Religious Prison Poems

Bottom of my poem 

standing at the bottom of my poem
laying down at the top
you hit bottom
can’t believe it 
you stare
waiting for a visit
when he...

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I am here
in a farm
in the cold
in Yaldabaoth’s charm
waiting for Christ’s arm
I am here



This is a celae poem....

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We peep through grated beams in the dark confines, 
Kept in chains by the  tyranny  of audacious  jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with...

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Have mercy oh! priest 
To God through Mary let my plea 
Seven times more my sins 
I fear I must do it again. 

I sinned...

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You have to get caught in the storm
In order to appreciate the sun.
You have to swim across the ocean 
To enjoy the dirt under your...

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Poetry is activism/Penned in prison/Gleaned from prisms/I been in this system/Where the scene is livid/Pedophiles, thieves/Fiends and killers/It seems forgiveness/Is a religious construct/The Dept. of...

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Screw my father
that I never knew.
If you take the blame
screw you, too.
Help my family
my Mom, Grandparents, and my Brother.
Let them live happily,
and get along with...

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Who speaks does indeed lie,
Who does not, surely knows more,
But keeps silent by fear to die,

The Walls have ears,
To listen and hear,
The brother became a...

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