When the husky sound of the horns
Resounds on the edge of the universe,
The Lamp will fight again
And don his crown of thorns.
For the last devout effort,
For the last holy sacrifice,
For the last bitter thirst,
It will be time to dive into Gehenna.
Swimming through laments and pain,
To redeem the condemned souls,
The forsaken, the pariahs, He will face
The demon army in single combat.
The defeated angels will neither be slain
Nor kneel this time but will light up
To extinguish
The infernal furnace forever.
Categories:
pariahs, faith, jesus,
Form: Free verse
alkali streets
bleed with the dreams of
humanity, angels in
bootlegged Blahniks
flutter wings of
dubious intention
a silent wisdom of the gods
spills empty pockets ...
gilded pillars of
Olympus, brought to
ruin by pushcart
pariahs -
the tattered pages
life scribbles on -
a cursive profanity to rub
each nescient nose
sawbucks for
flesh by the warm
handful - strains of
the night, bound
sewer vents
puff their vile breath
as vagrants bask in
putrid warmth ...
every horrid
tale plays out
in actuality
and yet, ABOVE ...
the precious,
resplendent heavens
witness …
ALL.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, November 6, 2022
Categories:
pariahs, america, angst, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
The Sun set behind the lion as he wielded the sword,
his silhouette beamed with a golden glow, as he prayed to the lord.
The Great King, his wise radiance, he is known as a messiah.
His realm, so cosmic and vast, his people will never be pariahs.
Ancient Monk meditating, as he connects to the Universe and Time,
After communicating to his soul, karma and wholeness flows through his mind.
Old warrior, stoic and tough.
Moves one last mountain, before turning to dust.
The land so mystical and divine,
the Great King points to the Sun, and with beauty it shines.
Categories:
pariahs, myth,
Form: Ghazal
The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.
The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.
Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.
Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.
The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.
Categories:
pariahs, allusion, art, bible, extended
Form: Didactic
As a loosed bird and the broad liberties of the sky,
So have been long life’s borderless freedoms and I;
I often have kissed countless trolls’ decoying lips,
And thought their lush mouths such nectared tips.
I severally have ridden on the precarious backs
Of seamless airs and on swift-swimming sharks,
Whereon Fate and Time had gigantic glutting turn;
Soiling the white soul in which raging embers burn.
I never have seen vast humanity’s single heart,
Kind enough to lend even a distant aiding hand;
Always have larger world’s gloatingly fired eyes
Weirdly relished this one-man’s lamenting band.
Never have greenest dreams and rawest sorrows
Met so juxtaposedly on bullish life's shifting plane;
Nor guillotined goals thus defied Destiny’s gallows,
To pay with hope such low lot as only pariahs gain.
He's never alone who with his intact dreams abides,
For fortune will someday show her soft hidden sides.
Categories:
pariahs, anxiety, betrayal, character, depression,
Form: Bio
Immersed unprepared and unaware in the wrelm of torture, raised by the tormented and confused, told to smile while our cheeks are bruised, creating pariahs out of those who dare to say nay to the way of things ,how dare they not just sway with things while the sickest get away with things
Categories:
pariahs, anger, angst, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.
Does my taste for men inflict upon you,
A pain so great with which you cannot stand?
Does my choice for which orifice I go through,
Neccessitate legal and righteous bans?
Love is but a shadow,
That fills with what might is missing:
Obsidian sands of another's soul,
That blend with light while kissing.
Is it right for us who are named demons and pariahs,
To live under the pallor of an unlit umbra,
And forever feel trapped in Sitri's grasp on gaia,
Who holds firm grip upon those souls he has encumbered?
I think not, for I am a flame that flickers in the darkest of black nights,
Whence no candle nor lantern is 'round I'm found within the whitest light.
Say what you will with your silver pious tongues,
But you who demonize the denizens are the abominations,
For any being who wishes to see another hung,
For love can be found in Hell's Grand Central Station.
Categories:
pariahs, love,
Form: Rhyme
TURONADISTOR
This new method of action
Defeats all before the gate.
This latent predilection
Is shamed in scorn and hate.
All the pariahs scamper without question
As the bee’s return to their hives.
So sheltered it becomes impossible to ever learn.
We do what needs done, in order to survive.
Although awake and aware. Deafened and dumb.
We barely make an impact. We are all barely alive.
The screams come out muted.
Scars remind us all of where we come from.
Dive into fiction, starve on the facts.
Thrive on the friction harvest of the fruited
The flowered
To the wilted to decay, and then rebirth
The fertilizer feeds
The split in the earth, the seed
The world is now cracked.
The inhabitant’s true worth
To unite in generosity
And overcome greed.
Categories:
pariahs, america, earth, emotions, hate,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
Categories:
pariahs, angst, grave, mystery, social,
Form: Shape
In the streets, we walk alone
Down, down, low, away we go.
The stars, they only taunt us.
Up so high, dancing in the sky.
I want to seek their comfort.
I want my body cradled.
Down, down, low, away we go.
Walking like outcast.
It's because i'm different
It's because we're different
"How dare you bring yourself around here.
I don't like your kind"
We're just like pariahs,
Looking for each other.
Down, down, low, away we go
Again, I feel rejected.
Again, I'm a disgrace.
The only thing we wanted,
Was the feeling of home.
Home, that was so long ago.
Categories:
pariahs, angst, confusion, fear, life,
Form: Free verse
This world has come full circle
And lies groaning in its sin
For time has now encircled
The beginning of the end.
And now the Devil dances
His hour upon the stage
Through flatteries he prances
To the cadence of his rage.
The goats call him "Messiah"
Who willingly take his brand
Become the dark pariahs
Of the one true Son of man.
Self righteousness is blindness
And sin breeds only death
Without the Master's kindness
All souls would loose their breath.
'Twas grace that flowed from Calvary
And then opened Heaven's door
His blood that paid the salary
For sins that stain no more.
And so the Devil dances
For his kingdom is at hand
Since evil now enhances
All imaginings of man.
For soon the final curtain
will roll up like a scroll
And one thing is for certain
The Devil will take his toll.
But I shan't be distracted
While our Lord defeats His foe
For I'll be one retracted
Crowned a Prince as pure as snow!
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
pariahs, faith, inspirational, religion,
Form: Rhyme
The sisters three
In their forest dance
To the darkened spirits
Like banshee's entranced
Their naked bodies
Writhe for death
In tribute to their kills
To leave blackened reft
The tree's stand silent
No animals to be seen
As two of the sisters
Dance around their Queen
Ale-era the Apocalypse
And her dark maidens of two
In sinister dance
To hunt me and you
Their rituals continue
To well into the night
For their darkening of daylight
They believe it's their right
The sky darkens
As they climax their shrills
Thunder rolling
Poisoned rains spill
What tomorrow brings
When they release their fear
The earth in submission
When these pariahs appear
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Categories:
pariahs, fantasy
Form: Rhyme