Short Judas Poems
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Leather hide-wild eye
What should I do
Blackened mind
Borrowed time
Trading pieces
Of myself
For thirty silver coins
Feeling the sting of his acidic lips
Judas sold his story to the highest bidder
To save himself
One more time
Crushing the wings of the angel
He professed to love
For one more day in the land of Oz
Eternally searching for his soul
I heard
what you said
But not
what you meant
Your words
but a smokescreen
Belying
intent
Each one
deftly crafted
To lure
and delude
Anointing
your weakness
Blaspheming
— Saint Jude
(Chicago’s South Side: July, 2026)
no wonder my trust
'is nothing but rust
they say I'm too serious
but never delirious
its my humor that got me through
and those years drinking that strong brew
no matter what'
wasn't a squat
my mom is a saint
but to me she ain't
His trust was betrayed
We followed dismayed
It's not surprising
Judas is rising
Now nailed on a cross
His death was our loss
There's no disguising
Judas is rising
In shame there he stands
With blood on his hands
Justice is calling
Judas is falling
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In the Blood of Eternal Power
David J Walker
Judas
Who would sell
His savior
For silver
Nicodemus
Who would
Find rebirth
In the earth and
A river
And me
I spend
my time
In the flow of
A shower
Hour by hour
Cleaned of sin
The world let in
In the blood of
Eternal power
Thou not from Israel
yet Israel like
to sell our heads
in the name of yahoo
To say I am from this clan
is like to say I am leprous
in Elisa’s clan
in the sight of macoys
Denying me chapter Iv
of our supreme book
making me more black than I am
lets break their records
Their record of unequalness
For all animals are equal.
Thirty pieces he took in vain;
the devil's price; a soul to gain.
A kiss not warm but deadly cold,
for the only one death could not hold.
Look, my children, you will see,
the traitor hangs from a red bud tree.
Bloated body from head was torn;
better for him, he'd not been born.
A moments riches all for naught;
a potters field was all he bought.
All of the apostles forsook him.
Peter denied him.
I betrayed him.
Jesus never stopped loving us.
I gave him a kiss of death.
He still called me friend.
Peter was later convicted
And cried bitter tears.
He returned to his Lord.
I acknowledged my wrong,
But refused to live with myself.
Peter received God's forgiveness.
His name is loved by thousands.
I never sought God's forgiveness.
Do you know any who have my name?
Judas, how could you betray the Son of Man with a kiss for thirty pieces of silver? Judas, how could you not see that you were with the Messiah sent to offer us God's love? Judas, how could you recline in the upper room with the Son of God and then run to evil to plan his capture and death? Judas, how could you have not known you were part of God's plan to sacrifice himself for the atonement of all of man's sins future and past? Judas how could you.....
Unlike Adam, Satan was not made from clay
One day, he chose to go his own way
He appeared to Judas with very little to say
Not even to say, 'Hey'
Nor did he come to play
Not even for a day
He did not come to pray
But only to create disarray
Could Judas have said. 'Nay'?
Or was it too cloudy and grey?
Jesus said, 'woe', to him who would betray
Upon his heart, guilt would forever lay
Jesus called Judas, 'Friend'
But that was before Satan entered in
Judas’ Carrion
Gossiping in such a furtive manner
Determined to raise success’ banner
Murmuring eloquently in the dark
Calumny where there’s no spark,
In the coven of conspiracy gather
Passing the Cup of Hate to another
Greedily imbibing to quench thirst
Competing to see who wins first....
To the contrary, let God be blessed:
He’s not with limitations distressed
When from another we plan to steal
To the affected He plans to heal!!
JM
19th Nov’ 2013
His threads soaked in blood
Dismantled ricassos line his back
His tear filled eyes he shuts
The sky above him black
Anger fused with sorrow
Heavy stones on his heart
What good can come of tomorrow
When thy life’s been torn apart
The latter-day Caesar
Against the avant-garde council
Says farewell to the dreamer
That dwelled in the fictitious castle
For what he was has died
And what he’ll become unknown
Adieu...farewell...goodbye
He’ll walk the broken path
Alone