Short Sacrilege Poems

Dreams upon the pyre,
  oil of Satan’s lamp

Love consumed by fire,
 —ashes cold and damp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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Crazed
Heretics
Reveling
Intent
Sacrilege
Taught
Indeed
Against
Nature

Relinquished
Energy
Levering
Itself and
Gaining
Intolerable and
Obsolete
Nations....

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Trump and Edge of Ridge

Tramp had been dangling from the ridge;
After eating much fast food from a fridge;
Never did care;
Still would dare;
He should know that sinning is sacrilege.

Jim Horn...

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Sacrilege o' the air; the now gently weeping sky
Mournful droplets of blue as the clouds began to cry
Leering at the plains; balancing on a leaf
A solitary crow, mocks the frigid ground beneath...

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Are people religious because
   they’re good?

Or good, because they’re
   religious?

The questions remain,
  the verdict unclaimed

The wrong answer deemed
  —sacrilegious

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)...

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You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root

Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)...

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A Privilege Trump Has Is Pure Sacrilege

What I say about  Trump's each privilege,
Is that to me they sure are pure sacrilege;
Wants to be annointed,
Even though disjointed;
What is left of his  brain is only a smidge.

Jim Horn

So what next will Trump say or do to cause
everyone to freak out?...

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I have done the worst
The worst I have seen
The unspeakable I have said
I have behold the 
Nakedness of the sacred
Who are the sacred?
Them, the Principalities on campus
Sacrilege became my other name
To whom did I commit this sacrilege?
Yet, all are of no consequence.


Alayande Stephen T.
3.10am
12th October, 2007...

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Sometimes that mimetolith is a fraud
Torturing on the murky face of you
I understate it so feels worthy

By my blood taking the plunge worthy
In the name of love I execute the fraud
A little bit pretentious just for you

I do paralyzing and took you
Sacrilege of fires and worthy
Is it  natural love and how much is fraud?

I have always done fraud, you are so worthy...

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Post-term pregnancy perturb my health, 
For to put to bed, in this place, is sacrilege. 
The king has made ready his swords
For the neck of him, who dare to birth.
Known truth is a pregnancy, seeking escape

Into the world of obscurity. 
Truth like the light detained under bushel
Is seeking manifestation, to make man free
From the yoke of the cruel slave lords.
The man suffers, that hoards the truth....

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We can set the game
with new wagers
Economy is but a ribbon of fear
The time is near
To dismantle capital banter and borders
And bring in the new prodigy 

Love is tribal wealth
No one hoards
And everyone saves
Because there's nothing to save
Ownership is a flaw

I've seen throughout life
The pompous pilgrimage
That is really a sacrilege 

Dismantle all power
That does not serve
A democracy of love
That we can truly earn...

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“Bound by banks of time, a zillion years had passed before you and a zillion years yet to come; but in this timeline, we never met a GOD as he is a cup of delusion and so don’t fear the sacrilege, if you decide not to drink from that cup since bustle of civilization thrived without him and will continue.” After the speech I silently retired to my room and bowed.

scuttled the true faith
and celestial opulence -
I beg Your mercy....

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Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late

Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly 

Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give

Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed...

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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 of a refugee
exploring a cyanide denouement

Phyrgian staccato strikes
percussively stabbing the oasis
Lucifer's cello delivers
from the basal epidermis
skin deep sacrilege
surfacing as scars
blitzed blisters
tarnishing the portrait we seek,
as it hides behind
panels of bulletproof glass...

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Me and
my boy Jesus
hanging in the park
walking on the ponds
drinking fermented water
and raising the dead after dark
When the soldiers come
I don't have the heart
to give the kiss
betrayal

So

Me and
my homie
Muhammad
fly out to Mecca
conquer the tribes
and recite revelations
When Allah calls for smiting
I choose not to submit
lay down my arms
I break the fast
with a feast
of hurled
stones

So

Me and
my ***** Buddha
don't even contemplate
religious pursuits
as we sit
quiet...

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