Depression Religion Poems

Why this never ending hate
Where impressionable young men swallow jaundiced bait,
To kill and maim - all in the name of their one prophet,
Unleashing burning mayhem...

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I'm blessed to have anamchairde, 

Guiding me with values so pure, 

Islam they live and preach with grace,

In compassion, fairness, they set the pace.

Connected they...

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Gloria in Eggshellsis

By Mark Stucky
Will my shell crack open
from external stresses?
Will my soul ooze out to sizzle over fire.

Will my soul simply rot inside my...

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The weight of the world
gently pressed against
slates of ivory
plated on an ebony tomb
sheered in jet black polish
as it hums minor seventh arpeggios –
the melodic malady...

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POEM: 
Bragging about their golden handcuffs
contemporary serfs wearing white collared buttoned shirts
modishly masquerade as caged chickens
by sticking flowery feathers up their derrieres
emasculated last man's search...

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Lighting up the void
Your soft hands adorn us all
Within the abyss...

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Sometimes I pray for my death as much I want to live, but it will not come ... 
I long for my childhood but it...

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Don't want to be stuck
in the Trauma Prevention Department.

Don't want to work that hard
on dogmatic compartments
for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT
governments
over-investing in cautionary
conditional
chronic win/lose mistrustful
competitive dissonant...

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 A Wise Woman

They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie...

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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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To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on...

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Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing

Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned 
nearing deceased sadness.

Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched...

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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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Reflections are divergent 
images composite
negatives of dreams 
an alternate stream. 

Calculations of precise reality reflected.
diverge and coalesce? In memories 
Stacked as photographs fade…

Reflections are divergent...

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In the empires of my mind...
            Searching for the Divine.
     ...

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