Forms of Boredom Advertised as Poetry

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Sean C. Love

August 10, 2021 at 12:56 pm

A Dream

Remembered why I distrust deities.
Trust betrayed by the bolt slinger high on his fucking mountain. His lack of care for worshippers huddled cold in the dark. His forgotten children from a thousand rapes of women awed by glamour..

I’d fought with him, for him. Warred at his side before his rise and across from him after.

I offered you fire and the wonder in your eyes, the gratitude for the warming children clutched at your breast.

I didn’t steal the fire, the fire wanted to go to you. The fire, part of it, wanted tamed. Wanted purpose.
(Not like fire nowadays)

My empathy for your plight in terror filled darkness led to His anger. He hadn’t thought of it himself you see, and hated (HATED) having his failings made public.
The saying should be “Hell hath no fury like an omnipotent asshole revealed”.

We try to learn that love is the better path.
Not always the easier path, not always the path we can stay on…but better than ignorance. Better than negligence.
Better than pretending we don’t exist at all.

They don’t care to learn the lessons we do.

One of you broke my chains.

I ran, having learned myself what horror is. I hide among you now.

I still feel that vulture inside me though.
The myth was wrong you see. It wasn’t my liver filling that mouth at His decree.
My heart was the feast for his pet, my heart because that is the betrayer of gods.
The heart never heals completely.
It’s a curse.
It’s a blessing.
A healed heart forgets.

I’ll never be whole again.
It might be a good thing…

If you were offered the fire now… would you take it knowing the price?

(thank you for existing Grace Tully)

Kent Stewart

August 13, 2021 at 1:24 pm

I came upon your blog by chance
your writing brings on mixed emotions
I want to hug you to ease your pain
I want to applaud you for your courage
keep writing

Sean C. Love
August 10, 2021 at 12:56 pm

A Dream

Remembered why I distrust deities.
Trust betrayed by the bolt slinger high on his fucking mountain. His lack of care for worshippers huddled cold in the dark. His forgotten children from a thousand rapes of women awed by glamour..

I’d fought with him, for him. Warred at his side before his rise and across from him after.

I offered you fire and the wonder in your eyes, the gratitude for the warming children clutched at your breast.

I didn’t steal the fire, the fire wanted to go to you. The fire, part of it, wanted tamed. Wanted purpose.
(Not like fire nowadays)

My empathy for your plight in terror filled darkness led to His anger. He hadn’t thought of it himself you see, and hated (HATED) having his failings made public.
The saying should be “Hell hath no fury like an omnipotent asshole revealed”.

We try to learn that love is the better path.
Not always the easier path, not always the path we can stay on…but better than ignorance. Better than negligence.
Better than pretending we don’t exist at all.

They don’t care to learn the lessons we do.

One of you broke my chains.

I ran, having learned myself what horror is. I hide among you now.

I still feel that vulture inside me though.
The myth was wrong you see. It wasn’t my liver filling that mouth at His decree.
My heart was the feast for his pet, my heart because that is the betrayer of gods.
The heart never heals completely.
It’s a curse.
It’s a blessing.
A healed heart forgets.

I’ll never be whole again.
It might be a good thing…

If you were offered the fire now… would you take it knowing the price?

(thank you for existing Grace Tully)

Kent Stewart
August 13, 2021 at 1:24 pm

I came upon your blog by chance
your writing brings on mixed emotions
I want to hug you to ease your pain
I want to applaud you for your courage
keep writing