Rules of the game provide
little hope to the injured,
pushing up hills of asphalt
in walkers made of steely grime.
brain-warped perceptions grasp
answers they’ve only memorized,
a mantra from the Jesus-challenged
and interruptions evoking
bad karma and lies.
“Thank you, Jesus” they shout to
passers-by, damaged nodules
leaking techno music, warped
perceptions contorting their
blissful faces, the thankful irony
to a helpless god not captured
in pain-twisted smiles.
who are these people who brainwash
innocent closed-headed humanoids,
forcing holy phrases into these blinded men
unable to think, their motorcycles
wrapped around poles?
who are these blissed-out mega-church whackos,
promising saving grace to creatures
too damaged by collisions
to drool soup?
Jesus knows the rules, and he
watches this repulsive charade:
He can’t alleviate, He can’t help,
and He pities the delusions
of the fake-smiling, worshipping fools,
who think the rules allow
divine interference.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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One can only share the heaven's divinity when one's soul is good. When the soul is not good, it is only fake talks and fake worship and fake beliefs.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)