Posts Tagged ‘faith’

I just want to screw different

Thoughts into your holy brain

Am I unfaithful to God?



I am a godly bastard

I love you six days a week

Sunday is my rest day

An Inspired Manifesto

Posted: July 2, 2014 in Poetry
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Today, I had a new piece published as part of The Camel Saloon’s special Vortice Issue. To view it click here.

Below, is  a brief excerpt from the piece “An Inspired Manifesto”:

Ruling is a clock-less job. It is not for those who require a day of rest. Ruling from afar is absurd.  It is like standing on the Moon from Earth. Not every rule is fastened to the future. Many rules are only a hiccup to history. Some rules require raised hands.
A cloudless ruler reigns both skyward and downward. The cloudy ruler reigns both somewhere and nowhere. The enlightened ruler never awaits a second chance. Only the shady ruler thinks coming is always better than going. A broken crown can be reforged, but it cannot be resurrected.


Posted: June 30, 2014 in Poetry
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I found myself
When I lost you

I could only float
Through so many
Dreams and lies

Before I forgot
How to swim and

1 Of 7

Posted: June 18, 2014 in Poetry
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Lust is a rough want
We need it like a dead love

Maybe you were there
With your realer body
Your weightless
Yet weighty body
Your body of bodies

The body of your soul
In which rests
The lips of your lips
The hands of your hands
The heart of your heart

Maybe you were there
In mind
In spirit
In want

I think you were there
Even if you weren’t there
For the soul, the mind, love
Can never be confined by the coffin of time
When there is only an imaginary distance between two hearts

Fruitless Forms

Posted: May 17, 2014 in Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

My lips,
opening and closing,
free themselves
from fruitless forms

They were once
beautiful in non-power,
unable to consume,
to free,
to ruin,
but that was in the now extinct garden,
before before,
before me,
before you

Silence consumes,
tells us to
make room
for the next
dull moment

My right mind
looks for the intelligent moments,
where nothing is chained
or burning,
but my un-right mind
treats time like food,
eats it up until it is
nothing but waste.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)