The Seven Deadly Sins
Pride
Too puffed up on worldy arrogance to change
Displays of prowess, braggadocio to mask cowardice
My mouth as a saber tooth tiger burdensome and too sharp to be useful
While all others evolved I stayed stuck in ruts, ability for humilty extinct
I wonder if this is how Lucifer felt after the fall
No where to go but up from the bottom
Or no where to go at all. Period.
and skin burning akin
to sinners sitting there silent and red hot poker faced
that the sermon never sinks in
I have been a mutant born without the gene for making apologies
So sue me and let the devil get his due
Lust
Being molested as a youth
as yet unschooled in multiplication tables
Left a hole in my libido
That no exponential stack of nude and nubile bodies could equate to
Skin and leather and latex and saliva and being in public
ignited electrons and injected snapped synaptic responses
That shouted louder
than the hunger pangs of "I Am Not Love".
(I don't live there. Never learned its language.
Too scared to even vacation there. Forget it.)
My heart has been a tourist trap - a breeding ground for instant buyer's regret
Let me drink salt water when I get thirsty. It will keep me coming back for more.
Envy, Greed
A Greek chorus of
"Why Not Mine?"
Emerald envy eyes, the go light of seeking grasses over neighbor's fences
I have been the black hole, the horizon vanishing point in priceless paintings
The urge to shatter museums down to rubble and plaster
The wannabe thief of others' happiness
Being the descendant of boat builders who left home with blades and bullets
And returned with pregnant sacks of foreign coins and pillaged memories
Q: What do you get the man who already has everything?
A: It doesn't matter, it will never be enough.
Wrath
The bloodied fist, the prayer palms of Wrath God spiraled to undisputed purpose
I have beaten victim fear unto unconsciousness
A man's body looks like an anvil when he covers his face with his hands
His legs tucked to cover ribs
Blood in your mouth smells like a blacksmiths labors
And the brimstone swirled clouds in my veins turn tornado sometimes
Sometimes I look back at the violent home movies of memories
And don't recognize the actors
Gluttony
Gluttony is lust turned internal
The serpentine circles of "move only to feed"
Be still and drown your body in an ocean of calorie opiate
I have swallowed all the could fit in my hands
Within all that my hands could have reached
And if my body burst under the weight of self loathing
If it was armored in the monolith of itself
shock absorbed until the nervous vibrations dulled into invisible amplitude
My spirit would still not be fulfilled
Sloth
If you toss a coin to see
What will win between the Laws of God
And the Laws of Gravity
the coin will fall down either way
This sick inertia, my life has been an unwritten testament
of good deeds never done
The best thing that Sloth ever gave me
was time to think
And in the accumulated haunted three AMs
I realized
There are not Seven Deadly Sins. There is only one.
It is simply named Fear
God, grant me a lion's mouth
The urge to stave off injustice with a king's instincts
To not cheapen flesh with empty acts,
to not chase my self destruction off the cliff's edge
The pit has nothing at all, I was born with everything I've ever needed
Let humility in me be the gate to becoming a whole man
And God, let the world go to hell around me if its touch corrupts
Let forgiveness be a good night sleep for the agony and the ecstacy
Let fear die a quiet death unattended
Fear, I used to know it well, but I will not miss it
Too puffed up on worldy arrogance to change
Displays of prowess, braggadocio to mask cowardice
My mouth as a saber tooth tiger burdensome and too sharp to be useful
While all others evolved I stayed stuck in ruts, ability for humilty extinct
I wonder if this is how Lucifer felt after the fall
No where to go but up from the bottom
Or no where to go at all. Period.
and skin burning akin
to sinners sitting there silent and red hot poker faced
that the sermon never sinks in
I have been a mutant born without the gene for making apologies
So sue me and let the devil get his due
Lust
Being molested as a youth
as yet unschooled in multiplication tables
Left a hole in my libido
That no exponential stack of nude and nubile bodies could equate to
Skin and leather and latex and saliva and being in public
ignited electrons and injected snapped synaptic responses
That shouted louder
than the hunger pangs of "I Am Not Love".
(I don't live there. Never learned its language.
Too scared to even vacation there. Forget it.)
My heart has been a tourist trap - a breeding ground for instant buyer's regret
Let me drink salt water when I get thirsty. It will keep me coming back for more.
Envy, Greed
A Greek chorus of
"Why Not Mine?"
Emerald envy eyes, the go light of seeking grasses over neighbor's fences
I have been the black hole, the horizon vanishing point in priceless paintings
The urge to shatter museums down to rubble and plaster
The wannabe thief of others' happiness
Being the descendant of boat builders who left home with blades and bullets
And returned with pregnant sacks of foreign coins and pillaged memories
Q: What do you get the man who already has everything?
A: It doesn't matter, it will never be enough.
Wrath
The bloodied fist, the prayer palms of Wrath God spiraled to undisputed purpose
I have beaten victim fear unto unconsciousness
A man's body looks like an anvil when he covers his face with his hands
His legs tucked to cover ribs
Blood in your mouth smells like a blacksmiths labors
And the brimstone swirled clouds in my veins turn tornado sometimes
Sometimes I look back at the violent home movies of memories
And don't recognize the actors
Gluttony
Gluttony is lust turned internal
The serpentine circles of "move only to feed"
Be still and drown your body in an ocean of calorie opiate
I have swallowed all the could fit in my hands
Within all that my hands could have reached
And if my body burst under the weight of self loathing
If it was armored in the monolith of itself
shock absorbed until the nervous vibrations dulled into invisible amplitude
My spirit would still not be fulfilled
Sloth
If you toss a coin to see
What will win between the Laws of God
And the Laws of Gravity
the coin will fall down either way
This sick inertia, my life has been an unwritten testament
of good deeds never done
The best thing that Sloth ever gave me
was time to think
And in the accumulated haunted three AMs
I realized
There are not Seven Deadly Sins. There is only one.
It is simply named Fear
God, grant me a lion's mouth
The urge to stave off injustice with a king's instincts
To not cheapen flesh with empty acts,
to not chase my self destruction off the cliff's edge
The pit has nothing at all, I was born with everything I've ever needed
Let humility in me be the gate to becoming a whole man
And God, let the world go to hell around me if its touch corrupts
Let forgiveness be a good night sleep for the agony and the ecstacy
Let fear die a quiet death unattended
Fear, I used to know it well, but I will not miss it