Into an orgy of vanity
The world wildly spins
It’s advent antithesis
Symbols of extravagance
Dazzle the mind
Turning upside down
The shepherd’s hut
Not one knows what changed
History
A renegade from the scripture
It’s puzzle too mystifying
What de-spiritualizes
Category: Religion
From the sacred station
Of the Passover
Generations perpetuate the
Rite of the dust
Multiplying at rates
Beyond the realm of reason
… the mystery of the yeast
This isn’t just a scriptural tradition
Neither a post-heroism dance
It’s the wine again …
Rise not
To defend your innocence
In wanton abandon you gave it up
For a treasure chest.
It’s stark hypocrisy
Even just to imagine
You still bear the purity seal
The world has already reached a verdict
For you to be …
Pyramid at the top
Pharaohs sky empires build
All for the same reason
Cleopatra’s passion kiss
In the vineyard
Sowers plant dreams
No one tills Jerusalem
Not even for a palm
All around empty space spread
Rolls and rolls of void unfold
Break me into the finest grains
Of sand
Better still into the highest grade
Of clay
For what worth is left in this
Tortured breath
Hosting a damaged soul.
I know you came for the
Pieces blown apart by violence and …
Staring at you intently
I begin to see the fossils of Calvary
Scattered like splintered memories
Across infinity
Painfully I could bear the heart-drowning
Spurts of blood from a
Mortality punctured shall
From the nail-riddled pains
From the scorched back
From …
You offer us
The reward of endlessness
In exchange for the crude post and nails
Of noontime
Absolving en masse
The indignities and infractions
Of civilizations
Including those beyond the sunrise
Just by your maiden cry
Isn’t it too much
A sacrifice
By sheer ignorance
I towed a dream pigment
Toward the wrong side of dawn
T’was my first dalliance
With despair
Unknowingly I crossed
The threshold of childhood
In the winter of innocence
Bitterly time wept
Like a hogtied wind.
Somehow there …
Long before we met, I already
Decided not to have anything to do
With your ethos;
You’re an entity belonging to the heights
Of heaven;
Beyond the dreams of mortals
Yet, despite those unreachable ranges
Our paths in ways coincidental
Cross …
If my time to carry the cross comes
Allow me to do it without the presence
Of any multitude
All the beatings… the spittings
The spears
The thorns
I’ll receive them secretly
In the dark
Please don’t let me see
A …