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[the Egyptians are extremely interesting to us today
for various reasons. How science today wishes to
understand the secret ingredients where that the Egyptians
used when they wrapped up dead people so that their faces
would not rot for innumerable centuries.]
LIKE SILVER BIRDS before the wind
enthusiastic looking religious people who sit in sky seats.
The germs breaking out of mankind with lumps of famous bronze.
They will clear up your guts.
Say, 'shh.' The corduroy forest is luscious and black smoke
of the lamp. Dots of red ants are upon the Letter we Opened.
They build trampolines in the dish but we have forgotten.
To not be able to shake the wrinkles off of time and memories.
How they watch and laugh!
Look, there is something we all want.
It has steps.
Here is the key:
"Shh."
The stoat jumps out of the fur and runs away to catch the scent.
Shh. -- only for a moment then from behind the awful gilt wings of a magnificent
palace of life shall be painted on the blackened door. And when it is done it will
be our palace of course. Bluebells, bluebells, bluebells of hundreds--like far-off suns--
hand strayed from that beaten path.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
Do you beleive in: Horsorima?
Why are you speaking this to me?
Huh-huh: do the Gods of Heremes
frighten you: or have your religous
zealoity find you beyond such mortal
myths? Speak your words might they be
spoken: who's to say whether they have fallen on deaf ears or not.
Yesterday in the city of Groafpain a woman was standing with her husband
in the front of a bridal shop: waiting for both future bride and groom
to finsh there goown and tuexdo fitting. When they were about to eave the store
a dark powdery myst formed behind the father
and in a snap of the finger he and the black myst disappeared.
He was sitting on the couch when the family arrived home. TV cameras caught the hold ordeal.
It's beleived he is a shapeshifter from Hoboaira. It is beleived that men who have lusted after
certain women develop this condiition.
They are proned to changing there shapes and telleportation.It is a curse for marring under certain signs. So they would have you to beleive. I on the other hand no the truth of why they are shapeshifters.They are from Mars. They are ancesters to
the germs bought back from Mars during the Martian Sample Retrieval. It is believed that they infected the guts and intestates of humans. And were worms in stool. They became wasp-like creatures. and infected people and used there dna to clone themselves into human like beings.
mancanza di comprensione
By Bassoonio De Musica
and Tempoia Del Cantio
"The words came from behind
the Acadia Wall"
Beleiving in spirture she refused to
speak her desire to marry
she saw her lover more as a person
in need of love and lacked a desire
to feel as his savior
She didn't like referencing there
relationship to something romantic
due to his inability to "whoo" her with
lavish gifts
that would be keepsakes and foundations
just in the event of something untimely happening
it suited there need to belong to
one another
if he was wise enough to make her pregnant
it would seem more natural to be with him.
If until then she would stew the berries of the farm
and sip the wines of the vineyards until
he saw the tomorrows
through the eyes of there togetherness.
They went to Rome for Holy Week.
To see romance during such an
religous time. There were two
places in the city
were lovers would go and stand at the
wooden wall in the back of the resturant while
music would play
people would pass notes throught the slots
and when they were near the
area of the wall with holes dilled into
a circle
the person behind the wall would
read to the person
something he or she needed to know about there
relationship.
this couple would employ the services of
these people
only so the male in this situation
could understand the needs of
his woman. She said he lacked the knowledge
of being a strong man due to his
financial inability to make lavish gifting.
The room is called the "Boudere Romantio" or
O camera circulara alba or what is used
here "Stanza del Traduttore"
Were a Romain would go to translate his
foreign wives words using
the annuity of the church they read from
behind the wall
to remain anonymous.
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Organs of the Chives
Allium tuberosum by The S. Creme
and Bakkon S. Chivery
the Romance of Wine
The Good Book I read more than twice
when church was in my life.
I went to every Sunday school,
and always I thought the Golden Rule was God’s best advice.
Religous folks and those not so -
I’ve met the lot of them.
Most churches teach there’s but one way
that back to heaven we may go.
These kinds of things – they’ve puzzled me.
The longer that I lived,
I realized there was so much more
than one theology.
More than half the world knows not
even half the things
I believed to be the truth
from all that I’d been taught.
Away from church I would drift
in my middle age,
but I still find there are things
that give my soul a lift.
Nature is religion too.
The rainbow is God’s art:
sunrise, sunset, mountains, fields
and oceans deep and blue.
If you ask me, I can’t say
what church is right or wrong.
But I cannot ever doubt
God wants for us to pray.
Our life on earth is like a school
for us to prove our worth.
I’m positive the soul moves on
and great truth (I STILL believe) is in the Golden Rule!
May 19, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's Religion Or Spirituality Poetry Contest
Oh soul do you not know your name?
And tell me who it is to blame
You were made with a will so free
What made you trade eternity?
You came to earth with truth inside
But clothed in flesh the truth could hide.
You chased the world, you played its part
And traded truth to feed the heart.
You dressed in crowns you smiled you sold
But every gain just made you cold
You touched the gold it turned to sand.
You begged for love from broken hands.
O soul do you not feel the ache?
The hunger none on earth can break
The point of pain is to crack the shell
And show the lie you wore so well.
The heart was meant to be a glass
Reflecting Light nothing else could pass.
But when it fills with sin and stain
The soul forgets and calls it gain.
O soul, the gate has not been closed.
The One you left has always known.
Each tear you shed each breath you waste
He counts them all He still gives grace
So go now walk with slower feet
Humbled crumbled feeling weak
Cry to fill a river deep
Call a prayer the lost may seek
So rise not proud but low and bare.
Let longing be your only prayer.
O Protector of souls, O Light of lights
Pull me through these darkened nights
Unchain my heart from lowly sights
And help me with Your Endless Might.
lovers Concerns
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Idealism tripped over it's shoe laces
chivalry sat on the floor
expectations of a lover
crumbled a mountain
her Glamware was to hard to ignore
unrealistic romantic standards
guide foolish people
seems they alway missing out
treats still bring laughter
tricks still kind people in doubt
from my understanding of love
it's a two way thing
simple expectations
still make hardworking people dream
Love in it's worthiness
is worth more than gold
prosects of finding love
is a mystery often untold
You gotta be truest to me in our doings
keeping our lovers respect
faithful to one another and everything
even when we reject
we aint jiving and we
need to figure it out
that what love really is
that's what love is all about
Citing religous hindering
often comes from those someone else
putting us gainst one another
tryna keep us in conflict
there non traditional ways
cause us to devalue our own
let stay together my lady
keep our voices in our lovers tone
Adam Lay Ybounden
(anonymous Medieval English Lyric, circa early 15th century AD)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Adam lay bound, bound in a bond;
Four thousand winters, he thought, were not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerics now find written in their book.
But had the apple not been taken, or had it never been,
We'd never have had our Lady, heaven's queen.
So blesséd be the time the apple was taken thus;
Therefore we sing, "God is gracious!"
The poem has also been rendered as "Adam lay i-bounden" and "Adam lay i-bowndyn." Here is the original poem in one of its ancient forms:
Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter thought he not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerkes finden written in theire book.
Ne hadde the apple taken been, the apple taken been,
Ne hadde never our Lady aye been heavene queen.
Blessed be the time that apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen, “Deo gracias!”
Keywords/Tags: bible, adam, eve, garden, eden, apple, forbidden, fruit, god, jesus, christ, Mary, religion, religous, christian, christianity, faith, belief, salvation, heaven, queen, grace, gracious
A people lost in time, in the lands of Saladin.
Trapped in a slow world, that's spinning faster.
Drowning in their confusion, they cry out,
none are heard, ears of hatred stay unaware,
they reap the harvest of fear, without mercy.
Seeking fruit from shadowed endeavors,
without form, draped in death
Nursing on swollen breasts of religious fever,
nurtured by Ayatollas, who wear the tarnished key to heaven.
Preaching rage,
words are a cloak to be worn as protection.
Everyone hated but true followers of their religous zeal
books are burned, intelligence becomes dead leaves,
to be swept away with yesterday
by brooms of self-righteousness.
A Holy War,
where children suffer, their minds bent.
Another generation lost.
Another generation confused.
Another generation caught in a time,
they will never understand.
1/12/16
There was a dreary blip in my life
I feared two depressing outcomes
The first, hell
I separate myself from societal pressures
I accept who I am
I let go of all that abuse that has kept me who I was
I let go of hiding behind a hundred carefully tailored masks
Just so one may approve of me
But in return
I risk burning in depths of hell for eternity
And all the days of my life are spent regretting
That fateful decision
That is scary
So scary
The latter, suppression and hell combined
I continue to clothe myself in lies
To satisfy society
I refrain from feminity
I continue to practice speaking, clothing and loving in a way that does not suit me
I continue to feel uncomfortable in my own body
And perhaps I still burn in the depths of hell for hiding my true self
For lying to so many when they ask who I am
I finally made my decision
I finally feel right
No longer must I lie and deceit my identity
And as I ask God to cure me of all my evils
I realize he has delivered
I finally am happy and free
And I speak to my pastor
Who I very well know may call me a sinner
I have been called slurs, to be put to death, to be put in camps, unloved, mentally ill, a crime
But my friends I thank the Lord for his guidance and truth
For amongst all these problems
I shout from the mountaintops
My Church and faith are not one of them
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