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Before the beginning of time, so we existed.
Without a beginning or end, I tell this tale.
The Commission of the Light Empire revoked my standing as Conjurer.
Stripped me my bags of dust.
In their ignorance they had ruled against me
on my relationship with a Bearer of Life.
Those Forms had underestimated me.
They would feel my wrath.
I submerged myself in the pit of boiling ids.
Sacrificed my borrowed guise.
Inhaled the woman I love, swore not to exhale.
Then placed my hands in the flow of the rushing Blood Falls.
So I willed it. So it was done.
The Commission no longer existed.
No other Form, or speck of life existed.
Once again it was I and the void.
My bags of dust in my possession,
my lover and I would etch out our Eternity as one.
With life in her womb, we would celebrate,
perhaps conjure a new world.
A world with Forms created in my image.
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name: Monsters and Marvels
09~10~2014
There's a passport I would like to revoke
from one person who thinks it's a joke
to repeatedly make fun of fellow writers.
Like a pugilist, she calls us 'prizefighters.'
What harm if we enjoy entering contests?
That doesn't prove whose poetry is best
because one person's opinion has weight
and another says it's open for debate.
If she's trying to deflate anyone's intellect,
she won't do it with a weapon of disrespect.
I applaud people who bravely try a new form
They're not afraid to write out of the norm.
She stabs with a pen, trying to draw blood
while sitting on her toosh like a couch spud.
We don't write to be popular. She's wrong,
but lord, she keeps howling the same ol song.
She claims we want attention and a high profile,
but her posts draw attention in words that defile.
I've never understood why her eyes get glazed
over contest entrants who should be praised.
She dares write of grace and having humility
but complains vehemently, and with hostility.
Her PS passport should be revoked & shredded
as punishment for being rude and hardheaded.
Who can really forgive us...
if not God Himself whose love for us
is measured by endless kindness?
I tried to forgive others,
and although the grudge is forgotten,
the unpleasant images, the hurtful words and the evident pain...
are hardly revoked by the indelible pen!
God, ease my torment and sleeplessness, to let my bitterness end!
I can't pretend that all is well...
that they are forgiven when resentment still avenges
as a sword piercing the flesh...making it bleed;
and as any human being, with faults and imperfections,
I must look to you Lord: to gather my strength and forgive them!
Nothing I will hold back while I am being cleansed,
and if tears fall, it is the pity towards me, not them...
for not having been kind enough to have confronted my greed!
Show me one person who has not sinned,
and among those who dislike this truth...
that individual won't be me; pretentious honesty
is the biggest lie which makes us stare
in a fogged-up mirror without prospective;
examine the glances of liars who deceive
by appearance, and more than us they cling to uncertainty...
to hide and deny the turmoil of their fretful thoughts!
Who can really forgive us...
without ever remembering our sins?
Society is too proud to humble itself,
to extend understanding and forgiveness;
it is God who pities us and desires to save our wretched souls:
to make them shine with a celestial light when clouds abound,
forbidding storms to trouble our inner peace...
and has anyone ever exalted Him with a loud sound?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one
The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
Indeed
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
Too
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way
Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.
Just received a message of love
From a dear sweet soul in the Soup
It blew me away brought a tear to my eye
To feel such love whatta a hoot
These friendships here are quite common
The Soup is a place of goodwill
Where all can express our deepest feelings
Where our dreams are all fulfilled
A little voice inside keeps saying
“write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject
There is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership
Would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of it
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatic fringe would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Truth, justice and the American way…*
Back up to Pilate
“What is truth?”
If you can question it
than you can let go of it
An honest answer
forbidden, revoked, crucified
Who is truth -
the better question
His words stationed
before, during, and after the cross
a divine human being
has a way with words
clarifications not needed
where common sense prevails
He made them male and female
with corresponding body parts
gave women
the gift of carrying
the most precious thing on earth
Mary would tell the truth
Politicians pervert the truth
Pilate washed his hands of the truth
Where does America stand?
Praying hands
or idle idolatry
looking away from the cursèd tree
distaining Ripley
choosing
to believe not
what your eyes see
as straightforward
what they’ve always seen
from the beginning
Is this how we know it’s the end?
Kim Rodrigues © 7/21/2022
*From Superman
A little voice inside keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of it
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatic fringe would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE -
Your personality hides you like a cloak.
Its guards you behind a screen of smoke.
Get to close your friendship revoked.
Our relationship cancelled at a stroke.
Remove that darkened cloak.
Clear away that choking smoke.
Keep me close our friendship, dont revoke.
Let me in, And all yours ill's cured at a stroke.
Don't stand alone in your solitude .
Giving me loads of your attitude.
And meaningless platitudes.
I don't want your help, don't intrude.
Im here to help break the solitude.
Love will conquer your attitude.
My words are real not platitudes.
I'm here for you and not to intrude .
You have now been found and freed from solitude .
comp entry 02/12/2016
My poetic license became revoked on Doomsday
An afternoon or dawn if I remember in December
The government won't help the situation much
They expired two days before the end came about
On marble floors and flat tires on the roads
While opioids spilled out on country highways
Remapped exactly as large trucks might have done
Some one stole my pen on that dead end
Dragons know what I'm going through
Claws and fire inside the magic ride contracted
Law enforcement have no clue about this or that
No authority in such matters of abstractions
I can still scratch out a ballad with a toe nail bite
On sand which does not taste the same when diced
As sane as that might sound
Police still track me down
Since beaches are now out of bounds abandoned
Banished to the zero zone
Once upon a time my poetry flowed out exactly
In the cosmic mirrored over loaded distant mist
Without a license to fall back on
The sky is deliberately black
Painted dirigibles drift empty on the void
Each one as large as life with no way back
Captured holes fold into one another exploded
Paper sleeps between the sheets illegal
One can only imagine the consequences
When words go on without a poem
Go on vacation without an owner
Without a word