Thursday, September 17, 2015

Buy one, get one




I am a conscientious objector to Jesus toasters,
of burning the Savior
                                  face in bread like the backside
                                  of cattle
                                              branded
                                              to express
                                              ownership

& communion marketing 
that forgets its a gathering to remember,
this is for the many
                             not the elect
                             the strips of flesh flayed from the back
                             of Christ are not woven
                             into a whip,
                                               which when deftly swung
                                                will beat the sin out
                                                of anyone ---
                                                                     someone ---
                                                           ourselves---

I can never live up to what you expect,
the picture you have placed over the mantle of your heart
& look up to,
                   I look up to

I will fail

walk through the garden alone,
fall & feel every thorn on the way
down.

The gravity of this. The thorn in the flesh.
The ink stain on the wedding dress.

I don't trust anyone
who says they are not a mess, whose faith was not tested
today. Since lunch. In the last hour.

I don't want to look hip,
be accepted at a Starbucks church,
overpriced, overcooked, over -
easy & runny

I don't want a 1000 flavor shots of syrup
I have to pay extra for to stomach the taste
nor need another espresso shot
just to feel the spirit.

I am sick of entitlement

& want to nail poems to doors like theses
that say:

YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ART THAT ISN"T
STAYING WITHIN THE LINES OF MASS PRODUCED
COLOR PAGES

We
spend too much time boycotting clinics with pictures
of fetuses, while aborting God's children
that will never bless a pew
with its presence

When my time comes,
I want to be so busted up they need boxes
to pick up the pieces & them still not being
able to find most

A shattering,
leaving slivers people step on,
not in, like bullshit, which may be warm in the moment,
but follows you around where ever you go.

I am not going any where, yet,
but you won't find me in places I need to pledge
allegiance -- where community is only a name
we call ourselves, that makes us feel good about how we treat
each other
                   We don't sell ourselves
                    nearly well enough.




27 comments:

  1. Yow! What a really great piece of writing. I loved it. It calls to me over and over with each line, each thought. It is time we got down to the nitty-gritty and called a spade what it is. Hypocrisy abounds and is sometimes so well disguised. Thing to remember is that we can aspire to being what God wants, but fail time after time. But we mustn't fail for want of trying. I think you've outdone yourself with this fantastic write, x.

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  2. You know, I made the mistake of watching 10 minutes of the GOP debate last night...and then I couldn't sleep.

    I'm with you.

    The rest of us need to sell ourselves, our beliefs, as well as the judgmental do. It's time to stop being bullied.

    This piece is really powerful on a whole range of levels. It would be a great one to see you read.

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  3. Absolutely outstanding!
    Oh I so enjoyed reading this, "X"...so much honesty in there as you tell it like it is.
    No punches pulled...no hypocrisy...just truth.
    Oh WOW...sheer brilliance! :))

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  4. This is just great, so many times we are concerned about others in the wrong way. To me it's like you have missed the essence for the details, condemning others, throwing the first stone, or see the mote in brother's eye.. Maybe there are brimstone parts that are easier for hypocrites to read.

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  5. I understand and appreciate the images, though I am trying to discern the poem's message. First couple stanzas seem to imply being against the commercialism of Christianity. Not sure who the 'you' is in a middle stanza. I do get the anti-abortion message. The last three stanzas...I think I am just lost. Others seem to imply the power of the piece....so I hesitate to say I struggle with its meaning.

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  6. "but you won't find me in places I need to Pledge" ... I'll "Hallelujah" for this line; I do NOT dust.

    And I will never be too old to stop celebrating Halloween ... or calling myself: "we call ourselves, that makes us feel good about how we treat"

    Are there literally Jesus toasters?! That's kind of rad. But I also read it as meaning people who toast Jesus --- as in clanking their classes in shallow enthusiasm and support, "Yay for Jesus!" That sort of thing.

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  7. A superb rant, jumping on the hypocrisy-bitch's back wherever she pops up; giving lip service, red herring politics, billionaire's edicts all the same disgust, a spirited flying middle finger. I like your lines /I am sick of entitlement/& want to nail poems to doors like these/that say:/.

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    1. Its a little play on Martin Luther - who was strongly opposed to the buying of indulgences - absolution from your sins. Like money could clean you up. Ha.

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  8. I specially admire the opening verses because it speaks to me about hypocrisy in the Church & communion marketing ~ And I don't believe someone who says that their faith has never been tested ~ Its always being tested, whether we like it or not ~ I am little unsure of the part...When my time comes....

    How you can rant, smiles ~ I didn't watch your debate last night but my hubby was watching it out of curiosity ~ A lot of candidates making promises ha ~

    Grace

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    1. That was a hard turn at the "when my time comes..."
      I agree it needs some smoothing out - I think I lost something in the translation from when I was freestyling in the car to getting it on paper.
      I will keep working on it.

      The debates - I read through some of the after action reports. Its all a joke.

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  9. Loved the whole poem, but this line really got me thinking:

    walk through the garden alone,
    fall & feel every thorn on the way
    down.

    The gravity of this. The thorn in the flesh.
    The ink stain on the wedding dress.

    I picture man walking by himself down a slippery hill with a bunch of thorns,
    just waiting to pick at our flesh and pain.
    It's a scary feeling and the whole religious aspect of things.

    Here's a quote by Ghandi himself:


    “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”

    ― Mahatma Gandhi


    P.S Got another new poem up. It's a Disney them poem. You'll love it. Stop by my friend. :)

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  10. A very "bare bones" type of poem and I loved it all the more for that. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  11. Oh, X, this is so dang powerful.It is so easy to fall into the trap of a vending machine Jesus, to think if we put in a few quarters, salvation will fall out without the need to practice the challenges of what He taught. And yet, we are all so busted up we need that forgiveness. Can you hear my applause. Oh, and the giveaway went okay, I suppose. Last week was full of surprises that prevented me from promoting it very much.

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  12. A great and powerful piece! I think so many of us are just sick and tired....

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  13. wouldn't expect less from you X my one and only rebel with so many causes...Keep on writing it...eventually it will get through

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  14. " where community is only a name"...it's much better to stand alone than being in a corrupted, hypocrite community...love the bold pronunciation all through...

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  15. I keep coming back to that title. Toasters? Nah. Each other, I think. In other words, I think you're saying you have to be a friend to get a friend. But that's when we find true friends, I think. When we're so unworthy that they have to carry us. And vice versa. That's when people are really bonded to each other. When they take turns being worthless messes and holding each other up.

    I hate the word "community." It actually makes me feel sick. I think I've had too much of it, "up close and personal," to have any desire for it. I 100% agree with the line about trusting no one. It's really a kind of awful place to be, isn't it?

    This is pretty brilliant:
    "the strips of flesh flayed from the back
    of Christ are not woven
    into a whip,
    which when deftly swung
    will beat the sin out
    of anyone"


    ~~~

    "I can never live up to what you expect,
    the picture you have placed over the mantle of your heart
    & look up to,
    I look up to"

    Here, you're talking to "the church" about both a picture of Jesus, but also the picture they have in their heads of who a Christian should be. You're just saying that you'll never be perfect. That you'll never be able to be what they expect of you. And THAT is where the freedom of Christianity is supposed to come in. When we realize we're WAY unworthy of the gift. Every one of us is a "hot mess" (to quote a friend). You're just calling out the Pharisees and Sadducees in this poem.

    "overpriced, overcooked, over -
    easy & runny" ... Ha. Good for you. Just as it should be.

    "YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ART THAT ISN"T" ... Right on. I love that hanging "We" shortly after that, drawing out the fact that people are art, messily colored outside the lines. The scribbled out kind.

    This is brilliant: "while aborting God's children ... of feed-us-es" I will take this with me, for sure.

    That next section is what you were talking about yesterday; you must have already written this when you said that. :P You were quoting yourself!

    I LOVE the bullshit part. SO clever.

    You have actually changed my mind, I think. You're so right. I'm being a total asshole, holing up in my house avoiding people like the plague because I'm sick of getting hurt and pushed around. I need to go make some friends.

    Thank you. Excellent cause to champion.

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  16. I read something somewhere about "not going away gently, but in a blaze of flames"? This! This is how I see the end to that movie(?)

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  17. Too many toasters out there, not enough bread. I can only imagine what watching the charade of mass-money, Christianity-for-politics must be like to a believer--here you seem to express the disdain as well as the pain and make us look at what faith is really for, how it transforms, or is shy-ed away from by those who can't handle the honesty it takes..

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  18. You are right? I know I read this piece, I can only think I must have been interrupted and didn't get back, I am so sorry...I am going to read it again, and come hell or high water, I will comment...please forgive...

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  19. Things are confusing now...no straight lines, nothing easy...no longer follow a few rules, and know who we are...no nothing is easy anymore. Words misspoken, missused, lies come easy, politicians lie, and think nothing of it, who are we to believe...no safe place...no place to hide.

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  20. Bravo this is a powerful piece of work, it burns with passion and the sparks of genuine revolution! I agree with you X, your societal pieces are always spot on.

    mindlovemisery

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  21. The world ends not with a bang but with a whimper--I'm not sure! False sanctimony is certainly something there is way too much of. This would be terrific spoken. k.

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  22. This hits home for me...always the non-conformist ....this is an amazing write!...so many insightful witty and sharp phrases and images...truths...whether it is the working world, the community, church, schools or politics, the misleading and betrayal and all the dynamics of any group, no matter, there is always that segment who will not listen to logic, common sense, or even have an intelligent, open, honest, educated discussion...unwillingness to compromise...reach common ground...I second your disdain and will walk with you in the protest lines.

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  23. This hits home for me...always the non-conformist ....this is an amazing write!...so many insightful witty and sharp phrases and images...truths...whether it is the working world, the community, church, schools or politics, the misleading and betrayal and all the dynamics of any group, no matter, there is always that segment who will not listen to logic, common sense, or even have an intelligent, open, honest, educated discussion...unwillingness to compromise...reach common ground...I second your disdain and will walk with you in the protest lines.

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  24. Oh yes.. the hypocrisies of the Church.. tell all the homosexual children in the pews that they will never be good enough to share the sacrament of marriage.. until they either leave the church or commit suicide after being told less or more.. that they are not a equal member of either the church or the Kingdom of GOD as is.. time and time again from the callous heart of preachers who will follow a human rule over GOD's rule of Nature.. and yes.. go protest the abortion clinic with a 'peaceful protest'.. with quiet daggers.. and maybe 'they' can shame a women enough to commit suicide too.. maybe not now.. but later in the week...

    Yeah.. some humans are beyond cruel.. and it's not different really in ultimate harm.. in terms of human misery and suffering.. than the Isis rapist blessing GOD atop a 12 year old girl writhing in pain.. for his gift of rape... STRAIGHT FROM GOD...

    Rape happens every time in church pews..
    where children are told they are
    not good enough to be human..
    for their natural propensities
    GOD given as gifts
    to BALANCE
    NATURE
    TRUE..

    That's truly rape..

    A violent
    ACT
    that is
    always
    callous
    to the PAIN OF OTHERS..
    INCLUDING THE FRIGGING
    BALANCE OF NATURE WHOLE..

    But in some cases..
    the torture is LIFE LONG..
    IN SLOW burning
    INCREMENTS
    OF
    EMOTIONAL
    PAIN LIKE
    A TOURNIQUET
    TWISTING THE BLOOD
    OUT OF HUMAN HEART...

    But church is not going anywhere..
    the Pew Poll ironically enough
    in name suggests that
    it will become
    greater.. greater..
    with the power
    of unprotected
    F's
    AND God
    will Love it so much
    if we reduce the population
    even more with rubbers..PILLS..
    YES.. such as THAT to get the balance
    back and stop destroying this
    true gift of GOD that is home..

    Ball of CONFUSION..

    True song..
    still..:)

    But as always
    change comes within..
    and maybe one day..
    i'll get to write a poem
    like this to the pope..
    i have my foot
    in 'the
    door'
    already...

    i alWays
    have plan
    X..Y.. and
    Z..;)

    True Master Minds
    have NO LIMITATIONS
    OR EXPECTATIONS
    AND YES THEY
    FAIL BUT THEY
    KEEP PRACTICING
    UNTIL
    THEY
    JUST
    DO IT
    AND
    IT WORKS..:)

    i have been underestimated
    my entire life.. and the truth
    is for the real message
    of the
    human
    Jesus that
    walks the earth
    2K or so years ago..
    he is still underestimated
    as his whole message i
    not just about the Power
    of Love.. but the unlimited
    potential of human
    being as is
    as a child
    of
    GOD
    with or without
    books
    and
    fancy
    churches..
    like
    a Beach
    my Friend..:)

    ANYway.. very
    inspiring poem
    X.. OBVIOUSLY..;)

    GOOD JOB..;)

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