Poetry Blogs (sin)
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
I feel a pain sear through my head,
bloodied rocks tumble to the ground.
Sinner, Sinner, covered in red,
searching for peace that’s not yet found.
I lift an arm to shield my eyes,
blackened blood trickles down my cheek.
From myself I try to hide,
to God above, I cannot speak.
“Child,” a hand’s placed on my shoulder,
“there is no need to be in pain.”
Sunday 6th October 2019 6:05 am
"There is no sin except stupidity." Oscar Wilde -The Critic as Artist.
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!
Nostra maxima culpa!
Thus should we weep, we cry
As it all ends with a whimper, a sigh
It is the people's will, they say
Proroguing to get their glory day
Your vote was for an ideal state
For nation, borders, Keep Britain Great
Now, your vote means a total schism
As we se...
Friday 19th July 2019 10:40 am
At the start it was not so
That we did know the stone to throw,
To kill the beasts and men like us,
To think it fine to strike the blow
That spread man's blood upon the dust.
How was it that death entered in?
Cruel killing, how did it begin?
Did not the Tree of Life stand there,
In God's garden where was no sin.
In God's garden where all was fair.
Friday 28th June 2019 4:14 pm
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
Our World has suffered long
Beneath the Angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong:
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song, which they bring
Oh! Hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the Angels sing!
For Lo! The days are hastening on
By prophet-bards foretold
When with the ever-circling years
Saturday 15th December 2018 7:15 am
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
What am I?
A fruitful comrade?
A terrible lie?
And if so, how bad?
I lie awake at night,
Lost in thought,
Troubled by fright,
My stomach in a knot,
If we are all unjustified
Destined to hell
Blossomed in pride,
With our breasts full of swell,
Swelling with sin
Sin which we nurture
Sin which we bath in
Sin which is our future
Thursday 21st September 2017 6:26 am
I was not aware how weak I was,
Till I felt your voice,
The reaction I had to you
As my new favorite song.
I had no choice
After you I was going
To bad if where I was headed
How the minute my soul awakened
from a pit so far down
it be considered a ghost,
God need not help me then
for he knew I was long gone
already down on my knee's
Monday 19th September 2016 6:47 am
Beware the shadow by the corner dark,
For there he waits for seven reasons sour,
His wicked tongue hath limitless remark,
Whilst therein seeking whom he may devour.
Be sober and be vigilant thy kin,
Thy adversary waits beneath the pyre,
Then walks about as proud as the lion,
To drag thy wayward souls towards the fire.
Thursday 25th July 2013 11:37 am
are we recording?
with that the withered concierge told me
“we don’t want your type around here
regardless I made love to a cultural icon
away from the conference table
out of sight of the knowing grins
I made her smile
and as ziggy played for time with no
reason nor rhyme
there and then I decided to hide this story in a
Thursday 30th May 2013 11:00 am
Wednesday 20th February 2013 7:50 pm
My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out or pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countena...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 3:28 pm
is it a sin
when a man wants in
the place he came out
with a cry out loud
a new life to begin ?
April 25th, 20011
Monday 25th April 2011 10:06 am
Have mercy on me, set me free,
nobody's heard me scream
the sky grows darker by the hour
and these four walls seem ever closer
to my face, how did I end up
in this place?
Rendered useless, I have no power
of fight or flight, only fright
consumes me, what is to be?
I can't see that far
I don't deserve this, why is it me?
I'm shackled and ch...
Saturday 3rd July 2010 12:27 pm