He relied much on ‘expert’ opinions,
doctrine and dogma
as if assumptions and conjecture
were an undeniable truth.
‘Settled science’ was accepted confidently,
blind faith and an irrational rationalism;
the hand-me-down punditry of pundits
silenced his every doubt.
Against all odds
conspiracies conspired -
unauthorized books read to him,
even under his closed eyes.
One night he flew awake
like a bird departing a nest of fire.
All that he had known as true
were revealed as a script
written by a Satan that did not exist.
His hollow tree sprouted leaf,
incredulity flourished,
a belief system faltered, staggered dazed
into a ditch he had labored upon for many a year.
He became a heresy unto himself:
the beloved of God.
I'm never going to see
the great rhododendron giants
of Virginia
or yell"Hey Bear",
on the Appalachian Trail
seven trails cross Damascus
not one to Jerusalem.
CLOWN FROM DAMASCUS
Came clown wearing gown from Damascus.
Bought tent from down town for the circus.
He put nice rose Damask
on the nose of his mask
wearing garland of red Hibiscus
04/12/18
Note: Damask is a type of Rose from Damascus
'May 2019 Premiere 8' Contest by Brian Strand
VIDEO: LovejoyB: BALLOON
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg
"DAMASCUS"
There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun
Another's War
Damascus
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)
1.
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin
2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave
3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/
4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17
5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg
ROAD TO DAMASCUS
Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus
Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet scorching the feet of super diplomats and mediators
Wiki leaks castrating the reputation of this state
Opportunists and oppositionists eating asparagus and liver in candle light dinners
Selfish pseudo prophets calculating political matrixes, salmonella laced sugar tongued
Democrats cooking autocratic beetroot and propaganda pizza for media rituals and puppets initiation.
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A dirge for the ancient and modern
city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying
'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the
war of adults.
The wounds of Damascus are so
grievous that has defied
all treatments.
Swallowing its young generation
etched in hatred and
vengeance;
Of ideologies that consume the
very soul of Syrians
This is a lamentation for the wasted
generation, of a gap
deleted forever.
The city of Paul's crusades and
conversion.
Of foundations of a hundred
generations.
Damascus ancient and modern
on the brink.
I join my fellow travellers
On the road to Damascus
The guilty the ignorant the egotists
With our ashen faces
And threadbare skin
Confined and self absorbed
We walked mostly in silence
But some dare to speak of destiny
of been no other way
We can see Damascus in the distance
Beyond the mist perched upon the hills
But the road is long and many fall by it's side
And nobody weeps for the defeated
Their bodies picked cleaned
by eternal hungry vultures
Who turn honest men
Into money making machines
Oh they had me for while
Got me chasing television dreams
Driven demented by the fallacy
Of a corrupt and plastic reality
Yet Damascus always waited
So I take perilous steps
Towards that beacon of light
Hoping like my fellow travellers
To be anointed in it's enlightenment
Washed in its salvation
and forgiven by it's redemption
So I tie the laces of my tattered shoes
and swallow the last of my pride
And follow the road
That can have no end.
Sunset in Jerusalem...
The vendors scramble to rid themselves of fruits, vegetables, and cute souvenirs.
A young boy bellows at the top of his lungs,
"Hurry up! Going fast!"
A man carries a newborn and a diaper bag over his shoulders.
A mass exodus of shoppe keepers leaving the gate weary at the end of the day.
"It's quitting time!" I can just hear them saying.
Gnats swarming.
Trash scattered from a long day of peddling.
Pigeons and sparrows nibbling on table scraps while crows call off in the distance.
Sunset in Jerusalem.
Written outside of the Damascus Gate, Old Jerusalem
4-28-15
Gwendolen Rix
I'll cross the dunes where the sand has grown
And lift my eyes to the horizon last
For me to follow to my lovers home
Travel the desert this hell so vast
I need to find Damascus, where my love lives
The sky has been watched, the sands read
To give her my love, the nights we'll relive
With joyous comfort in her luscious bed
I'll not make Damascus if caught in a storm
Die alone in this desert, thoughts of love still warm
Frederic Parker
contest.In the Desert
9/15/14
DAMASCUS
Your opinion palpitates
on and off.
Riding on the horse of
pride,
You stumble across
your soul.
Ignorant about the
chaplet of pride,
Creampuff due to horse
pleasure
You ditto to continue.
Angels are in
accordance
Whilst you ride on the
horse of pride
On the road to
Damascus.
A great voice descends
on you
In the chambers of your
memory.
The tempest washes
your opinion away.
Even though you are
power drunk
And you are pride drunk,
Kiss goodbye to your
opinion,
Set out of your
opinion's hair
And dive into a
humble opinion
As you have more than
one
String on your bow.
19 Lines
3 Stanzas
Date Written: 25-Jan-2011
Author; KESSIE JUSTICE
AMENYO
Truth has become socially malleable,
personally customized and saleable.
Ruled Politically incorrect,
by the self appointed elect.
We’ve hit that slippery slope running,
led by diabolical cunning.
We're on that horse and galloping like Saul,
persecuting salvation...right St Paul?
The sin is the same as it used to be,
just a different apple tree.
Work out your salvation in fear and trembling,
for Truth and lies are conveniently blending.
On my long way to that
strange land
I cross sword with much
a hand
And smiles I meet of
many forms
But still I pull myself through
storms.
For here in me I put my trust
That is, beside the God I
must
For I will neither wreck my
heart
Nor tear my troubled soul
apart
With lies or suicidal attempt
Abuse, assault, or self
contempt.
To me, therefore, do I
belong
Alone, therefore, would I be
strong
For who would tell the tale
but me?
So how indeed would foes
defeat
A hard to crack a nut as me?
And if they know not how to
beat
And sack a castle high as me
Won't they retreat and let
me be
Or bow to me in fetish glee?
War is rot and peace is not
Till the horn sounds I'll
weave my plot
To crippled fate I cast my lot
Atop two stones I keep my
pot.
It was on the road to Damascus
When suddenly I was struck
It wasn’t a damascene moment
Just a great big pick up truck