Surrational Poems for Subversive Saints and Holy Whores

"compass"

Blinded
blanded
by the dressed,
i zag towards naked clinging

honesty amens ruthless prayers
commends unsteepled friendship
and shakes a few nations

yank me into my dangerous nest-home
where Dove tails
flags burn
and Kingdom falls

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"Temple Tantrum" building no shibboleths refusing to recite betraying dignity-religion, Paradox only lives to buy your dreams to honor royal bloodline compelled he is to gift his dad Focused fury runs to imago -remnant you failed entrance exam language high enough not Funds insufficient come in, you 've passed high fashion illegal in palace dress code redressed holocausted eye-apples den-robbed walls apart hide a partheid Scratch outfoxed Center my set Gracing indiscriminate overturning priority-pews Lavish anger, ruthless love Insistent persistent consistent resistant for all nations a home-house Architected To incite romance (for commentary and context) ---- stolen stolen by Your song seduced by Your scroll stealthed by Your love skyjacked into control until my yes was yes and the cords were cut i know the cross has crossed me spared me; snared me, but... now i lust to live inside that surrender-dome till the Dovetail marks my steps and the temple smells like home and i catch Your dreams catch Your design dive unafraid and take terrain and time Blood it to me, Jesus Wrestle me into limp and line Betray my betrayal Till i eat only from the vine resting in restlessness pilgrimmed into place flooded by templed fire amazed by illegal grace i must stay stolen

---------------------- all i want waiting hating it baiting it waiting to be unchained unframed changed rearranged unbound unfound by anyone but Messiah Man dying to be crying to be not trying to be consistently insistently persistently in the place where He is all all i want is to walk on water to break bread for thousands to touch the hem and hand it to the world all i need to get there safe but not sound is holy impatience persisteverance focused fury to pray with gentle violence, "Thy Kingdom come on earth on Fulton Mall on time on me in Africa in hell in droves in me. Gethsemane me, Jesus Moriah me, Messiah till i bleed and breathe nothing but You" i won't wait anymore it is finished i walk on water i heal the sick i do works of Jesus or i die -------------------- 53 pain, and chin shouldered down delighted and stricken like a Book, open, bled crushed torn flesh, torn sky, torn veil Abba absence, Abba close forsaken by jailor justice-lightning; mercy-cloud romantic sacrifice as Prince thirsts holiness tree streched out black to make holy a clown naked healing shame aslan roars wind pours swims to farthest seas no east no west drowns sin as i fall down and live