Amass

A collection of poems about my loves and thoughts and other things.

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#1. Great Day of His Wrath

A silence that echoes horror
Of sinners long due to be forgiven
Rejected and foretold of
A sight of the Earth being stricken
With a hunger that would plague and sicken

The frightened children of saints
Will no longer feel the ground beneath their feet
For if the Lord dared to inflict on them
A horrible and fiery feat
Of falling fire on their homes
He would not have been theirs to admire and keep
Close to a heart written and engraved in gold

Lo, mothers who birthed pure and playful innocence
Would no longer suffer to their master’s beatings
For those men had forced them out of their clothes
Never promising something good for them and their children
Leaving them ashamed and almost certainly bedridden
Falling ill to the disease of being blamed and forbidden
To remember that the Lord had promised a great day of His wrath
To the sinners who had kept them from seeing themselves forgiven

The sky shall weep tears of blood
And many of those sick ones shall fall
The earth shall shake vigorously
And no longer grant them sights
The blind longed to see
No longer shall the Earth grant them songs
Only the mute and deaf wished to hear and sing

The Son had granted them a chance
He hurt as he was crucified for them
He wept and cried, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”
And yet the sinners laughed
Until the curtains tore
Until the earth itself shook in disapproval
At the sinners who had not thought twice about the Son’s sayings.

Let them suffer, my kin,
They have done nothing but harm
Let them scream, my kindred
For the Lord had warned them and they spat at his right arm
“Who are you to talk of such nonsense?”
They had said to our God
Soon they shall be torn apart
And their corpses thrown into the pits of eternal darkness

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#2. The Colour of My Sins

What colour are my sins
To my God?
Are they miniscule,
State of the art idiocy
Baffling to someone held so high by society

Do they burn the skin
Of those I’ve hurt
Curdling, corrosive
Unobstructed breeches of my humanity
Do they make souls bleed
Just as much as my own?

Teach me to love You
I want to love You
I want to shed the skin of my unbelieving heart
How do I fall into Your blind faith
What colour is that to You?

I want to be accepting
I want to be loving
To grant the hearts of those suffering
Weeping
Lost

I want to be like You
But I struggle
I falter
I am human
What colour is that to You?

Or were they all lies
Are You merely hungry for power through worship
For desperation due to pain
You don't even make sense to the world
No one understands what You really want
What the Son wanted
Is he You?
Is that sin red?

But I know You still love me
You tell me You love me
But it’s so hard to love uncertainty
Even if I loved change

So forgive me for my blasphemy
Tally the numbers
Colour-code them
But teach me to love You
So that You become the only colour I see.

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#3. The Moon Is Beautiful, Isn’t It?

Lamp light turned low
In favour of the moon
Soft shadows cast upon
Blankets and sheets of white linen.
A draft let in from a crack in the window
Illuminating the celestial beauty
That is you.
If I could no longer listen to
The lullaby that emanates from your tender breathing
Or if I could no longer gaze
Into the dreamy haze of thin clouds
That veil moonlight rays
If I turn to my side
And my sky is left empty
Dark ink pooling and whirling,
Matte and missing any kind of gloss
Whose hair of moon dust and cosmic iridescence
Would I run my sleep-drunk fingers through?
I’d wish then and there
That morning would dwell further away.
That my drawn-out gazes could linger for a longer twilight.

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#4. Sun-chaser

The sun was always chasing you
It caught slivers of your hair during sunrises
It scattered into the deep brown hues of your eyes
It hid itself in your smile of
Crooked teeth
And cracked lips
Then it hid again when you
Spoke sharp words from your tongue

Its warmth remained in the
Folds of your hands,
The sweet melodies you spoke to me.
I was foolish
As were you
Held back by differences.

I stand now with a wandering mind
Shivering in the cold of morning assembly
I see you sometimes
The sun no longer fills up your shadow
Instead it brushes just overhead
And kisses the sky instead of you.

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#5. Luna

My love, my heart
I see your smile
in faded yellow
by deep dark blue.

You change your colours
Like contact lenses
From orange
to yellow
To the red of which my heart bleeds
To the darkness I see in my sleep.

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#6. Care

I keep your kindness tethered to my heart like a birthday card.
I was not born in October.
Nor spring.
But your words of heavy weight and light laughter
Grow little flowers in the crevice between my rib and sternum.

I use your actions like a knife against your skin.
Your misdeeds become a commentary.
Your awkward avoidant demeanor is my source of rage.
Be serious.
I wish could love you
But that’s a losing battle.

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I hope these dont get stolen. They are special to me.

-dilemmaaaa