Long Foulness Poems
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Why do some put others down
do wrong with spiteful intent?
why do we get terrible storms
that wipe out whole villages?
See the poor homeless man
once his life was full
now he sits and begs
for a slice or two of bread
The young girl who only gets abused
what has she done to be treated so?
to have to live in fear every day
wondering when it will happen again?
Some people live lives of plenty
never caring anything for others
thinking I am ok in my safe world
its not my problem I don't care
Sometimes I want to rant and rave
against all of life's injustices
the foulness that surrounds
the evil deeds committed daily
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Supplication to Tlazoteotl, Goddess of Filth
Our longings follow in the wake of Your steps
O Lovely One
O Terrible One
We humbly confess
Our Sins, our Failings
For in Your constant Mercy
You Heal
You Absolve
You feel the pain of our Shame
Then lay it rest
We open ourselves before You
You draw us in
And Cleanse
Our Gratitude grows
With every Acceptance
Of our need to purge ourselves
Of our unworthy acts
But there is one set above us now
- By our own Folly -
Who never confesses
Though full of Iniquity
Though rife with Corruption
Boundlessly Arrogant
An Enemy to Truth
An Insult to Righteousness
Our Souls groan
Beneath the weight of his foulness
We Beseech You!
We Beseech You!
Turn Your Angry Face to him
Smite him with Your weapons:
Guilt and Truth
Even then he will mock You.
Full of blind Pride!
So spill his own Vileness
Back upon him!
Let him drown in Filth!
Let him taste the Bitterness
Born of Self-Absorbsion
Let him smell the stench
Of his own Evil
Let him feel the sweetsick reek
Of his lies and greed
Cling to him...
Warm and wet
Like some mad lover
Grant us this boon,
O Beautiful, Gentle
Goddess of Filth
Show us Thy Empathy
Guide us with Thy Mercy
Avenge us on the Faithless
We bow down,
To offer up our Sins
Hear our prayer
Goddess of Filth
Goddess of Filth.
I have sinned, friend.
But my sin is not a God
To smother my Divinity.
Innate, alive
God writhes within me,
A burning fire
A tripartite light.
How low I sank
I may not tell
But in the muddy
Fires of Hell
Is not my destination.
I drank from an evil cup
And yet
God took me to his bosom
And I Am transfigured.
Me, a Sinner.
A broken piece of pottery
That can no more
Hold water
And yet
He mendeth it
And makes it His Abode
Now what GOD
Would live in a broken teapot?
Nay, MENDED!
The God of very Gods,
The Son of Suns.
Behold He is I Am
And I Am
Is alive forevermore within me
He shall yet win his way through my Heart,
And I will be alive in HIM
Forever.
SELAH!
I recognize you in your entrancing diversity.
Float through the scent when the sun is sparky.
To plunge while hanging in the air on your head.
Each magnificent blossoming plant in the glade.
A fresh term starts as the former one withers away.
I'm vile by your demise, which neared firmly decay.
Sorrowful, Bees vociferate within the messy mass.
She is undeniably distraught as lies down to pass.
Why, goodness, you coerce this man in any way?
Reckless and ruthless, lacking care as the world decay.
Foulness and war are inciting Earth-wide total warming.
Wrecking the planet's core for our honey bees killing.
I'm sitting down now, fearful it will strike you again.
Your richness is valued by both lords and beggars, zen.
Nevermore will you trill in the hills and meadow.
Chimes won't loop during weddings, although now.
A world nearly breakdown, brought around by man.
Man-made droughts, lack of fertilization, and famine.
Written: February 12, 2022
chains of velvet
you bring to me
I awake
beholding the strange and perverse
and the familiar foulness
of your words
as you sting and bite all the way down my throat
until I forget the words
and seek them yet again
and seek them once more
until it kills me again,
before I can feel it
struck into stillness,
before my time,
before I'm old and ill,
all of my sweet words are lost,
and yours...
...bitter.
Sand scrapes my skin as I wake,
Warm water around my shoulders break,
Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes,
Palms and dunes to my surprise.
Shock constricts my body as I cannot register time and space,
The bar, the music, the fast pace
Am I dreaming?
What is this place?
Try to rise but there’s a heavy weight,
Body entangled in a putrid drape,
The marine meadow; a slimy constraint,
A sea tangle, I must escape.
Rigidly I strip away the remnants of the sea,
And drag myself to the water's edge to cleanse the whole of me.
Crustaceans, salt, an external coat of slime
Begone the foulness drying with time.
The pristine coastline,
White sand stretching around,
The cove overshadowed by palms and vines,
An escape, if invited, to relax and unwind.
Mangoes and coconuts,
But where is the wine?
The wine that blanketed my mind.
For somehow I have been transported to a time,
Of an unknowing adventure, that was not planned by mine.
Flashes of a yacht, bright lights and sound,
A heavy splash, to a sinking drown,
A sea coated awakening, a heavy frown,
I’d fallen over, but not shut down.
Heavy of heart, I wander through the brush,
Unforgiving terrain cuts at my thighs,
I seek the higher ground,
My body persists with audible sighs.
The top; a vista of incredible size
Without division between water and sky,
I feel lost and abandoned,
Overwhelmingly I cry.
A reflective sparkle from down below,
Catches my eye as a shape appears to glow,
My yacht, my friends,
My place in the world.
Scrambling down,
Excited and desperate,
I stumble, and crash,
My body too wretched.
The target is near,
life saving and clear,
But I cannot see the ground beneath me,
Anxiousness enveloping my all,
And I fall.
Fall, and fall.
The facade leans out, like a medieval pell,
As I descend into a violent chasm,
Torn and broken, a cry ringing in the death knell.
A heavy thud easy to fathom.
May 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-19
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TEAR WIPER
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
opening my eyes to behold Your glory
Thank You for orchestrating my will by Your strengthening victory
Surely offering to me assuaging refuge when I am weary
Likewise ordering me to rise up righteously, overcoming sins’ fury.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
preparing my mouth to praise You unceasingly
Thank You for protecting my reins from self-pity continually
Surely purifying me against defiling foulness daily
Likewise purging me of my transgressions by Your blood powerfully.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
quickening my commitment of genuine spirituality
Thank You for quelling my confusion by Your truth’s verity
Surely questioning me of my hypocrisy and checking my uncertainty
Likewise quieting me with Your purposes’ hope-filled bounty.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
reviving my life by Your Word’s conviction-constancy
Thank You for removing my iniquities’ dross through Your holiness’ persistency
Surely refreshing me along Your counsel that reveals Your mercy
Likewise reinforcing me for discipleship’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
straightening my character midst trials so many
Thank You for scattering my light’s radiance by Your bright testimony
Surely showering me with Your blessings, whether stormy or rainy
Likewise safeguarding me against paths that are rocky and stony.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
training my faith to withstand tests of philosophy
Thank You for teaching my mind Your wisdom not craving for earthly trophy
Surely touching me with Your forgiveness-care against sinful atrophy
Likewise tasking me as Your servant to declare Your biblical biography.
Lord God, You are my tear Wiper,
uniting my heart to Yours so I can be divinely healthy
Thank You for using my devotion toward You for me to be eternally wealthy
Surely urging me to depart from wickedness that can make me filthy
Likewise upholding me so I can fellowship with You, though I’m not worthy.
May 12, 2023
STINGRAY
She took you for a ride on the wild side
Taking you through bushels and thorns
You endured the pain of the splinter and shrubs
Swerving through highways and by ways
U-turning to where disaster resides
She played foul
Destroyed all things beautiful
She’s unworthy and incapable of love
Her resolution was prostitution
Joy was her pain
Coddling crack…fondling cocaine
Stingray flowed through your urine
Foulness exhumed from her bob wired lips
Soiled and contaminated love endurance
Of this alleged relationship
Jaws of death clutching your humanity
Finalizing your mortality
Destruction ahead…your totality
You held on to the baggage
Of your broken heart and shattered dreams
And then to me you brought the excrement
Left over’s from your damaged relationship
This being why
I reside in this demise
You should have buried the bones
That destroyed your soul
Now you’ve compromised
The road less traveled of you and I
October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10
Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US
Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom
Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!
October 4, 2024
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.