the GAUD poems
Poems from "the GAUD poems" and "the ur poems"...
& GAUD said, “Let there be LIGHT VERSE
to illuminate the ‘nature’ of my Curse!”
—michael r. burch
reverse the Curse
with LIGHT VERSE!
recant the cant
with an illuminating chant,
etc.
—michael r. burch
Can the darkness of Christianity with its “eternal hell” be repealed via humor? It’s time to recant, pardon the puns.
if ur GAUD
is good,
half the Bible
is libel.
—michael r. burch
pretty pickle
by michael r. burch
u’d blaspheme if u could
because ur GAUD’s no good,
but of course u cant:
ur a lowly ant
(or so u were told by a Hierophant).
dust (II)
by michael r. burch
wee are dust
and to dust wee must
return...
but why, then,
life’s pointless sojourn?
u-turn: another way to look at religion
by michael r. burch
... u were borne orphaned from Ecstasy
into this lower realm: just one of the inching worms
dreaming of Beatification; u
would love to make a u-turn back to Divinity, but
having misplaced ur chrysalis, u can only
chant magical phrases,
like Circe luring ulysses back into the pigsty...
chrysalis
by michael r. burch
these are the days of doom
u seldom leave ur room
u live in perpetual gloom
yet also the days of hope
how to cope?
u pray and u grope
toward self illumination...
becoming an angel
(pure love)
and yet You must love Your Self
Tell me what i am
by michael r. burch
Tell me what i am,
for i have often wondered why i live.
Do u know?—
please tell me so;
drive away this darkness from within.
For my heart is black with sin
and i have often wondered why i am.
And my thoughts are lacking light
though i have often sought what was right.
Now it is night;
please drive away the darkness from without,
for i doubt that i will see
the coming of the day
without ur help.
evol-u-shun
by michael r. burch
for and after william blake
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur claiming IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
grave request
by michael r. burch
come to ur doom
in Tombstone;
the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill
care nothing for ur desire;
still,
imagine they wish u no ill,
that u burn with the same antique fire;
for there’s nothing to life but the thrill
of living until u expire;
so come, spend ur last hardearned bill
on Tombstone.
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Michael Burch
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