Poetry From Gnos
She knows why they, The Tortellini Brothers Issue The Following Statement about something called The Bongo which is really A Conversation With Shai - The God Of Destiny who sees The Fourteen Spirits as SoSo. Poems of love, hate, frustration, desire, Gnos, and belief. By the author of White Brother and Other Poems, Henry's War Effort and Colin's Head Bumps. More
She knows why they,The Tortellini Brothers Issue The Following Statement, it is about something called The Bongo which is really A Conversation With Shai - The God Of Destiny who sees The Fourteen Spirits as SoSo, or rather The Dead Princess sitting on a Thinking Rock pondering Godfish and Michelangelo’s Booger even if its Shite like the Pornography Of Emptiness and please Jesus Make it Right for her living in the Black Desert.
Poems of love, hate, frustration, desire, Gnos, and belief. By the author of White Brother and Other Poems, Henry's War Effort and Colin's Head Bumps.
Go, it is the sending
And be delivered to eternal death without judgement,
After winds take up the ashes
From the cremators’ cleansing fire.
Bodies are conceived to die, and lo are remembered still,
For the wrath of the saintly is gone,
And heaven and earth are one.
On future days of peace, ancestors will bear no names that shun
Names baptised by a mitred judge, spewer of the canon law.
She knows she knows
I follow the mantra “Spend for Jesus” like the
Connoisseur of the supermarket shelf, when
At Christmas time I unload myself; indeed
I know the compositions of these home brands
By heart, and the meaning of the discount on
My shopper docket; I know what is instant
And what dinners will take time, but I’m yet to
Know the dimensions of these spongy nappies
And how they keep my baby’s botty dry, and
It’s the season time of joyful pressure and I
Will answer the annual calling of the beast,
With tinsel, brilliant lights and a candle by my
Bed, so my prayers are lit when I ask in them,
For a better man than Corey to enter my life:
His patchy support is always needed, the Single
Mother’s pension electronically sent to me,
Saves me from Sunday’s begging him
To keep his payments up.
The Tortellini Brothers issue the following statement-
Our gross acts in no way diminishes the prose of our activities,
We, who are righteous, act without any pleas or abnegation,
On behalf of our people, we act even if they know not our cause,
This is a modern world full of contradictions and metaphors,
And those who half exist, project their other half onto ignoble idols,
Idols are born noble yes, and live with their cunning in their guts,
They suck on the blood love of worshippers and they die beautiful,
These gross acts we do for you and we do it for the love of you,
We fail to celebrate the famous, the memorable or the recalcitrant,
Creations of your low self-esteem to feed their hungry egos,
Entertain them not with your fantasies; they are better off gone,
Our Jesus is the one true celebrity, and all others are false gods,
They must not go before Him; you must give your sad soul to Him,
You must take stock of your worth and discover you for yourself,
False gods take your words of adoration and mock you with them,
Ask Jesus to look inside yourself and find who you really are,
We cannot tolerate a world where false idols are role models,
Our work is dirty but righteous, but someone’s got to do it,
We cannot tolerate any deviation from the words of the One,
Our acts of annihilation are to null ancient errors of judgement.
Year zero starts right now!
Justified terrorism rules!