"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
I get it! Love one another,
trying our best to get along...
but, when it comes to pertinent
issues, how does one compromise
with wrong? Well, no one
knows the truth, each having
his or her own – hmm...so, burn
your bibles, ignore your
parents, no seeming facts
should be incorruptibly sewn to
the fabrics of developing, hungry
minds – instead, imprint them with
social media of all brainless, circum-me
kinds –
and a cell phone
to replace prayer and God,
who most likely, thought he had
seen it all, having survived the
thoroughly self exploratory era of Mod.
DAUGHTER of JULY
Impalpable wealth - in family
My children, are my messiah
The true road to immortality
Once dead - we disintegrate in to dust
Passing on this planet - to the ken we entrust
They learn our behavior, absorb our personality.
This daughter is a savior, and pure pride;
without a doubt. Incorruptibly.
Pro-creation is the closest
to God I have come.
So obdurately - Never.
I bow to none,
yet somehow worth
has stoked provoking
life is worthy of living;
when you begin
living for someone.
Unconditional adoration
my biography, she’ll memorialize when my life is done.
Her birth has given existence a completion
Tragic or Comedic?
Now that I revolve around a new sun.
Given new reason.
My polarity has flipped
the center of Future. The center of Me.
Love is in orbit, my shade you eclipse.
To My daughter Mallauri Shade with infinite and eternal love and gratitude.
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