Profane Poems

Caught in the snares of a night divided between the sacred and the profane

Caught in the snares of a night divided between the sacred and the profane,
where the stars seem to whisper forgotten secrets, I find myself in search of truth,
on a journey that parts the veil of self-knowledge,
where every tear of light, every shadow
reveals fragments of an esoteric existence, woven from fragile hopes and deep doubts.
Religion, like

Profane Amen

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I find no greater joy in all things that be,
not in gold, not in learning, not Great Deities,
nothing can match the happiness I see
in her eyes and her face when she smiles on me.

Disappointments and pains I endured in the past,
no longer do I flag at the top of a mast,
only her

Not Simple Anymore

I
Fear of God was healthy for friends
The relationship was it, not ulterior ends

II
Fear of God is still widely spoken
Love of things, brings Promises broken

Profane Speech

Profane Speech
Russel Abdur Rahman 

There is no history that everyone is blind at night
Murk has eye, Lingo and it likes to love with hungrily song
And bear pulses of light!

Dirty time wouldn’t stable, history will sing changing song
It seems imperious habit of a fruitful creation.
No history of injuries of the earth only life be injured
There is

Profane I

Scared N Holy 
in profane 
they entertain Secret societies 
sacred and arcane 
built of complex biology 
with gears in bone crystal blood-borne Hues.

Jewels turn upon Silver Springs, 
gears and string 
strange things deep inside angel wings.

sacred hearts beat within rusted Skeletons 
ribs encased fluids of the divine 
life pumps through oblique imagery. 

Echoing in your

Curse Words

We sing “Holy is thy name, O Lord,”
Yet attach it to every unsavory word
Then euphemizing, we say “gall-durn,”
It seems like we will never learn!

We pray “Hallowed be thy name,”
Forgetting our curses mean the same
We even go so far as to say “Holy Sh*t,”
And rarely consider what we mean by it.

I must plead guilty too often

Sacred and Profane Love By Titian - 1514

Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514

Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the words half-denied, 
When the world looks for fabulous suns. 

How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are

Profane Chirping

Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be quite a strain
Searched but apologized she couldn't find my brain
Told her to keep searching
I can hear some chirping
Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane

Profane Chirping

Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be a strain
She apologized, she couldn't find my brain
Told her to keep searching
I can hear some chirping
Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane

Most Profane Act

Love
Love is but a word
To describe such an emotion
in a four-letter word
is the most profane act any human can commit.
Love is Love.
it cannot be defined by four measly letters.
Love is more than art,
more than literature,
you cannot fully describe it.
It is a unique experience,
yet anyone who has every been madly in-love
knows exactly how it feels
Yet, they

Sacred and Profane Love By Titian - 1514

Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the words half-denied, 
When the world looks for fabulous suns. 

How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean. 
How it roars when the lights

Crowd and Its Profane

She appealed for just having a dignified life.
The illiterate sit, their illiteracy pulls them down into darkness and shadow.
Let me be the new light, let me have a dignified life.
I wish to be one of my kind, don’t control me by your mind.

The thing she needed was right motivation.
I have my strengths, my talents, and

Greetings To a Profane Space

A new home feels slightly pregnant
with possibility
yet empty of sacred reality

Not yet any echoing memories
of bumps on stairs,
late night scraping chairs
stuffed with familiar intimates.

Organic warmth sacrificed with each move,
attenuation of well aged relationships
with a new view,
a cleaner character of silence,
more unscrubbed inscrutable
than mere absence of familiar sounds
and sights
and savored smells left behind.

Each move a commencement
toward

Song of the Sacred and Profane -Adult-

I see her as the woman on the road,
and in the distance just inside her sight,
one solitary male approaching—that alone,
draws up within her, latent fire
and by its warming she must genuflect
before the altar of desire.
There is a silent passion, holy in its touch,
that sparks connection, unexplained.
There is electric purity within its cloud
that strikes across that

Portrait, Sacred and Profane

A heart quite overpoured is mine.
It replicates the breath
inspiring purity and art
with just a piquancy of lust,
expiring endings of romance
and promises, 
of wisdom in the dance
that holds decorum back
and celebrates the wilds
of fancy, balanced by
excursions of the moment
into love.

Two natures reach
across the table of my life,
and at the moment they are friends.
They vie for some

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