Cataclysmic catechisms
Verbosity engulfing common thought
Empires feud and war
Casualties lay under foot
Lining the pews and padded seats
Exposition drips from the empty pen
As microphones litter the atmosphere
With jigsaw puzzle pieces
Wholeness wrapped in aluminum foil
Demagogues churn as the best intentions
Make way the highway to hell
Nietzsche’s hand shake finalizes ordination
The bells ring flat and deadpanned
As cardboard faces stare
Masks embarking upon ritual
Tethered to the ground by fear or bitterness
The shouting escalates amidst the hollow
As words dull into rhetorical placebo
Noise and clatter has deterred the eardrum
The children laugh and the children weep
The eyes still remain glazed
Light has been contended
While the archetypal darkness
Espouses from the ignorant lips
Hoping for some sort of authoritative vindication
Wolves whoring after modernity
Feasting on the flesh of newborn lambs
As sincere songs rise into the heavens
The incense does not go unnoticed
Who has stood in the council of the LORD?
Who has wept at his side?
Who has drank deep of the pleasures evermore?
Who knows LOVE?
And who has befriended JUSTICE?
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John,
What if you blogged about Cinnamon Toast Crunch and how lame, or good, it feels to eat...why you gots to be so poetic and prolific in your philosophies...I am just jealous that your a poet, really, think about it.
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