#96 The Faults of the Bride

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Your dress

is a landscape of ivory white

resewn, fallen

in between 

dirty cliffs

 filthy rags

that not even 

the strongest whitening agent could clean.

False righteousness revealed;

in the decorated bodice

easily disintegrating

just like a museum’s

aged parchment

words

that flow from your

undeserving tongue

have long left 

the searching jaded

its luster decaying 

behind dying hues

proven

unfaithful

by the poisoned views

of its body...

far away from the rugged cross

hypocritically evolved

.Self-superiority.

becoming lost

to the message it ought

to live...

no longer a part

of who waits

at the altars edge

compelled to fulfill

a covenant

based on a love

that you distorted

marginalizing many

who turn away...

for if you represent 

a light that is set on a hill

they’d prefer to embrace the

dark valleys

and furthermore

dwell there still.

Since 

the misrepresentation 

of its main story

stands thickened

just like your veil haughtily filled

with complex additions

of your finite claims

that mocks the altar on 

which your life should have been laid

and the price

your groom handsomely paid

to buy among many gifts, 

a priceless

gown 

.Spotless.

.Renewed.

Bordered with lace

diamonds and rubies

that you foolishly 

decided not to use.

You robed the older model

that had once made you suffer,

embellished all its bad areas

not realizing that new cloth

just made its rent wider

just like the road where 

you now tread

decorated with the

petals of your bouquet

slowly changing

understandably fading

yet

you stand there confused

shocked at their wilting.

The psaltery and harp

that guided your entry

have stopped suddenly 

mid-chorus

Empty pews

Force you to shift focus

to who waits on at the end of the aisle

Meaningful gaze

sorely disappointed,

turning away

leaves you dressed

in the sum of your inventions

disgraced by the bride

He no longer recognizes.

#Selah Saturdays

My Inspiration:  Holy Week & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

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#49 Senseless

courtesy Roman W.

Closed eyes

and closed mouths

have we also closed thoughts?

To the repercussions of our propagated hate

that forms a cycle that never breaks

these hard, calculating stone shells of ours

except the one that holds

the deepest parts of

hell that sets aflame

our bodies

and everyone that holds

our hands

around this earth,

even if we never desired

them to be held...

We are this world

and though we isolate

ourselves more

than the oceans and

seas separating our regions

and continents,

when we burn

we also burn the ones

we refuse to acknowledge

as our sisters and brothers.

Deaf ears,

selectively trained to hear

only the themes

that we've self-explained

among the small circle

of our decaying brains

that can only understand

as far as the skulls

in which they are contained,

and thus

oblivious to the strain

of what everyone

plucking the eyes

out each other's faces

has left us to manage...

This solemn refrain

that has no melody

but just annotations

of unheard screams

and erratic timing

that dances on

skin numb from

agonizing terror

that falls

down like the

stacked dominoes

we really are...

Human beings killing

the earth, themselves

and each other.

Blind leading the blind.

Love cast asunder,

leaving us all

senseless

on a planet

where hate

is determined to prosper.

 #selahsaturdays

My Inspiration: Humanity's Continued Downward Spiral

                                            

 

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