A fallow season a time of trivial hungers
that gnawed like a hypocrites prayer.
It was a Wednesday, or one of those days,
with sorrow sewn into it like a prison blanket.
He had been unlocked like a gull's beak,
his cry screeched from decades of dust.
“My ghost is in your body Beloved,
no one sees our earth,
the sunset and the ocean
fall into each other this way.
Death me in your moment my love.”
An imago had surfaced,
an image joined to something,
he once passed through or touched,
or noticed not with his eyes.
Under his skin, he pours stars,
black stars, bright stars
the living and the dead are him.
“Death me, as I stand, sit, or sleep,
plant your prayers deep into my emptiness,
drug my senses with yours,
dance me with your insatiable desires,
drag me up, drag me into
this dazzling death by light.”
A question mark tail
Manipulation azured
Cat strums dinner bell
Lamp genie, leg rubbed
Here is where magic begins
Tale of two kitties
The Coliseum
Shake hustle booty, duties
Reminds you calmly
Angels to record
Catechism lessons heard
Lest schisms bombard
Never a dull day
Clouds of 'tainment, purrtaining
To Biblical plagues
Don't lean in hard wind
Christ will return as Lion
We will also be kin
Talking fish plaque says
Cats'trophy?, plus Pawstrophe
Mysterious ways
Can scribes feel nothing, in spite of Psalms' convicting songs?
Or can the godly err, if righteousness prohibits wrongs?
Can the priests sacrifice, though they profane God's Word?
Can prophets prophesy, when prophecy goes unheard?
Can devils mislead, though they already know the truth?
Can angels fall from heaven, if their pride forgets all ruth?
Can God save the contrite, if he perished on the Cross?
Do sinners care, if hell's highways are paved with the lost?
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What words to give a little child,
that God is everywhere,
then let him ponder by himself
its meaning, all alone in peace.
In terms a child understands -
"In my shoes and in my hair,
in every breath I draw and give,
in everything that lives."
"Everything I see and hear,
full of endless Love and Care.
I shall not want for anything,
with everything to share."
So I stood entranced with ecstasy
until my mother, grinning, laughing,
gently took my hand
to gather me back home.
A fallow season a time of trivial hungers
that gnawed like a hypocrites prayer.
It was a Wednesday, or one of those days
with sorrow sewn into it like a prison blanket.
He had been unlocked like a gulls beak
his cry screeched from decades of dust.
“My ghost is in your body Beloved,
no one sees our earth;
the sunset and the ocean
fall into each other this way.
Death me in your moment my love.”
An imago had surfaced,
an image joined to something
he once passed through or touched
or noticed not with his eyes.
Under his skin, he pours stars
black stars, bright stars
the living and the dead are him.
“Death me, as I stand, sit, or sleep,
plant your prayers deep into my emptiness,
drug my senses with yours,
dance me with your insatiable desires,
drag me up, drag me into
this dazzling death by light.”
Euphism of a Catechism
saw catechism
which was a euphemism
and seen through prism
Jim Horn
Colors of Prism in My Catechism
Was like something else and a euphemism;
That I could read about in my catechism,
Not knowing,
Or going,
And had appeared like colors in a prism.
Jim Horn
Catechism About Catholic Math
Was reading catechism about Catholic math;
Used Holy Water when you will take a bath;
Made mistake;
Breath did take;
Must wash off sins caused by all the wreath.
Can you imagine a pervert administering
communion serving bread and wine.
Jim Horn
Do have a luxiorious labor day.
Reading My Catechism
Remember reading my catacism,
And problems regarding rascism;
Am apprehensive,
And also sensative;
Definately is causing cynacism.
Jim Horn
God bless Martin Luther King.
Was his name originally Michael?
Wills with broken wings
Manufactured poverty
Statistical facts of truth
Strategic lies of promises
All are carried by the Owl
On its back to the masses