In this age of ''who cares'' What is the significance Or the deep meaning Of the word or term Excommunication to you? Would you care if you were Excommunicated And what ''doing'' of yours Could lead to such chastisement. Attacking the Church... Openly on what basis, what sin? Otherwise how the Church know Of your very existence? It would have to be something as As outrageous as the group of women Who, years ago went out to sea Out of territorial limits, Figuring they were untouchable And named...
Pater noster, qui es in caelis; with a thorn in the sermon's flesh and one less rib in the miter dish into the abyss of the dark womb a trough deeper than death's kiss in search for life after the grave stuck in the oblivion of the womb's tongue as the cider in the apple bleeds with one less rib in the miter dish
Straight Talk Live (The Evolution Of America’s Democracy)
This is a historical event taking place in our history today, which only occurs every four years. We are amid changing of the guards in this realm of we can life. We are moving to a new millennium upon the Democratic government which shall be inaugurated 01/20/21.
The mental whips and bondage chains of methodical racism within our own country will be slowly rescinded. However, there is still work do be done to bridge the disparity that has partitioned this country for four years.
As my grann would say Jesus did not get crucified for his spiritual belief he got...
Saddle sore from riding the dark, but the laggards fall in my dust. As the anvil strikes my gothic inkwell of the friar's pen. But there is no one here but the dark and the moon's monkeyshines knocking at my door. But the dark is no stranger when caressing its shadow. When silently it wheezes as if death looking over my shoulder into my empty house as Mirriam - Webster's ghost. Eying my glossary and pulling at my chains of a wayfarer host.
In all my years as a poet screaming obscenities. Often pissing up a rope and rolling in shit. Listening to some cockamamie idiot named Poe and his fucking depravity. Jiminy Cricket is corn fed. The Jetsons live on a damn space ship. While I am stuck in a single-wide trailer licking Burger King wrappers. With a free membership to DUP. It just ain't fair.
Her lips don't lie, a repressed smile. I'll take it to my grave. Now all alone. My soul still listening. Talking secrets of everlasting memories. When shadows cover my eyes of Da Vinci's, Mona Lisa. Suppressed smiles, though they don't lie. The shape of her guides me on a chariot of clouds, deep into the underworld. My soul listens ever still. The shadow has now consumed us both.
This is a Man’s world B.C, before his plans, his dreams, his naked genuineness unfurled Ingenuity of the presence of domination, his stance in A.D reality The first man of this realm, a loyal devoted trustee Autonomous of this world’s essence His lab formulated pestilence Cries ringing out, western civilization, bullets spraying from his manmade weapons
This is a Man’s world His passion, his sphere as he roams, his pearl ...
In the twilight's tawdry of candelabra and sins chasing butterflies in the bilingual night wrapping me in shadows feeling the winds blow in the folds of your arms deep within my lost soul chasing butterflies from my grave
After silence there is dark vision into the world unknown with only voices of death's choir yet, it tastes so sweet leapfrogging over granite stones mutating into a hump-back crow looking for my Johnny B. Goode