Short Exorcised Poems

Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin 
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed...

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With my Angels exorcised-
I Exercise my Devils
Daren't you guess what this implies?
In Evil doth I revel!

Shout and swear; curse and cuss
In the Bowels of Tartarus!
Sweet Lucifer! I do concur-
Heaven- it's just not for us!...

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Scared of a shadow
Scared of the phone
Scared of the dark
And being alone.
Will you come and get me
Break down my door
Lying in the dark
Footsteps on the floor.
Twenty years of haunting
A voice inside my head
Hiding
Remembering
A life-time of dread.
Contentment and happiness
A life that you don’t know
I’ve exorcised your ghost
It’s time for you to go....

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Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment

Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin 
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed


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My demons were in a slumber
I finally saw the grime in the glamour

My demons were asleep and done
When I was woke to goodness in everyone

I confronted hatred and jealousy
With kindness and generosity

I overwrote scars of enmity
With shades of benignity

My red eyes intoxicated by hostility
Where brightened by hospitality

I exorcised the demons back to the hades and hell
For I was possessed by an angel...

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Quaint bells of symphony,
swelling over
vast corridors of the mind
filming scenes from remote past
in kaleidoscopes of living colour
strumming..
with virtuosic intensity
on mind's tormented strings
reincarnating
exorcised demons
undressing
raw putrefying wounds
rusty hinges creaking noisily as
grating shovels on ice
skelenton closet swings eerily open
creatures baring hideous teeth
lay siege on my sanity
and haunt my sleep....

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Uncurl, uncurl the fragrant leaf
the flag of Spring, joyous relief.
Let watercolor flowers rise,
let winter’s white be exorcised.
Waylay your woes, leave off your grief.			

Tulips and pansies fill our sheaf.
Abundance eases disbelief. 
Lift your eyes toward His blue skies
Uncurl, uncurl

Hear His robin’s merry motif 
enjoy the scents, for life is brief. 
Drink it all in, don’t compromise.
Yes, we are in God’s paradise,
give praise, live in this right belief
Uncurl, uncurl...

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