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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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The Cult |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
He looked like those statues of Jesus that hang in Catholic churches, but he ranted first like a politician, then like an old time preacher, frothing at the mouth. And, as I stood beneath his stage, I felt first fascination, then finally the cold fingers of fear. His eyes were those of a madman, and they burned liked an unchecked inferno. He promised a life of unending bliss, no worries or consuming passions, no pain, or anger - just peace, love, and harmony. But these things weren’t in his eyes, or his voice, or the clenched fists by his sides. He led them into the painted desert, like lambs to the proverbial slaughter. And as he grasped their hearts in the fists he’d once clenched, they knew nothing of peace and love. But, they felt fear and anguish at the ties they’d broken, at what they’d cast off and casually left behind them. What ever became of the sons and daughters, friends and lovers, who, on the threshold of adulthood, disappeared in the desert? Some were just searching for answers... others were lost, too easily led, they put their faith in his hands, his clenched fists...and he squeezed from them what he needed to feed his hunger. |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
Hey, That has so much sadness in it but it is quite true and it is really good. -Neala (Goddess of Sadness) |
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a-alibaster Member
since 2000-01-08
Posts 392 |
It never ceases to amaze me that ppl will follow words and illusionary promises to find what they search for never really knowing what it is that they lack to begin with... This is wonderfully written and I love the fact that some one else has similar thoughts on this subject as I do... Thank you for a good read and some mind candy for today! There is an alter ego which dwells in every soul... a-alibaster |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
He led them into the painted desert, like lambs to the proverbial slaughter. And as he grasped their hearts in the fists he’d once clenched, they knew nothing of peace and love. But, they felt fear and anguish at the ties they’d broken, at what they’d cast off and casually left behind them. the world is open wide and there are so many questions that no one seems to be able answer. SOmethings people will cling to things just to belong, somethings they becomed trapped. Words are powerful promises can buy people. powerful poem, wonderful. well said. gave me food for thought. ------------------------ "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness.I've loved the freedom of being inside Need a new start and a different time Something grows in the space between me And it's twisting and changing this fragile body" -Nicky Wire |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Cults are indeed dangerous and scary things in the hands of those twisted type of leaders. I too fell they suck in those needing something (be it somewhere to belong, something to believe, fresh start) or worse those easily led. Great work  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes very powerful, and yes people will fallow anyone with a strong will, wanting what is promised, streets of gold. When that gold is here. Thank you for your insight. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Very good! I like the way it seems to close in on the real truth about this man, as opposed to his outward appearance. Although I am religious, I still have seen and felt the same sort of thing, while watching some preachers. |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Jana, Some may call what you have written about, discenment, a gift from God. You put the task of a preacher, called of God, in proper perspective and their shortcomings should be recognized, if they fail their calling putting self first instead of God. amen. "they put their faith in his hands," Not the hand of God, this is so sad, but true. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this is a good piece. A very truthful, honest piece and I agree wholeheartedly with what you wrote of! However, I'd love to see a poem about a REAL man of God, a preacher who sacrifices, sometimes losing his voice, and blood sweat and tears to offer a sermon of hope, and eternal life and who would rather save a soul than fill the till. I'd love to read a poem about a heart for God, a man who follows God for souls and not monetary gain. I know someone who was in a cult, it was nearly fatal, and they were led out by not clenched fists but the fingertips of a man who simply turned the Word of God for them to read themselves and in that, they found the real truth. great job of brining this to our attention. Kathleen indy31_99@yahoo.com |
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Necro Draconis Member
since 2000-05-19
Posts 115 |
Great poem, and very true. Many people will do anything when promised peace, love, and happiness. But what they don't realize is that the only person who can promise you those things is yourself  By Necro Draconis Let nature guide your soul. |
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