposed to do
I made sure that He would save the world
Through the Crucifixion, through His blood
It broke my heart to see him die in pain
If I could’ve saved Him, believe me I would”
They then asked: “But you sold Him for thirty pieces.
Shouldn’t the King be worth more?
But I laughed and said, “Ah ha you’re wrong
For I threw the thirty pieces on the floor
The Master was ‘betrayed’ for free
I could not put a price on His head
I could not bear the thought of knowing
My Teacher would soon be dead”
The last question they asked was:
“Do you think you’ll go to Heaven after what you’ve done?”
I thought for a while and answered, “I hope so
For I was God’s chosen one.”
They smiled as they departed
I prayed they finally understood me
And guilt finally devoured my soul
And I hung myself on a tree
My phone rang and it was my
lover calling.
How am i to know,
It was to talk of an empire's
falling.
I raised my eye brow,
With a face full of smiling,
Not knowing it was my judas
cock crow..
She hid a secret she now
declares,
That she was to be another's
wife.
She said "take care,"
But she was the love of my life.
Now I had to take note and be
aware.
Before I become the deadly
victim of love's strafe.
Clothed with the purple blossom
of judas tree.
Now I finally realise,
That she had been telling me
lies.
Of how we will be lovers until
she dies
My eyes can see clearly,how
time flies
How time exposes the truth like
fire flies
All these,I see with my eyes.
What crimes have I committed?
To be rewarded with betrayal.
From her heart,my memories
she evicted.
Oh no!what caused her to be so
disloyal
A new groom her heart elected.
Going through the summer
times,
With my friends all around,
Asking for my crimes,
My only crime was loving a
damsel in distress.
For her I write these lines
Because after she left
I found my gold mines.
AUTHOR-TIMIPRE BRIFINI
Why, Judas why?
Your kissed became the treachery symbol
Sold your faith but hanged yourself and die
After you returned that thirty pieces of silver
Why, Judas why?
Might you have a big crisis for money?
A sick parent or child, perhaps
To cure their pain, but 'twas cut in the story
You returned the dazzling silver
Might they've never fulfilled their promise
To never hurt your master
That's why you weep unto your best
Why, Judas why
If the tree and the rope could talk, they'll never lie
Might you've kissed the image of your master in the wind
Before you bid the world goodbye
10-26-2015
Mysterious Aries
Judas Iscariot
Through and through bent and bowed,
your withered heart cries aloud.
Alone oh, so alone!
In tempests darkened blackened soul
I stared, stared unto the night
where broken angels hid from sight.
Was it Satan who offered up
a golden chalice, a golden cup?
So the priests and Judas too
agreed on thirty pieces for the Jew.
As the silver was counted out;
see the Roman soldiers all about.
Now to betray with a kiss,
an ear cut off you’ll never miss.
Poor Peter denied me thrice,
as the cock crows run like mice.
So to the temple Iscariot goes,
seeking justice seeking blows.
Find a tree, ta hang ye by,
broken man soon ta die.
This field of blood know this day,
is where Judas chose ta lay.
Pilate asked a clever ruse,
“Art thou, the king of the Jews?”
Through and through, bent and bowed,
your withered heart cries aloud.
Alone oh, so alone !
In tempests darkened blackened soul
I stared, stared unto the night,
where broken angels hid from sight.
I. Warning Note
Your heart, I have seen
Your sorrowful heart
He would outwit them
As always, He’d done
Master has power, inestimable
He can’t be o’erpowered
So, good trade this’ll be
These were your thoughts
Yes, so right you were.
They won’t keep Him back
No, death and grave can’t
This, he told you
Your heart, I see
Your sorrowful heart
To repent,
To hope
Let it lead you
How did you learn?
All your failings, He forgave
Even this, will pass
Go not that way
The way of death
It’s the Serpent calling
II. Suicide Letter
Haunt me no more
Let me, rest take
Let me, this way go
Lest I be vexed to death
With the torment of shame
The sting of reproach
The curse of requital
Nay, the judgment
That of condemnation
Haunt me no more
Death must receive me
Now, it must receive me
III. Rejoinder in Death
O son of perdition,
Son of rebellion
How I longed
To, from your ways, turn you
Calling and calling
Lucifer filled your heart
Him you gave a foot
A foot and a hold
And now, your foot
In his hold
Will forever be
Judas Iscariot (Where Greatest Was Need)
So little their faith that the lost He did save,
it's not part of life but belongs in the grave.
Were it only as large as the smallest of seed,
they'd believe His success where greatest was need.
The heel lifted up they saw rightly not clean;
the reason He washed it they can't seem to glean.
Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
they'd believe His success where greatest was need.
Was He delivered by Satan or God?
They want it both ways, and think it not odd.
Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
they'd believe His success where greatest was need.
Thirty pieces of silver they say sold Him short,
but selling His failure's the sale He'll abort.
Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
they'd believe His success where greatest was need.
Kiss of Judas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le Baiser de Judas by T. Wignesan
In our century where one sells father and mother
Husband his wife and wife her husband
And who doesn’t with ease dispose the only brother
Gives up yet two scorched by blade and fire
Of course breath comes hard to him who thus
Horribly heartless sacrifices his friend
But efforts turn to Nought before man comes of age
Who without remorse at first is forced to vomit
Disembowelled in one’s own mummified body
No one’s spared by the multitude
Which draws us into it all like an epidemic
Each is smothered in the crowd as in the prison cell
All become lambs : who’s to be betrayed first
Under constant surveillance yet others to victimise
Each spies within the circle surrounding him
His soul lives stuck to the peephole
And if while in their midst they catch him in the act
To punish him they give him up to the Law
Thus every man in the steps of an apostle
Seeking to be approved worships the Law
The great one-eyed lady
The arrogant goddess
Whoever stands for such justice demeans his spirit
And creates in us a vile and villainous heart
In the name of the men of law and the public force
All functionaries like you and I
In this Darkness where Emptiness reigns supreme
I mete justice out to Judas
What he did he did for me
So that I might in turn do the same
Kissing the forehead in good faith
To such as he all over the earth
Every day umpteen times I vow
The mecanical anger
Of the labourers of the Law
(from Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Jours de la Passion)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 11, 2014
Thirty pieces of silver
My soul condemn to hell
Even in the presence of God
One can feel left out
Jesus how I love you
My life I surrender for thee
But something wasn't enough
I needed more than even God could give
Even God could give
Envy? Jealous? Recognition
One of twelve is never just one
To Gethsemane garden I led the arm crowd
And my sign was the kiss
I will kiss my Lord to condemn Him
"Greetings Rabbi"
As I kissed the face of my Lord
Judas kissed crucified God
The weight of thirty pieces of silver
Burdens the mind
There is no repentance for such guilt
Torture
Return the blood money but it is refused
Throw it down
And the silver splatters
Against the temple floor
Like drops of blood
Spewing from the cut throat
Of the white white lamb
The sound of silence deafens
Nothing can hear your screams
A rope and a tree
And the earthly Judas ends
Hanging into the bowels of hell
Judas kissed Jesus
For thirty pieces of silver
And Judas kiss of betrayal
Brought forth Salvation
" Judas kissed Jesus
and Jesus said to him
Friend, do what you are here to do."
I did what I was here to do
Judas kiss.
Beware the Judas Priest
Trust and obey this preacher did say,
Down on your knees for forgiveness, now pray,
Confess your misdoings, repent of your sins,
But lack of due reverence caused the plight that you’re in.
You’re morally just but have fallen from grace,
Unable to stand in the light of his face;
Judgemental, aggressive, condemning, unfair,
These are the traits that have taken you there,
Alone in your nightmare, unable to see
The pain your behaviour occasioned for free;
Selfish, dogmatic, conceited and blind
To the harm that your actions have caused to mankind.
Sit back on your laurels, examine your prize,
Did the wreckage you’ve caused really need all those lies?
You held so much trust in the palm of your hand,
No one could have guessed just what you had planned
You smiled in the foreground and judged from behind,
Laughed at the simple, the answers they’d find.
So now that your mischief has come to an end,
Can the damage you’ve caused to those souls ever mend?
Can your rule of injustice be followed by peace?
Will you really relinquish you hold and release
The memories you’ve kidnapped, the traditions you’ve squashed,
All the hope that’s been stripped and the innocence lost?
Will you wake up one day and look back with remorse
At the carnage you’ve caused in the name of our Lord?
At brink of solace
Out in the open space
Where Judas died
It's where I'd hide
The crickets chirping
And the wind is whistling.
People have been dying
The lords are laughing
This is life's agony
This place of tyranny
A world of sorrow
People without good tomorrow.
Oh Judas
Where art thou?
Has been out heard
Has been outspoken
Has been loved
Has been broken
To my sorrowful country
I'd give myself, I'd bury
For dead is Judas
Not a boy but a lass
A case filled with lies
Brought you to your demise.
Their faces with a grin
Without realizing their sin
I'd sure miss you
Even the others won't do
I'll sure miss you saying "hi"
I'd bury myself and so here I lie.
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This is an awesome subject
so serious it must be taken so
as Judas was found out a betrayer
so any of us could receive such a blow
Are we good religious people?
so we go to church regularly and do pray
help all we see in many a need
read your Bible each and every day
We've a high position as church leaders
looking on people think we're morally true
baptised we are and regular at communion
all things externally expected we all do
Judas Iscariot fulfilled all of this
but still, he missed the mark
Satan entered into this professed disciple
showing he was still awfully dark
Sin and Satan must not be allowed
to enter us a little no not at all
we must keep ever close to Jesus
kill sin pursue righteousness keep on the ball
Think often of Judas how he fell
make this our life lesson not let Satan in
for he wishes to sift us like Judas
but Jesus is praying so we will win!
(Then Satan entered into Judas called Iscariot, who was of the number of the twelve.) Luke ch. 22 v. 3 (ESV)