Poetry Blogs (priest)
Stephen Gospage on Sylvain Dornon the Stilt-Walking Baker. Well I'll Be.... (3 hours ago)
I lately watched your video, a Palm Sunday morning show of you and your wife.
Me, your mistress, now ashes of passionate fires, forbidden fires.
Intention of sin in your ideology.
And then this scene of an innoscent couple, the ones who try to pretent what they aren't.
Monday 6th April 2020 12:45 am
The drunken dancer
and the temperance priest
whispering to each other
about a fiery affair of love
between the sun and moon,
and the emotional outburst
when the universe was born.
The priest he begs for
the drunk to desist,
but the drunk just mutters
obscenities under his breath
and calls for more.
Wednesday 1st May 2019 8:38 pm
Music fades away when you arrive
Spreading the doom with every stride
The stare of hatred locked in your eyes
Sinister cravings behind sacred lies
You want me to beg
You want me to look
You want me to bend
And follow your rules
Judging from throne made out of gold
Taken from people that you control
Deep in your cave, the smell of decay
Surrounded by slaves, you feist on their brain
Saturday 8th September 2018 10:24 pm