Long Filth Poems
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The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination
Winter’s cold chill no longer powered by time
Something so familiar creates a great sensation
Long ago I had already fallen to this temptation
Following my heart, but also committing a crime
The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination
What I would sacrifice to again feel that elation
Just for a moment, yes any mountain I’d climb
Something so familiar creates a great sensation
Too long I’ve lived with a constant hesitation
Foolishly lowering myself into filth and grime
The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination
I hope with everything, but there is speculation
Am I Pavlov’s dog salivating simply for the chime
Something so familiar creates a great sensation
Most importantly I must change this situation
No longer will I look at normality as sublime
The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination
Something so familiar creates a great sensation
The title isn't I don't have a title, I actually don't have a title yet.
I was musin' yesterday about things I cherished as a boy.
Simple things, yet in my parochial world, things that brought me joy.
Anything from apples to Zweiback and so much more,
Could then be found down the road at the local country store.
For a quarter I could buy a straw hat to stifle summer rays.
Seems all you can find to wear are baseball caps nowadays.
Ah, to savor the taste of that old-timey original bottle of Coke,
Though the tingle in your nose almost made you choke!
Were there soaps other than Lifebuoy? I never knew of another.
'Twas used quite often to cleanse my mouth of filth by my Mother!
When it was a nickel pack of gum you had a hankerin' for,
Black Jack, Beemans or Clove was available at the local store.
When I could cadge a nickel from my hard-workin' Dad,
A Clark, Bit-O-Honey or Powerhouse candy bar could be had.
How I savored Walnetto caramels so delectable and chewy,
And choc'lit covered creams, delicious but oh so very gooey!
I quivered with excitement openin' a box of Cracker Jacks,
Anxiously lookin' for the simple prize, never mindin' the snacks!
Alas, such simple delights that I enjoyed as a lad are now lore.
I reckon tastes have changed - such things don't abound much anymore!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
she might have been beautiful
I'll never know
she might have been the best mother ever
Again, I'll probably never know
no bruises, no witnesses
did she lurch out in screams
as you handed her the grief of your business
how slanted you stood
tell me was it brief or was she another victim
sunday, bloody sunday
how unworthy you are to see monday
if life were a sitcom
i'd been abortioned
smiles, tears, divorce
a portion of a potion
if i make it to next year
i'll be twenty-five
and well alive
I wish i could say the same for you
Do you remember the twenty-first day
of that ninth month
she held on to this pain for you
i was born for this
bred from a diseased quilt
a testament of mans filth
a glass of wine
a past confined
perhaps we were nickel and dime'd to death
sometimes life resembles a fine line of stress
like a satin pillow
with burgundy stains
I worried you sane
"was it not lovely when i wrote away your misery
through my eyes i'll show you the world
it was a beautiful place"
i have no intentions to care what you think
or how you blink when your nightmares sink you
days have forwarded past you
i can only hope to out last you
i'd rather wear a mask then resemble a fraction of you
there was a time life was as simple as green pastures
slaves would cling to masters
women would sing of asterisks
of all the perfect worlds is this the one you designed
i'm feeling quite refined
over the years we've worshiped war
so many have died
you see the tears of porcelain stars
yet you learn nothing
nothing means anything
until you lose something
"If you lost your life for every mistake you made
you wouldn't make mistakes."
the black hitler's journal, entry II
I've seen life, the beautiful and magnificent
Spectacular magic, yeah I've witnessed it
I've felt joy, excitement and splendor
Laughed until I've cried, yep I've been there
I've seen life, the uneventful and calm
Mundane routine, I've sung that song
I've felt peace, had comfort, a home base
Protection, nope, couldn't complain I was safe
I've seen life, the endearing and compassionate
Euphoric bliss, it was, well... Fantastic
I've felt love, comforting and unconditional
Forgiving and hopeful, the best of them all
I've seen life, the fight and struggle
Stress, anger, all things I've had to juggle
Felt determined, stayed strong till it was over
Fought through it, I endured like a warrior
I've seen life, the soul shattering, devastating
The tear filled, yea my heart was hurting
Felt broken, helpless, hopeless, defeated
Desperate and pained, I've been beaten
I've seen life, the come back, redemption
Fought back, I've overcame, did I mention
I've felt triumph, victory a moment or two
Smiled again, after all I've been through
I've seen death. The end
The last one to see
Final moments and everlasting memories
I've been caught off guard
I've seen it coming
It didn't make a difference
With all I've seen, with all I've done
I'll let you know who won
I've seen life and all it can bring
Still it's the champ, it wins the ring
In all its filth, in all its glory
I'll always choose to continue the story
In an extended world, we live, a universe already fated and finalized,
A world that knows all the spirals and turns we might hit, the ruin in a single tremor.
Our goals are tied only to the future; we believe we all deserve an eternal resting place.
Children live in anticipation of the peak; the elderly live in its recollection.
The wars of the flesh ended long ago, yet we still ceaselessly battle with our coverings.
There is a childish belief in us that we are destined to surpass others,
An illusory belief that we already know ourselves.
As if we were not all made from the same fabric,
As if we were not just an empty vessel filled with all the world's filth.
We cut the paper along the drawn lines, we whip ourselves when we stray from the contours.
With hands buried deep in the thick layer of the coat, we try to warm our feet.
All this should have been right.
Who truly knows another way?
And here I am, on a melancholic evening, dressed in memories like in old garments,
Watching the shadows on the walls, shadows that unravel and reassemble,
A silent dance of the past and the future, a mute dialogue of the divided self,
Wondering if I will ever find the right lines, those lines that do not lead to the precipice.
Deep within, I feel the waves of time engulfing me,
How each moment is a raindrop on a country road,
How each thought is a falling star in an infinite sky,
And yet, I resist, I cling to the dream that I am more than a shadow in this cosmic dance.
Buried in the melancholy of the evening, in the silence between two heartbeats,
I wonder if I will ever know the true fabric of being,
Or if I will remain forever a traveler on this dusty road,
A soul lost in the labyrinth of its own illusions.
Why should I be as one to veileth
herself, asking God, why thy Lilith?
You who made me of filth and impure sediment
Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth
What cause am I to deserve bedevilment?
Beneath him I am bitter like the root of myrrh
Snake charmer with cymbals
capture's men devout to her
Spell binding for the lout
A silky veil of crimson
drapes her luminous skin
Like the blood seen
from many a slayed men
Zills made of human bones
Imprinted are erotic symbols
Shrouded are her features
Lacen'd silk brush velvet lips
Intensity blazes as
sparkling ebony eyes appear
Raven hair flows wild
like glossy black feathers,
Bare feet buried in nights cool sand,
Swaying hips from side to side
Alluring goddess, she ascends to the sky
Her wings fan the flames
traversing through ancient Syria
Her equality shall be her alibi
Lusty lascivious lovers!
Sons of fathers, the unbaptized
doomed to the fiery hells
There in languid desire she dwells
Why should I be as one to veileth herself?
I am the first feminist
Likened to the glow of the moon
Lilith Luna, she roams
Any time anywhere and very soon
Director of destructive electric storms
To all who shall not escape the flames of fire
Her wistful wings fan the flames
My spirit shall be lifted nevermore only to enquire
Why I should be the one to veileth
herself, for I am Lilith
First woman on Earth
September 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 7-9
Key Verse – Mark 8:1 In those days the multitude being very great, and having nothing to eat, Jesus called his disciples unto him, and saith unto them, I have compassion on the multitude…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR OF GREAT COMPASSION
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
washing me by Your holiness’ cleansing
Thank You for forgiving my half-heartedness of shallow praising
I repent from worshipping You in vanity’s enclosing…
To You do I lay my life along Your commandments’ pressing.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
working through me toward spiritual profitability
Thank You for rebuking my lack of dedication midst obvious iniquity
I repent from defiling myself with wickedness’ impurity…
To You do I cast cares that cause my soul’s infirmity.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
wiping me of my filth by Your sanctification
Thank You for purifying my heart against sinfulness and transgression
I repent from breaking my pledge to You because of temptation…
To You do I lay my all with sincere dedication.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
watching me with Your understanding
Thank You for enlightening my mind along Your truth’s leading
I repent from rejecting Your corrections toward my arrogance-bending…
To You do I bring my need for Your gracious attending.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
weakening me of my flesh-powered endurance
Thank You for listening to my prayer, providing for my eternal insurance
I repent from neglecting to prioritize You because of ignorance…
To You do I give my submission, braced by Your assurance.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
winning over me from worldly entanglement
Thank You for securing my freedom against secular humanistic involvement
I repent from seeking enjoyment from temporal, ephemeral allurement…
To You do I surrender my unbelief while clinging to Your promised fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my Saviour of great compassion,
warning me against peace-robbery
Thank You for gripping my commitment by Your miracles’ victory
I repent from offending You with my doubt and worry…
To You do I offer my sacrifice in the ministry for Your glory.
callus the analysis
of the hand that was bruised
cold and bare
the glove to fit
of course refritt
it was worned from a tare
that requirements fixing
and the remonising
of how the hole came to be
my hands smell bad
and were dirty
of the stains of
the filth from soil
the order spoiled
the hunger I had
a hunger I worked hard
to achieve
as I washed
the stains of work
would slow but
surely leave
hunger returns
and food I feed
my tired and weary soul
I relax to rest
and I must confess
The aroma of the soap
takes control
I feel refreshed
and if this
is a test
the soap I used has passed
As I return to chore
I must explore
the scent of
my freshly cleaned hands
The river is notorious
For filth and trash and slime,
With rumors of dead bodies floating
Once upon a time.
I’ve witnessed homeless people
Dumping urine (maybe worse)
Into water which you’d think
No normal person would immerse.
Yet yesterday I spotted both
A kayak and a boat
Which were following a swimmer
Stroking hard to stay afloat.
Baring skin as white as chalk
(No wetsuit acting as a shield),
She proceeded through the current,
Her emotions well-concealed.
For if she felt some revulsion
Or exuberance or fear
Maybe all her concentration
Helped to make them disappear.
As we watchers on the promenade
Did marvel in our masks
I reflected on how people are
So varied in their tasks.
You tear me down
I can't live with this
It is a constant reminder
The memory comes back
It floods my rainy day
The thunder pounds my chest
Till I can't take it anymore
It feels like my last breath
I go on and you keep coming back
Every time its never the last
You are never gone
Your right where you never left
You keep stepping on my toes
You remind me why I am the way I am
You give me the reason every one calls me the names they do
You are the reason I am down on the ground and filth surrounds me
You treat me so unkind
You leave me in a world of destruction
Where lonliness and depression is the home I live in
I find no company in any keeping
I am lost in sorrow and drowning in misery that plays the symphony in the
nightmare that keeps me.