Haden's quip...A simple name on my list and a glorious robe of shadows shall collect the soul of which you known. In one long agonizing breath you are gone. Mine to have!Haden's quip...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mere memory upon the lips of others as they watch you recede. In the ground your body goes to comfort the creatures of hollow.
Yes my dear, I have stolen you from the body you housed in. You, my worthy darling have been very naughty. Let's see if you can be at ease here in HELL!
Oh please stop the train of tears that don't fall and the sniffle that can't be heard. I have it in my right mind to anchor you with chains. Beat you with my whip of fire. Shove hot pokers where I can.
Or I could just let you hover of my hounds. They do need a new toy.
I want to drag you so deep into torture that you will beg for deliverance to above. I will make you relive all that you now deem wrong. I desire to make you suffer.
I want to tie a noose around your neck. Then tie your ankle and feet together. Hoist you on a pole over greedy savages and see
God as a WedgeGod as a Wedge7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God as a Wedge.
Once upon a time
The Church had the power to say
These are eternal mysteries into which
Mere humans must not delve
But delve we did, and lucky for us.
And now the Intelligent Design Movement
(Creationism in a cheap tuxedo)
Is reduced to triumphantly stuffing God
Into the Gaps and Missing Links in our Science,
Here are the Mysteries that Science cannot explain away,
And should not try to.
Here, they say, is Proof of God at Work.
And each time Science fills a Gap or finds a Missing Link,
They see two smaller Gaps, one on either side of the new Puzzle piece,
And they claim that their Proof of God has Doubled,
Relying on Xenos Paradox to buoy their Movement,
As they stuff their God into vanishingly small cracks and crevices,
And call that Incontrovertible Proof of
Thus our Ignorance equals God --
The Stopgap God,
The Liminal or Interstitial God,
God the Placeholder,
Outlier and Outlaw God,
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
BlasphemerBlasphemer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red skies illuminate my fury,
I had something to say
as I rose like the Phoenix
towards skyscrapers that follow
shot verbals at Him
in neat boxes He swallows
I've been hurt like a man scorned and torn
twisting and resisting the pain You inflicted
like a dog gone mad from a God who's glad
to kick up His boots on tables of indifference
as You sat at Dachau playing games over abysses
I stood angry on blistering plains
hollering shrieks like a bird loud with song
the weeds push away in concentric circles
weaving and reweaving away from my story
damn if I didn't fear my pronouncement:
"Where are you big sky?
Why are your rains mixed with blighted trouble?
some plants get too much, others little
some dance the dance of ragged disinterest
and fall to the ground ceasing existence"
I had to say more
from my perch from on high
yes, I like the Phoenix could see all around
the up, the down, even the sides
nothing escapes my inner-view:
"Mom down the street
has no food for the table
THE LAMB AND LIONTHE LAMB AND LION3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those who tear the thread of primitive injustices
Those who dine on the flesh of Prometheus
and fear not the glint of wayward Sisyphean climbing
It is we who fight the rage of screaming Siren
and push the bounds of battles winning
It is we who put an end to raging archetypes
who shake the fetters of our fathers
who ravage the flesh incarnate
who kick against the goad
who set the captives free
who manifest destinies
who defuse the nuclear
who with ardent kill
©Bill Nace 10-20-11
Broken FingertipsJust looking for a shoulder to lean onBroken Fingertips6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A supporting hand
it's all more then I can stand.
Sorrow in the world
pounds against my beating heart
and I feel my breathing shallow
and I feel my eyes drop
and I hold out to steady you
Set in stone
is not my way
Nor am I flexible
my heart, my mind, my choices
have always been hard to sway.
Forever the spectator
of your beautiful world..
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onEarth Forever7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The universe still expands
We are but a blip
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeGod's Art7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song and art of everything.
And a pen stroke
A brush line
A single note
Our place in that,
And were too small to see
The entire canvas.
LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOLESTA ES OTRA INDIGNANTE HISTORIA DE LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOL.LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOL6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MAS QUE TRISTEZA ESTA NOTICIA ME PROVOCA RABIA,
EN QUÉ MOMENTO SE PERDIO EL RESPETO?
QUÉ HICIMOS MAL?
SI ESTA ES LA CIVILIZACION, ME NIEGO A ACEPTARLA,
SERES PENSANTES? A MI ME PARECEN ACUMULANTES,
QUE TRISTE VIVIR DONDE LAS RAICES HAN SIDO OLVIDADAS
Y LA HERMOSA NATIRALEZA REEMPLAZADA POR ARDIENTE ASFALTO.
HAN INTENTADO CUBRIR EL BACIO DE SUS MENTES Y SUS ALMAS CON FINAS TELAS.
Y LA ESCENCIA ENTRE SMOG Y NARICES ATROFIADAS ES CASI IMPERCEPTIBLE.
Y DA IGUAL BLA BLA BLA SI SI CLARO QUE TODO ESTA BIEN,
CÓMO NO HABRIA DE ESTARLO SI LA TELEVISION NOS EDUCA,
LA COMIDA VIENE EN LATA Y EL ELEVADOR NOS EVITA LA FATIGA,
FRONTERAS, CLASES, COLORES, TIPOS, MAS Y MENOS. QUE OCIOSO SISTEMA.
DEJAMOS DE SER SEDENTARIOS PARA CONVERTIRNOS EN INERTES.
MÁS QUE RABIA ES IMPOTENCIA,
QUE PESADILLA, DESPIERTEN HERMANOS!!
co z tegoZabrakło mico z tego6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trochę świeżej bielizny
czekoladowych płatków na śniadanie
mankietu od koszuli
szczotki do włosów
długopisu na sprawdzianie
Co z tego, że
skoro i tak nic z tym nie zrobię.
RozplynacNie zniosę tegoRozplynac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jak bardzo jesteś.
Nie widzieć nigdy więcej.
Bo po co.
Lo to the SunIf the sun takes its time to fall from the sky,Lo to the Sun7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the red can stay-
For a time we can pretend the world is ending,
That we are all loved, and love
And death is not what it is today,
But what it should be
Since with this everything would be beautiful,
And though we go, we stay forever.