Who is responsible a rant may offend some
The paedophile a parish priest
Whose outward trappings hid a beast.
Perverted lust that raged below
the saintly face he chose to show.
He preyed upon the innocent
his vile desires warped and bent.
A loathsome smiling predator
who thought he was above the law
He disregarded celibacy
in favour of depravity.
I do not know why this should be
it happens all too frequently.
Then when his sins are brought to light
the church assists him in his flight
to sanctuary in the Vatican
and they protect this evil man
from punishment he well deserves
Offensive to the God he serves.
But it seems not to the papacy
who view his sins more tolerantly.
20-Jun-07
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Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
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Confession is good for the soul.
Canonised and sanitised.
The Vatican has changed its mind
Australian saint is recognised.
She blew the whistle long ago
Exposed a priestly paedophile.
Was she believed/Oh dear me no
Excommunicated, cast out
Because dared to speak the truth.
but times have changed and banished doubt..
The Vatican was in the wrong
protecting priestly paedophiles.
So now they sing a different song
The pontiff and the prelates know.
they have been caught committing crimes
Fresh scandals adding to their woe.
Reducing their authority.
Because they can no longer
hide behind facades of piety
So they create another saint
Too little and to late by far.
The church cannot escape the taint.
Perhaps it’s time to change the rules.
Why should a priest be celibate?
The general public are not fools.
I think the pontiff must accept
They got very badly wrong
When they decided to protect
The pervert priest from punishment.
Interfering with the laws
meant to protect the innocent
I do not think they can regain
the trust they secretly betrayed
Although they’ll try doubts will remain..
I’m sure the victims won’t forget
Nor do I think they will forgive
The church must recognise the debt.
And pay hard cash to compensate
The victims for their suffering
Again too little and too late.
If they had acted honestly.
They would not be in such a mess.
But sadly they chose secrecy
Wednesday,20 October 2010
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Some Have Steeples. Some Don't
What do I think of church?
'Yes! '
Church?
Like in 'church' church?
'Yes! '
Well...
Some have steeples.
Some don't.
Some have people.
Some wont.
Some are religiously political.
And some are politically religious.
My vehicle is my church.
And that's all I care about.
'Oh?
So your 'car' is your church? '
Oh.
No no!
My 'body' is my church.
It is my sanctuary.
Now...
Keep in mind,
I am not devoted to keep it as pure,
As it should be.
But I do the best I can,
Not to be led away by temptation.
But everyday I pray to be forgiven,
Of those 'sins' I know I should not enjoy!
However...
You can find me anytime,
Self righteously defending...
My point of view.
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My cause was just I could fulfil
a life long dream, an urge to kill.
An urge I knew I must resist
by application of my will.
Circumstances alter cases.
I planned my action on this basis.
All paedophiles deserve to die
Just disappear and leave no traces.
My chosen victim was beast.
Who masqueraded as a priest
and preyed upon young choirboys
He’s missing now presumed deceased.
I groomed my victim carefully.
Confessed that I had frequently
had unclean thoughts about small boys.
The priest absolved me readily.
In me he thought he’d found a friend.
A man on whom he could depend
to keep a still tongue in his head.
His own perversions to defend.
But he was wrong in his belief.
He was remarkably naïf
He thought his cloth protected him.
A fact that brought me much relief.
I told him that I belonged to
a private club know to but few.
Men who shared our interest.
When next I went he could come too..
The trap was set now I would
wait for him to nibble at the bait
I knew that he could not resist
He was hardened deviate.
It was arranged that we should go.
Quite separately so none would know.
He thought it best to be discreet
and I agreed it should be so.
We reached the chosen rendevous.
He was surprised we were but two
and even more surprised to find
just what it was I meant to do.
I did not hesitate or pause
I took his life without remorse.
An old pit shaft his resting place
where none will look for him of course.
The priest would simply disappear
for reasons which will be quite clear.
When his perversions come to light
He was afraid to linger here.
His sins recorded faithfully
in grim detail on his P.C,
Another scandal for the church
will come to light for all to see
For many reasons he would leave
they would quite easily believe.
That he just lost his nerve and fled.
When from his P.C they retrieve.
The photographic evidence.
Undoubtedly it will incense
The men who must investigate
his sudden disappearance.
Their first thought will be suicide
because he has no place to hide
Their search will be desultory
They won’t treat it as homicide.
By killing him I’ve satisfied
The life long dream I’ve had to hide.
The beast has paid the penalty.
I think his death was justified.
It could be that this tale is true
So I will leave it up to you
my gentle reader to decide
You can believe what you want to.
8-Jun-08
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Confessional Poetry
there is no
big box where i
can hide my
face
there is no parish
priest who listens
there is hallway
of the old
spanish church
there are no sparrows
no owls
and no fanfare
no dogmas and
circulars
just me
my finger and my
keys
i am both listener
and spiritual adviser
i am both my
silence and chatter
i am the owl in this
night
the robin in the pews
of my mind
i am my own dogma
but still
no fanfare
nothing to circulate
for there is
no bragging about
the sins
of conceit
the omissions of
the good
the true and the
beautiful
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The Second Coming
The second coming has been postponed
By a million years.
Christ has his own reasons.
A priest addresses a mass
All weep for a while.
The second coming has been a Hope.
The Vatican releases the new list of sins
And the filthy rich start rotting in the hell of anticipations.
Then comes the message from the Almighty:
'My son is coming late by a million years'.
The Vatican falls into a gloom of woes.
The Second Coming has been a Dream
And why have Christ and his father done it?
A priest reads out from the Bible:
'Thy Kingdom come'.
The Second Coming has been a Manifesto.
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I have decided: Finally.
My family donated me to mother church, a priest to be.
Because no one consulted me, I had no chance to disagree.
So in due course I was ordained and found I’d lost more than I gained
The church had educated me. I’d won a double first degree
My parents did what they thought best they acted in my interest.
There was no way I could protest. Though I must say I’m not impressed with the way that things were done and recently I have begun.
To realise resentfully my future was mapped out for me.
I am expected to repress the normal feelings I possess.
A problem which all priests address. I am a man no more no less.
I am quite certain that I would not have chosen the priesthood.
I have decided that I should quit the priesthood and for good
The practice of celibacy seems quite unnatural to me.
I am convinced a priest should be free to have a family.
The church has made a grave mistake expecting every priest to take
A vow which causes so much heart ache. I must resign: Make a clean break.
To earn my living honestly in some profession where I’m free
To wed and raise a family. Celibacy is not for me.
Monday,26 April 2010
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 03
I saw A’bd-u-Qader Gaillani in the sanctuary of the Ka’bah with his face on the pebbles and saying: ‘O lord, pardon my sins and, if I deserve punishment, cause me to arise blind on the day of resurrection that I may not be ashamed in the sight of the righteous.’
With my face on the earth of helplessness
I say Every morning as soon as I become conscious:
O thou whom I shall never forget
Wilt thou at all remember thy slave?
7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
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No Way Out
Damn
I would have never thought it ever woulda been like this
Life is crazy
God -- please watch over my family
Please protect em
Forgive my enemies -- for they know not what they do
Please lord -- forgive me for my sins, and protect me from evil
For thou art the kingdom, the power, and the glory
Now and forever
In your name we pray
Amen
song performed by by Puff Daddy
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So far, So good
Although I’m far from innocent
I have done things I now repent.
In self defence I must protest
I am no worse than all the rest
Whose sins have yet to come to light.
They still profess their innocence
Their sins well hidden out of sight
and yet feel free to take offence.
At peccadilloes I confess.
Which seems to me hypocrisy
as if somehow their sins are less
than those I confess openly.
Because they’re sure nobody knows.
Its human nature I suppose.
09/07/2009
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Christian Paradox
The walls so beautiful in a luxurious palace,
In the vicinity where the center ground on the alter that sits the chalice,
Closed curtains cover the intention of malice,
The broken church a paradox indeed,
The beautiful palace of evil is all I can see,
In a sanctuary under white clouds of glee,
The house of God so evil but how can this be?
The curtains closed behind the alter the secret sealed shut,
Blind to the eyes of followers behind the curtains of smut,
Backstage sits the priest eating the fruit of disgust,
The desire of rape, the evil lust,
But so beautiful the vicinity the walls hovers around pews,
Where reconciliation transpire with the hope to renew,
A closer connection with “God” that everyone thought they knew,
Rape in the form of blackmail representing the hidden taboo,
The broken church crumbles in the form of the truth,
The reign of terror forever ends for the destruction of youth,
The transparent light beams down from the window where the blind can see through,
Terror stemmed from the vicinity of the church’s morals that remain untrue.
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Fairy Dust
Here
See the little queer
There's a volunteer
Dont you think he should get a haircut now
Like in the Marines
All the magazines
Got a way for everyone to shape up
You don't wanna fall behind
Choking on a cloud of fairy dust - fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust
And pride and lust
And a few other sins
No
See the cherry lips
Hands on the hips
Anyone would your name was Oscar Wilde
Think you're pretty smart
Poetry and art
Put him testosterone and vodka
calling for the man of steel
to blow you faggots into fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
we're
happy to be gay
showing you the way
gotta get your head your hear you toso hard
join another gym
loose your pseudonym
soon we'll all be strait but only more so
tell me who's you're gonna find
to spinkle on a little fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
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Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
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The Seven Sins again
>
> Do we as a people really know or care
> Concerning the seven sins?
>
> Those sins are apart of our every day life.
> Those sins are apart of our strife.
> I've heard the first was vanity or pride
>
> Now that is an hell of a ride...
> Be it physical or spiritual, how would
> One keep his/her feet on the ground?
>
> Sanity what a big role...
> Does God have pride? Then I am lost.
> What mean the word boss?
>
> Those seven sins has really cost,
> Things to be...
> Unfree and that will include me.
Was it pride that set Eve free
And made Adam give up his freedom of will?
Still...
I must appeal...
I am not ill...
But the seven is a thrill...for real,
What envy you? and who...why?
And do you cry?
The have and the have nots...
Gluttony would that be?
Are all seven just pure envy?
Lust not and bust...
Lust not and rust...
The wrath of lust not is have not,
Either way you go...
Whatever door...rich or poor,
Kindness and anger in the long run meet,
Good or bad we sit and eat.
Sometimes eating out of greed...
God speed...
Is lust greed or pride?
Or just sloth...denied?
A natural, physical and spiritual guide.
'Man she looks good'
Gluttony in the hood.
'He is so fine'...or just signs of the time,
Lust is not mine.
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Disrespect
A crafty cat crapped in the crypt.
A furtive feline felony,
it left its mark and then it skipped.
The parish priest proclaimed that he
had cause to curse the cunning cat
for sacrilege and blasphemy.
He double damned the dastard cat
that crept into the crypt and crapped.
The theocrat though that was that.
His saintly self-control had snapped.
The phantom feline failed to flee,
the moggy met with no mishap.
The crafty cat quite cleverly
decided it would demonstrate
that it could crap contentedly.
His contempt to communicate
to parish priests. Quite powerless
to declare excommunicate.
Unchristian cats who crap in crypts
or pagan pups, which pee in pews.
They are exempt from his prescript.
All animals act as they choose
they won’t refrain to please the priest
impervious to his abuse.
Such is the nature of the beast
who only do as they must do
. Priests do not matter in the least.
04 Jun.07
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Life of a Roman Catholic Priest
A priest is nearest Christ;
A priest is Christ at times;
A priest is almost Christ;
A priest is most divine.
A priest is God’s shepherd;
A priest must tend to flock;
A priest must be like ‘rock’;
A priest should ne’er defrock.
A priest communes with God;
A priest draws hope from Lord;
A priest shows love of Christ;
A priest carries His Cross!
A priest is tempted too;
A priest has falls in life;
A priest falters also;
A priest has strength from Christ.
A priestly job is tough;
A priest’s life can turn rough;
A priest has strife enough,
But has to smile and laugh!
A priest helps harvest souls;
A priest has many roles;
A priest has but one goal –
To drink from Christ’s own bowl!
Pray that more priests should come;
May priests curb their freedom;
May priest usher Kingdom;
A life for Christ’s welcome.
Fondly dedicated to Rev. Fr. Xavier Claudius,
Beloved Parish priest, ‘Holy Family Church, Perundurai
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Dark Versus Light
darkness has fallen, yet i see a tiny speck of light
it has become a very quiet night, in spite, of whats to be in this ferocious fight
it never fails..evil some how always prevails
as it should
when we insist on being bad, instead of being good! ! ! !
in its every kind of harshness...in the total darkness
i shake and quiver as i see, what the eternal darkness has in store 4 me
evil takes a step closer and once again
its been..the same fight, for eons of nights
from the start of times, til times end
some sort of Armageddon
the angels take a giant step forth
they intend to fight for all we are worth
and so begins...the devils' ghouls vs angels' wars
the goodness intent of washing away, our evil sins
that are cast deep from within
as the evil raises their black and bloody swords
the goodness bless us by singing their angelic praise chords
as the ultimate fight begins, or the most evil of sins
from the devil vs our lord
to give birth to the pure, and closed hearts that aren't sure
in what to believe, an on going battle over eternity's
i shake and quiver as i see..what the eternal darkness will do to me
the sinners souls that stand in the flames of fires
that never got the chance to allocate they're sins of greed, lust, envy, gluttony, nor desire
all of our evil sins..that have been cast from within
that have shadowed us in doubt
come closer' the angels shout
and cast all the evil out.....
and then the evil takes a step back, as goodness prepares to attack
goodness seems to hold its own, they hold their ground
but evil has been sneakily maneuvering around
us, silhouetted by dusk and earths dust
taking over our lack of trust
the goodness takes another step forth
as the evil continues to surround
us from all sides of the ground
the angels annoint, as evil covers all points
of south, west, east and north...yet the goodness steps forth
if if we dont believe in if heaven and hell are true
the goodness will fight for the sinners souls of me and you
heres a tough question: would you? ? ?
choose to recieve...the dark and its sins? ? ?
or believe....and feel the light of goodness, within
just a thought......where would you stand.....as this war is fought? ? ? ?
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There can be no argument for M lady Resh bubbles
I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
For things we failed to do or did.
No single action can be hid
Nor can our motive and intent.
Before the court to make my plea
I find the only judge is me.
I cannot plead I’m innocent
I know the things I did and why.
There is no way I can deny
The sins for which I must repent.
I was tempted and often fell
frequently the truth to tell.
Although sometimes with good intent.
I prosecute and I defend
but realise that in the end.
The laws of Karma represent.
Pure justice which applies equally
to everyman, no one is free.
Established by long precedent..
Though this lifetime you failed to learn
the only punishment you earn
You choose yourself and can’t resent.
Another life another start
you have to play another part.
You acquiesce and give consent.
A life you start with a blank sheet
your unlearned lessons to repeat.
All new born babes are innocent.
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