Post by Altino on May 25, 2020 20:51:24 GMT -5
Bodhi of Poetry
Nation: Nova Vandalia
Known as: "Nova"
Completed: May 9, 2020
BODHI:
Simply to write us a poem.
RESULT:
A Prayer to the Patron Saint of Me
This is to the Patron Saint of You
You who left me when I was all shudder and shame
You may not known this because it’s been a while
But baby since then I’ve found a better way to bleed
Now This prayer starts out with self flagellation in the vain,
of pouring out hemoglobin and graphite on to long dead trees.
Does it hurt? Hell yeah. But I choose when and how.
No,I no longer need to seek your intercession into my forgiveness.
Because forgiveness is what I’m dripping out onto the paper.
I don’t need you!
You who set me on fire so many times I could be called Abednego.
I found out that this cadaver you burnt to a crisp,
doesn ’t need an autopsy,No y heart’s still ticking
so It’s time for a vivisection, let me open up.
I am forgiven!
I am forgiven for loving you, above myself.
As though I thought of you as some sort of self imposed sin
An original, an apple, the only girl in the garden.
But as it turns out you were just a snake in human clothing built to scale
Talking to some other sinners, after You evicted me from Eden.
I am forgiven for wanting to look back,
wondering what kind of pillar I’d become
Examining the Lot you gave me, a little salty about it all.
But Sweetheart I am now done looking back.
They can take the Angels
No. It’s time to make my own world
with people not built in your image.
This second go around, when light get separated from dark
It’s gonna stick, no gradient, no shade.
This time I will forgive myself.
I’m going to start out with no seperents
I’ll be dousing the flaming sword,
because people will have no need to be so cutting and inflammatory
Yeah I might still bleed in this aftermath of revelations.
But it’s not gonna be because you told me to.
It’s going to be better, and hurt less
Who knew that Heaven was letting go.
But this isn’t some kind of Imprecatory Psalm
So to the Patron Saint of Me
I ask your intercession in forgiving not myself.
I’m Peter, and Paul, an apostle there.
But those who took the silver, and made me ask myself
Why have I forsaken me.
Amen
Congratulations, Nova! See Path and Bodhi archives here.
Nation: Nova Vandalia
Known as: "Nova"
Completed: May 9, 2020
BODHI:
Simply to write us a poem.
RESULT:
A Prayer to the Patron Saint of Me
This is to the Patron Saint of You
You who left me when I was all shudder and shame
You may not known this because it’s been a while
But baby since then I’ve found a better way to bleed
Now This prayer starts out with self flagellation in the vain,
of pouring out hemoglobin and graphite on to long dead trees.
Does it hurt? Hell yeah. But I choose when and how.
No,I no longer need to seek your intercession into my forgiveness.
Because forgiveness is what I’m dripping out onto the paper.
I don’t need you!
You who set me on fire so many times I could be called Abednego.
I found out that this cadaver you burnt to a crisp,
doesn ’t need an autopsy,No y heart’s still ticking
so It’s time for a vivisection, let me open up.
I am forgiven!
I am forgiven for loving you, above myself.
As though I thought of you as some sort of self imposed sin
An original, an apple, the only girl in the garden.
But as it turns out you were just a snake in human clothing built to scale
Talking to some other sinners, after You evicted me from Eden.
I am forgiven for wanting to look back,
wondering what kind of pillar I’d become
Examining the Lot you gave me, a little salty about it all.
But Sweetheart I am now done looking back.
They can take the Angels
No. It’s time to make my own world
with people not built in your image.
This second go around, when light get separated from dark
It’s gonna stick, no gradient, no shade.
This time I will forgive myself.
I’m going to start out with no seperents
I’ll be dousing the flaming sword,
because people will have no need to be so cutting and inflammatory
Yeah I might still bleed in this aftermath of revelations.
But it’s not gonna be because you told me to.
It’s going to be better, and hurt less
Who knew that Heaven was letting go.
But this isn’t some kind of Imprecatory Psalm
So to the Patron Saint of Me
I ask your intercession in forgiving not myself.
I’m Peter, and Paul, an apostle there.
But those who took the silver, and made me ask myself
Why have I forsaken me.
Amen
Congratulations, Nova! See Path and Bodhi archives here.