I'm fed up with the trolling
I know what I will do
Now that I am outraged
I'll insert the screw...
Hey! Maybe wait a minute
I'm acting way too rash
Revenge is not productive
Why respond to utter trash...
Yet! Trolls deserve an answer
though I'm no cop in blue
Perhaps there is no choice
But to insert that screw...
Drat! I confess I'm chicken
My feathers surely show
No one ever taught me
To say that one word ~ 'No!'
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.
I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!
For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.
I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.
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Your smile overshadows your desire to cry
but I see the sadness beneath those eyes
your soul needs a place to hide and disguise
the true feelings you harbor within you
Why are you so sad tonight?
words come still, yet so contrite
don't speak at all - you've got that right
that's not been taken from you
Can you express how you feel about me?
probably not, that's not reality
don’t know that I would want to see
that I didn't know the right way to love you
You matter to me more than words can say
but for now I'm just stayin' out of your way
‘til you approach me on your own one day
I’ll be ready with these arms to hold you
~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read
It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~
As you're drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~
The crocodiles teeth,
They n'awed into me
And tore me up limb by limb,
But I am not dead, nor alive
I'm a vision, a spiritual surprise!
A woman who bleeds from the eyes
For justice, and not to be criticized!
Do you understand that
even ghosts have to be remembered?
To be Recognised!
You beg to breath in my emotions
To get high off of my thoughts
So sure it's something you can handle
I'm not so confident in the strength of your "lungs"
For the term, "smoking you out" is a very great understatement
I've considered letting it all out
But I can't get the image of you choking on my insanity out of my head
You reassure me it's nothing you haven't heard before
While I am way to positive that you have no idea what your really talking about
I am fully aware of your desire to dissect my brain
Rummage through my own mental files for some sort of useful information to make you feel better about your own status
But you really don't know what you're trying to get yourself into
They are selfish, childish words
The ones that speak to me throughout the horribly long days
Crazy
Insane
I'm absolutely positive that would be your final conclusion
As soon as you sobered up anyways
The two for one price deal read “Open here”
with slick dotted lines and sharp arrows clear.
But false perforations
foiled nails, teeth and patience.
Surrendered, she opted for pop tab beer.
I know I’ve done wrong nobody’s perfect,
For those sins forever I will repent.
When I put the effort into someone,
I own all the emotions before the moneys spent.
I tried to be your friend,
I looked away from your past.
Thought you had changed I was so wrong,
Should have known this friendship wouldn’t last.
I did everything in my power to help you,
Put forth my support and emotions time after time.
Now you’ve turned this friendship cold,
The lies you spread about me roll off your tongue like a rhyme.
I hold no feelings towards you now,
To be frank you aren’t worth the fuss.
It’s just too bad people fall for your stories,
For it’s just venomous lies spewing from your mouth like puss.
Not to worry it will all catch up to you,
Hopefully people you offer your friendship to will pass.
I can’t wait to see what karma has in store for you,
I can’t wait to see it bite you in the ass.
Poetry
It is our dreams and failures,
It sounds like the rain and thunder,
It looks like the calm before the storm,
It feels like a never-ending rollercoaster,
It makes me feel sick.
thanks to Karen O'Leary for her great writing exercise.
You’d think the whole of Christendom
Would know better.
You’d think the snake
Would have told them.
“The square root of pie…………Is equal to blah, blah, blah………”
Define this……………
It may make you feel wiser.
It may allow you to delude yourself,
Into feeling more in control, more on the ball……………
But you were put here naked.
Ripped from the womb of your mother.
And anything NOT understood
On a cellular level will never be understood.
Define this………………
Did you feel that in your gut?
You didn’t need a definition did you?
If it isn’t there, in your gut,
All the definitions in Webster’s unabridged bloody dictionary,
Won’t help you understand.
So,
Stop defining, Refining,
Analyzing, Dissecting,
And rejecting………
And go breath!
You're lost in the charm of a midnight ride,
as I imagine your body as the chest
where the ring resides.
Truancy of care;
hide ablaze and bare,
not an inch of YOU is spared.
A blank canvas,
you let me paint whatever the ( ) I want.
Mixed and swirled,
I paint an absent world;
makes your limbs unfurl.
Soft kiss on the lips,
a consummate eclipse.
Exquisite depravity;
got a feeling of anti-gravity.
Space in its multitude
has got no law governing me and you.
Deep inside sounds like a funky bass line;
got a perfect twang like two bodies intertwined.
Staring number three right in the face,
ubiquitous ecstasy has found its place.