Thursday, July 28, 2022

Sapphire Bullets, Arks and Covenants: A Christian Socialist Song



At a snail's pace

The media reminds us

That men in frocks

Apologize to other men

For judging the quick

And dead

But still shame a woman

For failing to carry out

HIS orders

Tell me

What is a good father

And why should we care

What a man who only forgives

Erected desire

Does with his emissions?

And when are empty words

Not grace?


 

Pattern Recognition

 

When will there be forgiveness

For the reversed and inverted

Crosses Lilith was forced to bear

Under a microscope

By those unacquainted

With Heaven and Hell?

Will there be forgiveness for

Frigidity in the scorching desert

Fire in the sky

For the orange clockwork

She was forced to grease?

Filling the retirement accounts of those

"Able" to help themselves

On extrauterine

Timelines

Outsourced to

Caring classes of

The darned and roughshod

What is need

What is greed

And when is society

A compliance officer?

1D10T Error

Police states born of

Those unsated

Knuckle-rapping acquainted

Lovers of

Economized

Polished

Darkness and pain

Ignorance is bliss for them

A shame born only

By a mother's private

Impure thoughts

In the quiet

Margins

An original sin

To look him in the face

And smirk

Like Leonardo's Lover 


Trick or treat...


What is sin

But its rippled outcome

And its material weight on

A soul

Mind over matter a privilege

Of Von Economo's knowing

Not always easily gained

Through Hippocrates

This is Kandinsky's message

For Lawyers, Pharisees and Hypocrites

Unfamiliar with Doctor Asperger

 


Apparently sentience is trending...


Bondage is not always shiny

Sometimes it's just hunger

Amongst the carrion

Dear Francis

I like you, too

Do you want to come play

American Barbie Dreamhouse with me?

This is my instance in the Dungeon

If we spell in front of the kids

They may one day

Win a spelling bee

Don't look at my 80085

Or I shall be forced to

Grow a moustache

I'll know, you know

Because Horse Apple Downs

 

Whatever you do, do it clean!

 

Who's scared?

Can you forgive

The curiouser and curiouser?

The bears and the rabbits?

And my uncanny

Lemurian knowing?

What say you, Dada?

Do you have time to talk about

Homework and the ethics of unitasking?

Nature, nurture

The risks of cuddling

And paranormal romance

Unindulged on earthly planes?

What if Mary had not known God?

When it comes to marriages,

Heaven and Hell

Boy if I ain't your girl

A regular Plutonian

Plastic rock 'n' roll

Objectified pleasure ride

 



 

For the elite

Who are still playing Star Wars

With invisible money

For the Imperials

When I would rather play Star Trek

Deanna Troy would have felt

Carrie Fisher's pain

Writing poetry

Alone while St. Christopher cried

Plenty of fish

They said

Trees falling in forests

Because they were out of tune

At the wrong time

In the Lion's Den


 

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