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No raised pinnacle marked the place
No pure white limestone shining
Where Ramesses slept looked commonplace
to foil the robbers scrying.
Yet he had moved the earth and sky
this pharaoh disdained all rivals.
His bounty buried beneath the sand
portrayed a life beneath blue skies
his star encrusted tomb ethereal
his Ka rising from Death’s hand.
The hills of Thebes his place of rest
and beneath him his father lay
amongst the great he’d be the highest
his battle standards on display.
He ruled with iron hand on staff
as a Godhead he was portrayed.
Most mighty and acclaimed, no man
was he, who felled the Hittite chaff;
beneath his chariots wheels flayed
the denizens of Egypt’s land.
Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel
with eyes wide o’er lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.
Beside him she, Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.
narrative poem
It was in the sixth month of the fifth year,
when B. Obama was the president.
I heard the loud noise of many actors -
singing praises, clapping hands in tribute.
Play-acting, cultured lines, memorized songs,
performed by men and women with spirit,
indistinguishable from sincere praise.
Drama entangled with reality.
It was the evening of the fourteenth day,
I had invited a friend out to eat.
A dinner and a show to celebrate
his retirement from a life of teaching.
The play was a homecoming church service;
it honored a pastor who was moving.
Though the scripted testimonies given
were heartfelt, I had a strange sensation.
I kept seeing these same entertainers
in former plays as thieves and infidels.
Make-up, costumes, and props were authentic;
the audience applauded loud and long.
The next day, the fifteenth, was a Sunday.
Hurrying through breakfast, I bathed and donned
my good clothes and best vocabulary.
With Bible in hand, I headed to church.
As always, the praise songs and the scripture
were rehearsed, the bulletin was the script.
The program even listed times for prayer;
I offered my largest bill to the plate.
My worship was a measly performance.
Should they had watched from a balcony pew,
my non-church work friends would have seen me as -
simply another moonlighting actor.
At work last week, I had cussed out the boss.
Three of us sneaked out early last Thursday.
On occasion, I lie and scheme, even
have a good laugh at tasteless, raunchy jokes.
I left church and wandered in deepest thought,
pondering, “What is worship all about?”
An hour alone with God was revealing,
brooding o'er events of the past two days.
My pretense at worship, hypocrisy,
disappointing to God, awkward for me.
A major breakthrough, I just let God talk;
then I apologized for my play-acting.
A border is a line drawn in the sand
Constantly shifting if you have time to see
A personality is a borderline ebbing
Time ceaselessly flowing us away
One side unreachable as the far shore
The other, all that is good, so secure
Righteousness is our scarlet letter
Which side am I on today without a center?
Without a tether my territory dissolves
The shifting sand erases my lines
Nations are defined by treaties and borders
The other side infidels wanting harm
Good people never go to the edge
Soldiers and the depressed are conscripted
We with our life line stretched to breaking
We, the few, dig another line in the sand
We with guns and the other with party favors
They beguile us with spirits and Camels
They say it’s always Christmas in the trenches
They say give us a smoke and spam
In return, they’ll give us a light and relief
Above us the constellations laughing
We down below make cat's cradles
The planets and stars party hard regardless
When the full moon descends we’ll battle
We draw lines in the dark thinking we're Alamo
The children of Eve know no celebration
We all have work to do after the last drink
So, I’ll man my guns hoping for another meter
You shall not cross this borderline
But I’m the infidel and the righteous
We draw borders around the globe
We draw a line between us and them
Whether we are Axis or Allies
Here is Africa and the Continent
Between me and the better me is me
Without borders I am whole
With a line, I divide me from me
So, I draw a circle in the sand
And the dunes outside laugh
Sandstorms are ignorant of lines
I’ll then draw a circle large enough
Enough to hold both hemispheres
Hoping space will respect my space
Till only the edge of the universe is left
Outside its borders is the unknown
In time I’ll have no borders
This precious life was entrusted to your loving kindness;
friends and strangers mocked me causing endless hurt,
because I had a different prospective, a holier outlook
with a faith that only saints would keep from impurities:
infidels or fools were they to deny me the expression of my spirituality?
How did I resist every temptation, every deception by rejecting infamy?
O Father, in prayers I have spoken to you, laying all my faults
before you, nothing I have hidden: deeds you would have seen,
and words bitter or sweet that you would have instantly heard;
and should I ask for more compassion than those who have never sinned?
Only Christ was perfect and sinless, the Word who helped you create
everything from planets to stars, even larger universes than ours...
O Father, I'm asking for good things to make my living easier,
its not the materialistic ones, but all those offering an intense light,
that can uplift me in times of despair, console me and make me gladder;
and would I ask you to add more years to my already serene life?
Yes, I really would: to accomplish my mission and complete this long journey,
before I'll give up my spirit and enter the kingdom you have destined for me...
The atheist doesn't believe in Your existence, but admires a crimson sunset,
and a brilliant sunrise, never understanding the Creator's purpose;
that's why I am speaking with You with openness and clarity to obey and be blessed,
although Lucifer hides in the thick grass, transforming himself into a serpent:
He will try to deceive my loyal soul with empty promises and quick schemes,
never could I take his side, abandon You, my eternal God, and lose my peace!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed
So who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
You tasted too much and left things empty
From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty
See where this kind of gluttony can lead?
Now who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
We're a colony unto ourselves
Castoffs, expats, infidels
We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed
She never once came to the aid
Of a leper in need
Waitin' on a sign
Waitin' to be freed
A stitch in time
Might save nine
But it ain't never saved
No leper in greed
Some righteous people help the poor
They live their guilt right to the core
But as for me, well that just ain't my speed
I never done one wrong thing
To any leper in need
In some Third World nation, far from here
They're exorcising the demons we fear
The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed
Small consolation for us lepers in need
Waitin' on a line
For a conscience to read
It's bad-faith time
For the body and the wine
Dead grapes on the vine
And a leper in need
So wrap us in tents and hide us away
A quarantine ward on visiting day
Come take a look, but don't touch us
Or we'll bleed
The world's an open sore for a leper in need
I'll trade my sore for yours –
Yeah I'm leper in need
II.
They came in dreaming of conquest,
one they cannot win in a fight,
so they resolve to undermine,
and at first say everything right.
But once in they declare that they
have no wish to assimilate,
they never planned to coexist,
just find new lands and propagate.
Begin pushing their shariah,
dark laws from the pits of hell,
try to force them on other folk,
threaten violence if they can’t sell.
Tell sons they can rape ‘infidel,’
that it’s what god made those girls for,
then defend them if they get caught
doing what all good men abhor.
Tell people it’s okay to lie
to infidels to help the faith,
sanction acting with dishonor,
see no problems with such disgrace.
Tell young men it’s okay to kill
innocents in service to god,
and somehow that doesn’t clue them
that all their beliefs are a fraud.
Their prophet was a murderer,
a warlord who aped the divine,
they call that man an ‘example,’
he who ed a girl at age nine!
And most practice cousin marriage,
fourteen centuries of inbred,
perhaps that’s why their nations fail,
it’s all made them sick in the head!
Why welcome cultures such as this?
intolerant, cruel, and diseased…
you won’t learn much from some people,
wherever they go, people bleed.
Will you see your own young daughters
ravaged by some roving rape gangs?
will you see innocents strung up
for differences, as in Iran?
When you embrace barbarians
your future gets ever more dim,
Mohamedans don’t share our values,
there’s no reason to let them in.
We think in terms of Us and Other
We run in packs together
Without our walls none calls us Brother
We are This and They are That.
This is where the hate begins
Their gods with ours must disagree
We are Fire They are Water
They all go blind to what we see.
The infidels are not allowed
To share this world our gods have made
We shall seek them out and slay them
Remove Their root by Holy spade.
The smoke arises from Their dwellings
These evils done appease our rage
Soon They shall come to set the balance
So it goes from age to age.
This is how we nourish murder
This is how we feed on hate
Victims all in endless cycles
Rape and burn; retaliate.
Hospital forest pricking me not so lightly
Owlish creatures staring at me
Not as a person
but a body
One they knew they could not save
But they needed for experimenting
I flinched whenever I saw them
Knowing their intent was to pretend
They were not there to hurt me
Devil's Minions
Doing his work, evil in their hearts.
Just one little pinch, they would lie
Hoping I would hate them
Not to worry, I did, as they took parts of me daily
Sleeping here was impossible
Whirring machines, laughter of nurses who had no one
to speak to in the day time
Sleep interruption an hourly thing
Here is a new one
Waking me up out of a sound sleep
Devil's they are
Heathens
Infidels.
Hospital forest.
Where the
Evil ones
lurk
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate 'Religion' from
the dictionary of mankind--
Man's stupendous and
gravest faux pas!
And, you'll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood;
There won't then be any infidels,
No gentiles, no heathens,
No pagans, no idol worshipers;
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures,
No words of God,
No places of pilgrimage,
No holy sites, no holy icons;
There won't be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you,
No one to lure you,
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation;
And, what the hell,
There won't be any hell!
"I Can't Breathe" contest by Cyndi MacMillan
Ramesses rules with an iron hand
a god beneath a blistering sky
Hittite chaff fell, he took their land
beneath his chariots wheels they die.
Hundreds were herded slaves all
to serve at the pleasure of the King
man or beast he claimed by might
and for his pleasure they did brawl,
chained, and claimed, few surviving.
He build his cities beneath death's pall.
Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel
with eyes wide o'er a lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.
Beside him she, Queen Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others was his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.