Iconoclast Poems - Poems about Iconoclast

ICONOCLAST timeless   twictching as solidity endures   tomorrow a conundrum resolved   appears as a shadow running asunder a reassurance so uncanny resembles tonality   in its surtounding perspective glaring   patches a cornucopia of pictorial   pleasure in erudite convention lingers   afresh erudite   sensitive fiitingly   frequenting &repostioned thematically   otherworldly ravishing  & compelling NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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i made supplication to my heart to my very heart thudding and flopping chambered apart i prayed to the flesh how the spirit gives way i set up my altar i found beasts to slay i asked only that the beat would go on my glistening, grinding red organ song but the flesh made no answer as if by design the Universe tune is ever so fine i smashed up my idols i burned...

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Because the little children and animals that are molested, tortured, and unjustly abused. That has morals confused. Then all the guilty priest are just rearranged, relocated, "forgiven" and not even a f*cking slap on the hand. And possession and integration are only caused by what's conjured and summoned by his Holiness's priests....

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Like an iconoclast - who desperately wants to remove the portrayal of a false god from the mural - I want to relegate you; your image from the chapel of my mind. Oh, how I wish to do this tonight..!...

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When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle has passed from the law not in Rome or New Rome Jesus body is not on a cross but on His heavenly throne looking to the author and finisher as...

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The dusky dawn has come at last, and what has gone has long since passed, the game is done, the die is cast, the sun is rising all too fast. The scope is both minute and vast, ...

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Brother, have you lost your way Or is it just my imagination You always seemed to have everything so together Answers for everyone else Pretty melodies and moving verse But you’re looking worse for wear Brother, is that fear in your eyes Or is it resignation All those causes you fought for remain As the years slip away Life grows shorter every day There’s no escaping...

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