Singing the Psalms and Hymns (a poem)

These psalms written on my skin
Tattoos, remind me of my kinsfolk
Midnight, the clock sounds its stroke
When everything slowly begins
To unravel, the world madly spins
In the blood, we are soaked
Of depravity, we are kings
We sing the psalms, the hymns
Tumble down the mountain
Thunder rumbles within
Street-prophets laugh, grin
Never getting out alive
Our society on the fringe
We arrive, survive
Redemption for our sins
These psalms written on my skin

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Alt-Psalm #4 (a poem)

The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
so why do we insist on depleting it?
treating it, beating it like a dirty dog –

Adam named everything he saw,
the beasts & critters that crawl,
the plants & trees so tall,
and since those days in Eden,
we’ve furiously assaulted the planet –

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Alt-Psalm #3 (a poem)

how awesome is the LORD Most High?

we shower Him with praise

thinking of halcyon days

while preparing for

a new heaven on earth

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Alt-Psalm #2 (a poem)

Help, LORD, for the godly are no more

& we drown in mud

always wanting more

sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll

but, LORD, do you really care about this?

what’s wrong with a roll in the hay?

what’s wrong with being gay?

nothing at all, i suppose you’d say

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Alt-Psalm #1 (a poem)

Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?

up in cloudy heavens

obscured by bright suns

that brutalize my brethren

i seek peace, O LORD

but pieces of me shatter

into tiny shards

every time the gun shots

blare in this dystopian world

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