So the chained titan rests his cavernous mouth agape, having spoken only a name, inherited by those clever apes whose infant minds enjoy the tests of heaven and of God. Pride, the curse of his design is all that is left of his name. The granduer of his body withered yet somehow remains for insects [...]
Posts Tagged ‘God’
Be Devil
Posted in Poetry, tagged Devil, Evil, God, Good?, Heaven, man on March 25, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Tree of Knowledge
Posted in Dialogue, Didactic, Poetry, tagged Alone, Faith, God, kiss, Kisses, Kissing, man, monks, Voices, wisdom, Woman, Worship on October 30, 2009 | 8 Comments »
They bow and touch lips to stone. Salty soup leaking steam like smoke from an altar in the gold star driven nights over the glowing flames of an old Russian Monastery. Backs bent from endless work like plants toward life giving light. A cold wind blows to prepare the soup for the tongue. Rippled monks [...]
Let It Be Now, Let It Be Now (For The Saint)
Posted in Poetry, tagged Feed, food, freedom, Gluttony, God, human, Living, questioning, Sin, stealing, Thanksgiving, Wickedness on September 6, 2009 | 7 Comments »
I stole something which I had plenty and of much better quality. Wickedness filled me. I remember its feeling being full like a thanksgiving feast of pear stuff birds we made dance by alternating their thigh bones left and right. I nevertheless felt forced to imagine something physical occupying space perhaps even growing like aunt [...]
Of What Man Is
Posted in Eulogy, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged death, God, self-eulogy on July 8, 2009 | 13 Comments »
My God, I am dying and with me goes my God. My God, can ashes catch an image other than of death – Of death, of what we have come from and to what we will return. My God, can I be with you without being you and what of those I leave behind. I [...]
A Fish Would Not Feel Wet
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged flight underwater, God, goldfish, Poets are horrible pet owners on September 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
No footprints, no roads, and no straight lines. A clear glass world – no windows no doors. What metaphor could reach a goldfish what story about travel could pull his soul. Does he feel the devil in his watery world as he plays their passions like a lute or do they just swim in circles [...]
Karmen Zuttra
Posted in Poetry, tagged Beauty, body, Divinity, duty, Faith, God, kiss, nudity, Poetry, Sex, tantric, theology, Woman on November 8, 2007 | 1 Comment »
A kiss that turns away Tantric prayer As if it were an eclipsing moon. The shadows in her eyes stay Broken by her auburn hair, a big bang theory’s boon To remove the God So visible in her every turn Or her stare. A heart to prove sexual theology the mind to learn how a [...]
