Do Not Tell Me Tales
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your tongue-in-cheek fables.
Do not tell tales
Tales of your pedestrian fancies.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your veiled carnalities.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your hallucinatory wet dreams.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your vain passions
Passions that will blur my visions.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of the wandering daughters of lust
Daughters of lust who are already lost.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your so-called love for me
The love that even my spirit cannot even see.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your idle gossips
Gossips of your scarlet lips.
Do not tell me tales
Tales of your serpentine lies
For as the serpent lies, so she dies.
May 28, 2001.
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Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Hypocrites and Prostitutes
Hypocrites and Prostitutes
You pretend to be shy
But my spirit knows you are sly.
For I saw the green snake
Crawling round about the blue lake
Whilst I was fast asleep
Sinking into the deep.
Then I heard the voice:
The voice echoed in space
Beware! Beware! Beware of her
Do not be entangled in your carnal desire
She is the daughter of the serpent
And she would rather lie than repent
Millions preach the Word
But they do not know my Lord.
Beware of the strange children
Wolves in sheep clothing among the brethren
Paying lip-service and eye-service to God
But they are the lotus-eaters of the world.
Their souls have already been sold
They are now tales to be told.
Their mothers have become their pimps
Hawking and selling their daughters to the highest bidders.
And tomorrow they will come to church
Telling lies that they love God very much.
But they are all hypocrites
And their daughters are prostitutes.
~February 2001.
N.B:
I will post more poems from my unpublished collections of poems. You can read my most recent poems in my book Scarlet Tears of London shown on the side bar. You can contact me for live performance of my poems with choreography and music.
You pretend to be shy
But my spirit knows you are sly.
For I saw the green snake
Crawling round about the blue lake
Whilst I was fast asleep
Sinking into the deep.
Then I heard the voice:
The voice echoed in space
Beware! Beware! Beware of her
Do not be entangled in your carnal desire
She is the daughter of the serpent
And she would rather lie than repent
Millions preach the Word
But they do not know my Lord.
Beware of the strange children
Wolves in sheep clothing among the brethren
Paying lip-service and eye-service to God
But they are the lotus-eaters of the world.
Their souls have already been sold
They are now tales to be told.
Their mothers have become their pimps
Hawking and selling their daughters to the highest bidders.
And tomorrow they will come to church
Telling lies that they love God very much.
But they are all hypocrites
And their daughters are prostitutes.
~February 2001.
N.B:
I will post more poems from my unpublished collections of poems. You can read my most recent poems in my book Scarlet Tears of London shown on the side bar. You can contact me for live performance of my poems with choreography and music.
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