Best Sweating Blood Poems

The 'Beloved Community'
by
Rick Folker

One beloved community
in God's world
Where each soul honors
the Image of God in the other
Where neither Jew nor Greek
Woman nor Man
Delivers the 'manifest destiny'
From Sinai's peak

Where all are called to Isaiah's mountain
Eunuchs and lepers
Publicans and saints
Lips humbly muttering prayers
they cannot speak

Where all observe...

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Inverse Goddess of life,
You destroy what you refuse to love,
Love not, what your loins thirst for,
The smallest act of pleasure for you,
When you pee, when you poo,
Drives another nail into the weathered,
Worn planks of my life's final platform,
Imprisons my prayer for all that's merciful.

Oh where...

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While there is no story at all
unless it has at least two sides,
when it comes to ego's narrative lines
and epic paragraphs,
we have great difficulty in casting ourselves
as other than a one-sided protagonist story,
which others might see as including too much self-indulgent glory.

Winona LaDuke
tells a worship...

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Within the glass backed walls of the  squash courts, ....

Eager junior players are busy getting into their strides..
In small groups of 4 to 6, they are seeking to earn their stripes..
Religiously undergoing punishing  regimes while in training...
Perfecting skills and flair to better perform...

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Fear is not real

except inside your head

that doesn't matter

when you're dead

 

Danger, however

that may sound

is to be revered

if you want to stick around 

 

So fear matters not

but danger does

when you're sweating blood

and on a buzz...

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When He was in the garden
sweating blood was I one drip on 
His brow or was I the cause?

the cause of all misery
when he was condemned or
was it just hate?

just hate undermining
all His works or 
was it His plan?

His plan to save us
Save us from...

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The Silence of Sound


Prostitute walks lonely streets alone, in the early hours
  just to feel hope, in a yellow sunrise in... silence

Couple fighting through the night, paying no attention to the little girl
  hiding in the closet, holding her hands to her ears...

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Running,panting,sweating blood,
my chests a river and a bleeding flood.
Cursing,ripping, this beating heart,
how it hates to be torn apart.
The racing drum within my chest,
calls to halt this violent test.
Lungs are black,and engine broke,
no more strength is left to yoke.
Simply now there was a pause,
hold your tongue...

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poor pity solider
Eager to loose his horrific sight
Though his hope is sweating blood to seek the light
Light that helps him fight, light that kept him tight inside
The light that provides him the moon sight
With his kin at his side.

As candle lit in the sky
White foam...

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Coven

Dancing in the dead of night,
Howling at the moon,
Calling to Beelzebub,
Hoping he'll be there soon.

Waiting for the ignoble Beast
To come with his hounds of Hell;
Preparing for him a virgin feast,
Awaiting the sound of Satan's bell.

Spinning into a frenzied state,
Sweating blood before the dawn,
Each one offering...

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I am tired of this world,
this place,
people,
the way they laugh at love
their eyes are sweating blood
their hands are like some knife,
ready to cut down,
the warmth between two,
the care,
the love,
two hands together
and souls,
that merged into one,....

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exploitation continues
the thieves are ever at it
the heroes have departed
leaving behind the weaklings to be exploited
Here’s a worker sweating blood
while the eating homo-chewing dance frenzy
the tamed enslaved beings roam and wander
but only in the marked electrofenced domain
Aspirations limited,
Horizons restricted,
everyday eking
everyday fleecing
poverty adorns the wretched men...

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Everybody has a story to tell 
Publishers put the pages together to sell 
Leather bounded and sewn 
Message marketed over the phone 
It takes days to years 
Sweating blood emotional tears 
A package arrives in the author’s mail 
Books for donation or sale 
A commentary...

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Walking up a steeply-ancient cobblestreet, old witchwomen observe
The young man passing, sweating blood.
He has his cross to bear,
His words to justify, 
Betraded for silver
His friends to forgive,
His life to forget.
A tangle of barbthorns is his armour;
He rules over death:
Looks well in a tomb!
Vinegar is his...

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