Temple of Words

Some eyes, though, were red from mournful cry For he was the man that healed their scourging souls Some women poured their painful stream of tears For the man that healed their worn-out hearts From the mouth of mighty men From the open holes of cemented teeth of swayed little ones From the heightened wicked actions of men Came words that tore apart that which was soon to mend it all. This he did on his way to Golgotha Legs banging and bashing upon dusty grounds Shaking the earth for the crowd was large. And upon the shouts of cursing men Drenching spittle from sorrowful tongues Still to give up was not a choice While he moved in pain to Golgotha

Birthday Update from Temple Of Words When I laughed and jumped around with my head Landing on the ground men trample on Some said I was crazy That my senses are now lazy They said why the laughter! They said why the joy!

To the wielder of chalk Who approximate to zero When dissected love, pleasure gushes Occupy the oath of thought to be taught To the chameleon living on the Mountain; changed into the colour Of the rock, whose skin shakes off circumstances To you I bow But now, know that to bow is no way to bow To those who purge out our happiness; Replaced with carved signs of pain Sprinkled ashes of sadness and melancholy Tortured blood tinted into hydra- heart attacks Deliberate cultivators who steal