My phone said,'' Pay your screen time's high!''
I said '' Dear Soso,prophets lie''
It buzzed again,''Repent,recharge!''
I blamed WI-FI,life at large.
It knows my heart,my cravings,my schemes,
My father's father, my memes.
I'd do anything to save my soul,
But how scroll to toward self-control?
Forever, I lurk within shadowy wings
Betraying my friends for the silver it brings
Once I was the shepherd, 'n' leading the flock
Now I am the warden, 'n' guarding the lock.
Those who besmirch me, a'drown in the flood
The sweat from your nightmares, sustaining my blood
I, the creator of thousand-year rains
And I am the master of all that remains.
Unleashing a plague that none would believe
Commanding my armies to rise from the seas
For I am the Devil. Turn'd men into mice
And I am the lord of both fire and ice.
For I can be gentle, both charming and kind
To those whom the reaper has sent me to find
I am the 'darling' who hides in plain sight
But I am the cold 'n' the darkness of night.
The world is a crystal, the lines are unblurr'd
The rapture, delay'd until I give the word
I am the monster who smiles at your pain
Yet I am the mercy to heal you again.
Purveyor of sin and of poisonous wealth
Who drank from the grail of Jesus himself
I am the daemon who preys on the weak
And I am the keeper of all that you seek.
I abhor what I believe in
Yet, I adore it at the same time
What does this mean?
The lack of good conduct?
A mind of selfish ambition?
Maybe a crisis in identity?
My hubris intentions are in conflict
In conflict with a powerful being
I'm powerless but not forgotten
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 SOUND
A SHOUT OF JOY
A TREASURE FOUND
A TRILL OF A BIRD
A FALLING TREE
I GIVE UP,
IT'S PROVING TOO MUCH FOR ME
I WILL STOP AND HAVE SOME TEA
WTFWT CAME FROM MY MOUTH TOO EASILY
I AM NOT THE GIRL I USED TO BE!
Broken heart black with grief casting shadows
Teal tears grabbing wrinkled cheek as if life lines save souls
Precious memory of good weighing the bad
deciding to sing the blues
Bloody blasphemy!
How dare you put less value on the grim events!
Without them time has no measure of merit
Gold and silver mean nothing to the pigs
Who love the dirt of the earth
Still caress pain as a power to persevere
Defy the odds despite the dark clouds of this day.
Written for Shadows Poetry Contest 9/20/23
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
denying the influence of the Holy Spirit of God
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).
Blasphemy of course, the blood seekers wailed.
Afraid of her God, Baal, terrified of her tantric sexuality
She was all the things they feared the most.
Assertive, calm, self-pronounced, meditative,
Thoughtful. She would turn the women into thinkers!
She was golden to their pretend silver.
Fear encouraged them to plot her demise and death
She is a jezebel, one who had been rebuffed said,
stirring them up into a frenzy, enjoying their quickness to
follow, without questioning his arrogance or his motives.
Ophelia was sitting under Wisteria, watching a praying mantis,
No concern at all, not realizing their fierce anger towards her
Feeling one with nature, and Baal, she was content.
Even forgiving Hamlet his mistreatment of her.
Her thoughts were of Mt. Zion, and how beautiful
her last visit to Jerusalem had been.
She who had no knowledge of the fierceness
Of feral men who misunderstood her, and were
plotting to throw her over a balcony,
to squelch her beauty, and her beliefs.
She was a danger to them
apparently.
Cosmic harmony:
God's infinite creation
Blasphemous humans
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2018
5-7-5
Blasphemous humanity amounts to a cancerous cell within God's creation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2018
Spreading Blasphemy
They've made a world of sin
Creating secured limitations
Guiding disposable sheep
Exploiting their pain, denying their pleasure of reaping
Freedom containing within a mortal shell
Higher powers spreading a living hell
Your existence feels scorned
Uncleansed, despising this way of life
No longer intact, peace ad tranquility dissolves
Infecting the good-hearted nature inside
A strangle hold to release are way
As hatred becomes concrete
Fearful of horrid hypotheticals
Uncertainties of the future
Wanting to rise from nothingness
To embrace the gift of life
The inner sight of possible visions
Wanting to lay down in a meadow heaven
Not a prisoner of a dirty system
Breaking from the infliction
(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 how"
Hail Mary! Bless me twice!
Judas betrayed Jesus Christ
In Revelations, prophets said
John the Baptist lost his head
Chorus:
You gotta pander to my ego
Herod was my hero
Why didn't Noah's Ark fall apart?
Genesis was...just the start
Verses:
St. Peter slammed those Pearly Gates right into my fuc*ing face
Just too much sin I can't get in; no mansion there for me awaits
The wife of Lot, she turned to salt, but it was not all her fault
She ran away and then looked back as Sodom burned, and that's a fact
Repeat Chorus...
Verses:
Well, life was Hell so Jonah sailed into the belly of a whale
Daniel in the lion's lair; Delilah chopped off Samson's hair
Cain killed Abel out of spite as the Lamb of God got sacrificed
There came the Whore of Babylon while Thomas doubted every-one
Repeat Chorus...
**Just trying to post something a little different ;)
Brand those scriptures, honey
Brand those scriptures, darling,
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em fleet and wild ---
Cease and retreat, honey,
Scald those chapters.
Scatter them over, darling
Now! Advance
... With your dagger.
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em, honey darling.
Believers are going down this century---
They may never again ascend.
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend
So swing with fleet feet, honey,
(Christians are praying low)
Swing with fleet feet, honey---
You may never swing again.
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
Brand ‘em, Lucy, darling,
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
(The rush is sharp and keen)
Brand those scriptures, Lucy
(Christians are praying low)
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend.
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 and then sucked dry,
your love like one would bar tend.
mixed and then poured out,
an oscillating option.
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 cold, but warmed with the thoughts of a gun
And a hand that would reach out to no-one
"Honey, it isn't the same"
Well whos to blame
Lay sitting phone busy on the doorstep
Because what you did, made the rain cry
Wondering why to god
And praying to the devils child
You got it all wrong
And your decisions are wild
With a knife to your wrist and a girl loved left pissed
How does it feel?
To have that light in your life shut off and left to gather dust
Like a painting on the wall
So many of the same clutter your walls
You got what you wanted, and you don't feel feelings
It's because you're a work of priceless art
And all you ever cared about was yourself
So you can't see that girls changing
To feel like the world around her
...
You could always tell when I was upset
Because I'd write and write till my pencil broke
And the outcome never really rhymed
Am I upset?
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