Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Murph
(is not me. He sees himself
as warring 'gainst hypocrisy. If you
invoke "Christian" he'll say
Oh yeah!--Folks who stuck
Jews in ovens?
You've been warned!"
...
-Yoh Murph! Church here
plans all-day Ukraine
Protest! Anything nasty to say
about that?
-Just mild surprise that they're
replacing biblical palaver featuring
basic or advanced lying with the
much-less-employed Action Faith!
-Be careful! You might have something
positive in there!
-Doubt it sincerely!
-Just remember that Scripture
will move even you!
As Faith moves mountains!
-Scripture can be tremendous stuff!
The Devil quotes it extensively.
-Ouch!
-In fact he relies on a veritable
ENCYCLOPEDIA.
-Labeled?
-Christian Hypocrisy!
-You're just angry is all. We professing Faith
are hardly perfect!
-But go on mouthing, as
long as there's a buck in it!
-Oh well, Auden says that we must love
our crooked neighbor
with our crooked heart!
-I'm waiting for so-called Christians
to acknowledge how bloody crooked theirs is!
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Labels: Christian, faith, Faith and lies, hypocrisy, lies, protest, Protestant, religion, Ukrainian
Monday, April 04, 2022
GP
During THE GREAT PASSIVITY,
Christians and other frauds
cool it on mercy and much
else. Anyway, Coiffed Screechers via
Sinclair stopped hating with scripture
to call out WHORES! Who
apparently lurk everywhere!
So much sin, so little Time!
In short, complaisant modes
so got kicked unto the curb as
to dwell religiously with dogshit.
One live group haunts Target yet,
screaming-out Asian women
wearing masks!
The most vocal of these saints
espousing ACTIVE FAITH--
and FIRM!
(Name actually Karen) left, y’All:
due in Melbourne to knee
a beggar in the balls
with other Taurus, thus
taking turns.
Labels: Active Faith, Asian, astrology, Christianity, Conservative, contradiction, faith, Great Passivity, hypocrisy, preaching, Sinclair, Taurus, women
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Heinous
“Surrender!”
Labels: behavior, criminal, faith, guilt, heinous, lying, religion
Saturday, July 28, 2018
In Perfect Service
Caddies witnessed the beating, black
Labels: faith, Modern Slavery, Right, service, Slave Mentality, Slavery
Monday, July 23, 2018
SSF
Labels: evil, faith, infection, Left, lying, pragmatism, religion, Right Wing
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Brace
I loved Ada because she wasn’t crazy
That steady state changed, though,
under the influence of her girlfriends.
NPT-Feminists.
No Prisoners Taken.
Soon our relationship became a debate.
And I responsible for the sins of my
boorish brothers.
Well, a relationship is tough enough
without one party discovering
The True Faith.
Coincidentally, Faith has entered
upon Ada’s Exit.
Her name.
She’s hilarious!
Labels: faith, feminism, men, personal relations, radical, relationship, women
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Self etc Help
-Everybody's hot after these
Models of Behavior now.
-All over the net!
-How would you describe mine?
-Running in front of a tsunami and in
danger of tripping.
-That totally precarious? What can I do?
-Nothing.
-I could pray!
-As I said, nothing!
-God could grant me a few milliseconds a day!
Lay out my case.
-Not entirely impossible, I suppose.
-BREATH returns to me now!
-Oh ye of...Great Faith!
-Best I can do!
-Who knows?
Labels: behaviior, faith, friends, God, Prayer, psychology, self-help, tsunami
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Spiritual Advisor
Her own Holy Person told her to
forget, pray
as to what to remember of
the present.
She tried to wipe the slate
clean, then choose
what to write down there.
Carl agitated
as always
the plan, specifically the
things he said
breaking up.
But now, when she closed her eyes, he
ghosted out
and could be
any man.
Success!
The slate very nearly pure,
she mused as
to what of the present to
chalk down there.
Re-enter Carl, begging
forgiveness.
-Uh uh! You can’t play me like a piano.
-Ah the magnificent chords yet to be struck!
-People come to me for advice. They can’t
get that from a mess!
-Where better to get it?
Plan A, they’ll
work it out.
Plan
B, they won’t.
Plan C, what sayeth Ho-
ly Person?
echoing.
Labels: carnal, faith, forgiveness, guru, holy person, prophet, relationship, religion, spiritual
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Presence
Just before Delilah repaired to her little alcove for
The Late Show, she inexplicably opened up about
her former mother-in-law.
The astringencies delivered to a young bride from
a polite mask!
Clint said he'd pray about it.
“You can't have Faith for another person!”
Turning his back, he sunk to his knees, bedside:
"Called Love."
The next month they decided to sell off the retail
operations, concentrate on mail order and net.
Lorna worked in the original farm store, mid the
framed photo of son Hap, Delilah’s first husband,
lounging on the catsup Harley he killed himself with.
The new owners loved her sweet way with customers.
Named her The Tradition.
Labels: bride, business, faith, farm, farm store, Harley, mail order, mother-in-law, net, Prayer, rural, second marriage, tradition, widow
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
2035, Divine Year
-However celestial the goal, it still
required some old-fashioned politics.
I won't bore Your Magnificence with
the grimy details.
And, of course, this is for you, and...
doesn't include the wife?
-Her? A God? I can see that you couldn't
stretch things THAT far. It's fine. She'll be
satisfied if it's just me.
-Okay, the Senate and House will be
called together in a week, compulsory!
And you be declared a God!
-I'm humbled.
-We have yet to work out holidays in your
honor and where the temple is to be built.
-I'd like a small one on The Mall, but a
much larger one back home. I'll live in
the later and receive sinners. In the
former, folks can go to my image and
pray to me for The Nation!
-Finished! Or as good AS! My only worry is that
it sets a precedent.
-One and done! I'd say.
-Well, the Democrats could come back in, and
eventually want to declare one of theirs a...
-The very idea is absurd on its face!
Labels: declaring a God, Democrat, divinity, faith, Faith and Politics, God, politics, Republican
Saturday, October 04, 2014
Important to modern parables
that “Doctors amazed!”
Thus, flaming assholes
cured in faithful
Ozarks. Not so
much in lurching
cities where sin
greases to each
unchurched.
(Unconned?)
And wit is all
they have
to go on.
Labels: cure, faith, religion, rural, unchurched, urban
Saturday, July 12, 2014
“The essential can be detrimental.”
-Oh boy, number 67 of Hobart Grimshaw’s
Bromides. Listen and learn to live!
-I don’t deny that I’ve culled proverbs etc
from books, from friends, the Net, Bible.
-Horseradish. Mostly.
-Guides life! What do you do?
-Just a good heart, that’s all. What’s that part
of Bible? Don’t worry about what to say, I’ll
help you when the time comes!
-I like your simple rephrasing, Lil. The hens in the
barnyard would stop pecking to listen.
-Uh huh? Well they wouldn’t listen to your
Jiffy Guide to Silly-ass Living.
-O ye of little faith!
-I’m still getting it, staying on the wavelength!
-Yeah. Sure.
-Hey if the speaker for United Nations suddenly died and they tabbed you to go on, you’d be a chattering wreck!
-And you’d stride in bold as brass.
-Bet your ass! I’d just open my mouth.
-And knock the international scene back fifty years!
-Thrust it forward through real faith, not ticky-tacky.
-Well, harmless as these daydreams are, Dear, I gotta go back to what they pay me for. Anyway, enjoy your belfry!
-I will.
Labels: Bible, bromides, faith, proverbs, saw, sayings
Friday, May 02, 2014
Faith and Congress
Tap-Dancing in the House
-You came here an indifferent Christian.
-Comic-book version of Bible in my office.
-Then the Evangelicals steamrolled the party in your state.
-And The White Flame of Faith has shot from my ass ever since!
-How could you do it so fast? Metamorphose like that?
-Called Method Acting. Brando taught me. And Cockroaches.
-Uh huh? And what if by some Kafka-esque miracle, the whole
shebang turned atheist?
-Need you ask? God wouldn't bless our work, but who gives a shit?
-That last phrase encapsulates your service.
-Something has to.
Labels: atheist, Bible, Brando, cockroach, Congress, Evangelicals, faith, hypocrisy, Kafka, Metamorphosis
Sunday, April 28, 2013
is Church. The exquisite
moment when all move
together in the Word.
Rare, though, of course--give
you that. On lighter notes,
fragrant casseroles
etc awaited at supper
or picnics with fellow
ravenous parishioners.
Other manifestations
of a different sort
must, too, be cited.
A pastor levered in
politically, who ruled
as second in command
to an acrid and snappish
God. Another whose
youth aesthetic went
to his hands.
Others solid in the Faith
and some saints, even.
Still others rooted
in the Earth.
In short, Life!--being what
the purely spiritual miss,
dwelling in drafty marble halls,
attending ambiguous winds.
Labels: Church, faith, hypocrisy, religion, spiritual
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
in foreign TV drama:
the promises at funerals
more jazzily elaborate.
For what that’s worth.
But did the New World err
in flattening Heaven
to speed up Earth?
Labels: Earth, faith, foreign TV, funeral, heaven, New World, religion
Saturday, March 23, 2013
-We're in forgiveness mode, having left Jeff
and Claire's party with others.
-Who first? The second actor always seeks revenge.
-Sort of simultaneous.
-Was it worth it?
-I can't speak for him. Well, neither can he, really.
My guy was cute but from an Arkansas or somewhere,
and driveled cornpone shit when we were...
-A talker?
-And not a good one!
-How about the rest of it?
-Same.
-But I've heard passion in cheap motels! So it exists!
-They're playing a recording.
-My ex and I got it going pretty good. After watching porn.
-Mine was Christian.
-How flat was that?
-He still is.
-I'm told it's good to have some sort of faith.
Anchor, you know, in all the crap?
-He had the anchor down.
Labels: betrayal, Christian, faith, faithfulness, relationships, religion, sex
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Labels: Black Swan, doctor, faith, Fate, Health, herbs, luck, meds, potion
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Labels: Connecticut, faith, guns, intellect, mass murder, morality, murdered children, Newtown
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Tale of etc
The woman who didn't know
what time it was, and cared
precisely, consulted instruments
of the horological sort, but
they couldn't agree. Obsession
couldn't buy truth as she saw it.
Physicians summoned, one by
one. Finally came a genius who
transcended mere occupation,
bringing an atomic clock. "This
is more accurate than God,"
announced he. "What final good
is it to split hairs?" cried she,
"And then split the split
and so on." Old priest then
enters the learned melee.
"You can't be pleased by man
nor exactitude!" he thunders.
She answers that it’s no use
thundering when there's tea.
"The others are so cold,” she
informs, dealing
a Lorna Doone.
Labels: clock, faith, precision, science, time
Sunday, January 29, 2012
-Be out with another couple and they’d say they wanna make the service at such and such. And we'd quietly seethe.
-How come?
-The shame from our parents forcing us!
-What changed?
-Gradual. Next time out with them, we mildly ridiculed.
After that, benign tolerance. Then...asked a few questions.
And, finally, went along with them.
-And now?
-Still going along.
-Look out the window. That's twilight.
-No hurry.
-Hardly Defenders of the Faith!
-They also serve...
-Time has of way of running out.
-We've got light-years.
