Religious Poets Poems

Taking the world by storm
Is not what one would expect 
From the birthing of a poem
Perhaps it is enough 
To know that inspiration struck
And for...

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violence was my medicine.
But now I’ve swapped  violence and the knife 
For writing poems about my life.

Because Im sick of blood  running down...

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Close your eyes my friend and you might once again 
hear our laughter clinging to the breeze that moves through the open windows of childhood...

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It is difficult to get rid of the false self
A believable mask has taken years to develop
Such safety precautions demand extensive disguising
Dear i ask, why...

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I love vocabulary games, and these odd words came up in English words games, recently: Bute ( I know "Butte" but not BUTE)  &...

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Anger lynches, 
Dear world friends
The principal  mission of Anger 
Is to mob some people who coldshoulder
Its status  of the  best world destroyer. 
Don't you...

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Joy is one of the fruits of the Holy Spirit
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is our Joy, 
Yearly bliss, power , strength and protection.
Feel...

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I am the link to the god all mighty 
The grand master of this world
Dollar marks and social security carts

I am the warrior of this...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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Poets of convenience
reality to sway
A stain that lasts forever
excuses not parlayed

“Thou Shalt Not Kill” long spoken
ancient law upon the land
Religious, secular, or more’ bound
the truth...

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The soul reaps its rewards
as it is compromised 
as tomorrow never dies.

A faded glory...

Souls linger on, in either heaven 
nor Hell only Purgatory. 

Futures are...

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Watching the first light 
of a Mechanical Dawn 
cress the filigree 
of a divinities detonated forms, LIGHT!
Breaks cold & precise 
    ...

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Angel of the Hollow Eyes 
of dark devices and secret lies 
of stone façades as shadowed fly

Mechanical things turn deep inside 
broken and cruel 
each...

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Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes...

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In my blistered ruined mind 
I build odd gods, old! 
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,

Like a pantheon of ornate oddities! 
Each...

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