Category Archives: Religion

Intentional

Hello, hello do you hear the wind
Calling out names from yesteryear?
Asking for solace
Seeking respite
Under a gloomy sky of lavender
Tainted with the dirty water
Of the paintbrush wielded by a dark minded god
Praying for absolution for a race that no longer looks up

Hello, hello do you see the rain
Staccatoing half-hearted rhythms?
Hoping for answers
Dreaming of wisdom
Mixing with the slow wake
Of a ferry traversing earthbound Lethe
Clear in purpose but clogged by the ideals of man
Begging for clarity in a world drowning in nihilistic hedonism

Halt, halt the senseless blustering
Crowing loudly, unknowing portents
As ignorance answers
Proud of its dissipation
Crawling hangovers
Of a wastrel world
Listlessly wanderlusting across land seeking emotion
Intentionally avoiding the screaming empathy of humanity

Hollow Be Thy Name

The shot is just the beginning
As the world life traveled
Flashes across the mind
And neurons fire in desperate red.
 
Claret pools. Mind bogs.
Brain makes a desperate plea.
 
Our Father,
My father will bemoan
And curse the god
He swears against existing.
 
Holy Mary,
My mother will weep.
I have failed her.
I have lost the world’s game.
 
Choking on Jesus wine
My battle cry comes out
Only a whimper.
 
Amen. Amen. The End.

Motions

He has a plan for me, I know it well.
He demands that once a week I pray
because he took a vacation day.
 
But the flesh is bland upon my tongue.
The blood a year off vintage.
The praise drones monotonously on.
Good Christian faints with faith and love.
The fellows leave him worshiping the floor.
Sheep bleating out their trust in god above.

Were There Shells?

Who does go walking upon sand
Only to glance behind
And look at indents step for step
To count one pair left.

Then to have the gall to question
Their insubstantial friend
Where he was in times of strife and
Only with you during fine life.

And because the answer makes them feel
That hope is theirs and real
As long as they and faith hold hands
Leaving footprints in the sand.

Infallible

When I die
Do I want to be right?
Or do I want
In my heart
To risk forever?

That a god could forgive
My obstinance,
My doubt,
And bring me in
Where I would face
The smiling faces
Of those who wish
Their god was slightly more vengeful
After all.

After all
I know those faces.
As a girl I met the holy.
I remember the devout.
Damming me,
Pitying me,
Wishing to save me.
Do I want to be with them
Forever?

Or be stuck worse off?
Justified in my logic
That at least the devil
Is as evil as he was supposed to be.
And I unwilling to accept
A god that is not.

But suppose I’m right
And destined for dust.
My only prayer
Is that the earth cannot ponder
On right and forever.
That is the compensation
I ask for having lived.