Self Worship Poems - Poems about Self Worship

...Atheist or Pagan which gets to dream reasoning stilted spirits unseen Rational narcissist tribal taboos if given the choice it’s easy to choose Atheist or Pagan contrast to compare t......

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...On social media and TV, in papers that we buy, bodies well honed and muscles toned, the gorgeous greet our eyes. Through pouting lips in selfies, tousled hair and perfect tans, parading in some......

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...Earth feels undone. Not only incomplete, but now unraveling, Undead but not resurrecting, not fully alive, not healthy enough to listen for sacred survive whispers, ReWind ReGenerate ReCo......

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...Voltaire lived in the early 1700’s…he was born in Paris, France…. His words still have meaning today…if we’d give them half a chance. If we had the opportunity…to talk to the famous Voltaire I i......

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...Oh, my soul, Why do you always go to pluck that fruit? Why do you always judge on good and evil? Why do you always appeal to the intellect? Why do you always please the senses? Why are you so ar......

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...When I was sixteen I wanted Robert Kennedy's life, although I didn't know about his time squandered in staffing McCarthyism's Make America as Grotesque as Possible campaign, Which would have g......

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...Annoyed with Self Worship Am annoyed with those who self worship, And out has been causing so many to flip; At least four Or maybe more, To Antarctic for years should take a trip. Jim Ho......

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...Burning the scriptures of truth Gaining control of the vast lands Leaders spreading their demonic sickness Love ones impaled by the spears of ignorant soldiers Happiness becoming just another thi......

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...Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do) from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view. Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed with blush, an......

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...Have I been summons to your presence , only to be sacrificed. In the coldness of your breath..i will be put to a icy cold death. With one word, I exist or not. It is only you whom can wear your arrog......

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...I am respected. That's his explanation, his excuse and his reasoning. He sits on a throne of these women he has claimed. Tools of his self worship, he stacked them tall in his castle. A tribute to h......

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...Rejoicing tongues taste a tripled fortnight of psalms. Parched throats anointed with vintage myrrh commemorate a solemn departure. Hands reflecting no piercings - Feet devoid of spiked reverence ......

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...My molten core is bursting at the seams Billowing ash and smoke circle above Volcanic eruptions are on the rise Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove That damnation isle, this Icelandi......

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...You dont need no friends all they will do is hurt you let them all go, why hold them up? the family are so far behind, they will never understand we are so alone, in this life, women want what ......

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...Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. ......

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