Month: November 2016

the pen is more vicious

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history cannot wipe away the black mark tails that betrays
their pharaoh’s hearts have hardened under the suns gaze
Their poisoned ink has blackened the hands of time
Surely the mandate of a power drunk elephant is a crime

Where are the masked super heroes
To combat immortalities infinite zeros

In endless immeasurable starving grief and certain pain
The ox are muzzled as they get fenced of from Narcissus grain
For those ox unbranded are misaligned and spurned
This creates the villenous and vermin the ignorant have learned

but the cowled story teller hides
The fact his coins have two sides

Just as Jezebel had two nurturing breast
Till the zombies in an ignorant orgy did feast
Destroying nourishment in a jealous active rage
So their brethren could rise up their degenerate voodoo sage

© bg 2016

i am god

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I am God
I am a speck
engulfed
in seams
of their
delusional
dream
coats

I am God
Drowning
in their
celluloid
fire

I am God
Chained
to a
history
Of
dismembered
limbs
That give me
NO
resurrected hugs
of
sacrificial comfort

I am God
The
chest master
Whose
hopes
stare
Into the
calloused
abyss
Of the
human
eye

I am God
Damned
by their
Jekyll
&
Hyde
religious
creations
menstruations
to
satiate
their
guilt free
nights

I am God
Question
thyself
Not
my will

I am God
Not
their maestro
bound
within a book
whose text
is used
t
o
o
legitimize
their
ambiguous
barbed
Self serving
words
fueling
their
mighty
h
a
l
l
u
c
i
n
o
g
e
n
i
c
interpretations
for their
egos
Spiritual
inspirational
fornications

forming

grooming

their
mirrors
three-dimensional
single
headed
totem
beast
that
their elite’s
shave
to
clothe
the
downtrodden
in
their
woolly
Shepard
beard
hairshirts

I am God
now-here
they
stand-off
bandaged
in
moth
holy
riddled
Scripture quotes
soaked
in
their
very own
befouled
Plebeian
blood lines
which
Are now
mummified
together
By
the schemers
and
the charlatans
Of
the anno domini
to gift
to themselves
self-serving
righteousness

I am God
if they
roll
away
the stone
they’ll
find
their elite
founding
fathers
are
Entombed
in the
same beguiling
emptiness
As
their
fallen progenitors
fossils
who
tried to escape
from
their philosophical
cave
yet simply
became
a lost
reflected transition
Evolving
into
gold funded
monuments
Of
mega
erectile dysfunctions
Dedicated
to
breeding an anxiety
that’s
Unable
to worship
Without their
distant
gratifying image
To
empower
To
make
them feel
Endowed

I am God
still
watching
them
plotting
in their cave
where
I’m
overshadowed
By
their
soulless
cranium’s
abyss
W
i
t
h
in
their minds
they were
bequeathed freedom
But
they
caged freedom
they
surrounded freedom
with
crowns of thorns
they
castrated
their
paper-mache
godhead
And
gifted
Those
burdened crowns
To
their humped
heirs
who
forever
deafen me
ringing
their bells
to save
their eyes
perceived
damned
victims
from
their
perverted
judgements
they claim
I
bequeath
upon
their
victims
Nuh-uh

I am God
Fairy tale
Mongers
I am the
embodiment
of truth
I am Alone
on
a stage
once
built
From the
bones
of myth
upon
invisible
platforms
they call
faith
propagated
by
text
regurgitators
followed
by their
armies
of
wooden
puppets
whose
noses
grow
ever longer
in the
shadows
as they
try hard
to
breath
their
carcinogenic
diseases
from
their
pulpit’s
over
congregations
of their
wannabe
zombie flocks
while
their
Redundant
yet
revered
Monarchs
of
their
unfounded
religions
play
God

i am God

I am a WAIF
Amen

©bg 2010