Skip to main content

STAND DOWN, CHURCH OF HUMANKIND!


Haven't I wept enough?

Haven't I wept enough?

This river has come undamned!

Wait no more!

Love is in Me,
Peace and I agree,
Laughter sought now,
Forgiveness somehow,
God, set Me free of me
I've wept enough for my sins,

I need to begin!
I needed all to be forgiven,
Saved from ignorance,
I've climbed out of the cavern of want and surfaced in your original altar-

(I don't know what that means?)

Oh hush your damnable lies!
You pretend too damn much, brother and sister!

Your Christ speaks through Me now! Listen!

He is not alone!

No more of your prideful and selfish charade!

You needn't pretend anymore that you know anything of what awaits the collective!

Enough of your foul use of Christ's brother, enough use of yourself and all others!

Pious and rigid you repeat your selective verse, it's perverse, it begs its own worth, collapses under the story's girth!

(Are you angry? Are you packing heat?)

STOP YOUR IGNORANCE, CHURCH! The church is humankind ALL, not some sect or chosen few! We have been choking on pride for so long the thread's frayed and we're afraid, Love fallen off its display, Peace hanging there beckoning from your foul instrument of self-torture hung there like agony's reflection of those that poured the divine water over our grace!

Trust me Church of Humankind, the altar is not a cross, it's a circle, Home fits the bill, where it started, where the Heart(H) is still.

Sleep your pride,
Close both eyes
And open up your third,
This story unfolds
It doesn't end,
it begins
again and again,
beyond your self-righteous slickness,
your charade,
your scheming,
stop your damnable dreaming!

The children are screaming!
Mothers being broken by War!
Father's being made to shatter Love!
The Collective cannot stand much more!

Stand down your greed, Church!

Stand down your war machine!

Stand down your foul oppression!

Stand down your hunger's reach!

Stand down your rage against Love, Forgiveness and Peace.

~Mark Richard Prime




© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
32 comments
read the poem

Waiting for It

Why do they stay there, between war and peace? Sky’s tapestry doles out guns, bombs and rocks while flesh and bone swim away from the ache yet live on as the food for the murder of peace. Why do we hide from the truth as if it were an ogre while death makes a home inside their living and war dispatches a raven to their door, smirking with the teeth of empire? Why do we wait, stooped for another wink? The sky’s drapery has tossed down ample clues, peace is breathing in harmony with war. (Road-maps are useless to blind leaders.) Why do they hold there, hunched in the gloom? Hatred’s bird cackling with bereavement needs end. Are we not rightly dishonored when we fill its trough with blood? © 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
12 comments
read the poem

Laughter's Grip

They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait on His voice to destroy the golden temples of man, hold my tongue until His powerful breath was upon me, and from His loving casualties I’d at last know the Savior. They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait for His followers to die away their persuasive babble and the murder of Islam to breach the walls of the earth as the many damned souls drowned under holy laughter. “O! The Lord God is looming! On his way with God’s wrath! We are to take up swords and send evil howling back to die their well deserved and slow death! Their faces popped and spattered these words as they fell back, caught in His fiery presence, twisting their tongues into drivel and thrashing their minds in the glory of an Eden unlike any other. And then the snake planted his venom through the laughter of their gyrating madness. Tears emptied their pockets, spirits came crashing , and the anointed rapture of their making grew tire...
23 comments
read the poem