Religion Sun Poems

The remainders retreated into 
the granite chest of the mountain.
Waded through the icy vagueness of life-
crossing the Siamese catwalk,
over the opaqueness of death.
Scratched, battered and...

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How did you become featherless
Angels are always blessed and do bless
Standing too close to the fire
Devil got me in a crossfire
Make sure you always tell...

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                  (Stream Of consciousness )

So peaceful. The sun...

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I believe
This isn't the world's end
As the sun rises and sets,sets and rises
It reborns everyday
As the sea rises and falls,falls and rises
It remains every minute
As...

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Fasting, no caprice
Burning without cease
I kneeled
Under words of peace
God’s graced to release
Sins healed
I heard words to deice
I said words to unleash
Veil peeled 

Saints’ hands were...

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The Uyghur Empire’s ruler where the sun rarely blessed

Travelled to the Northern bank of the Luo in contemplation

And stayed in a tomb for three days...

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If the earth and sun

If the earth is one,
oh ! my God why you divide men, 
in the name of religion include one's, 
	recurrent plan
among...

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In voids, wild, stripping away the firmament
of heaven and tearing open the tethers of time. 

Watching the empyrean burn stars as they collapse 
n collide...

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"Impenetrable" 



The shell cracks 
the impenetrable opens 

The conduit 
responds 

the lighter being 
rises

in the blood 
walking a strange ocean

sound 
waves 

magnetised, 
message ignited

turned on,
taken...

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Our planet spins on its tilted axis
At a speed of around a thousand
Miles per hour,
Whilst also rotating around the sun
At a speed of sixty-seven-thousand
Miles per...

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At Stonehenge poised for morn in deepest darkness,
We beckon Lady Ceridwen, our Goddess Crone,
And mark Samhain’s quiet constant stillness,
To death in Yule we walk with...

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Amber moon over endless seas
warm breezes caressing
Green sweet grass nodding into the brisk air
gulls nest, fires dot the beach
figures rushing hand in hand
Along the reach

the...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views...

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Rule of law 
Burning under the sun
A smoking barrel of a Gun.
In the Shadow of her son,
The eclipse in full halo of fury’s gold,
Crimson n...

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