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Tue Jan 15, 2019 11:04 pm
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CaptainJack says...



cecilia, you fixed my heart, you brought me confidence

lady of the music, taken by the blade of man
and forever remembered by the people of the
church. you sang to god with all your heart,
marking you to be the saint that would bless
all who found themselves in love with music.

struck thrice before god and living on before
being removed to the heaven you declared.
and in the land that you left behind, while
seeking the world beyond, made a martyr
of the rome that wished to show more to
you.

declared a virgin, a rebel with a cause that
some wished to follow. and communication
with a messenger from the heavens, who you
encouraged an other to see. bringing forth
love without force, making the image that
people still hold a medal to.

cecilia, whose heart will you take next when
inspiring the people who want to praise you?
when they kneel for your glory, for your feast
in the late november?

take our instruments of god and of music, to
bless with your holy gift.
  





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Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:11 pm
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CaptainJack says...



slowly making my way through required words
of explanation, so that i can work on the key
piece of prose that holds my heart. but i have
forgotten so much in my time away from real poetry.

i forgot how good poetry could be when the
writer puts in all of their effort, and wants to
move towards an actual goal. writing their thoughts
out to represent a specific cause.

being so careful compared to the people that
reach for a loose line, throwing it into a pot
and hoping the best will come. that is not a
type of magic that will really occur within our
world. good poetry doesn't come without a bit of

work.
  





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Wed Oct 30, 2019 6:17 pm
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CaptainJack says...



dear saint mary of egypt, who so boldly walked the streets,
thank you for reminding us that there are many who can be
called christian, and not all fall under the hateful domain of
the popular opinion. you, noble lady, who gave into the desires
and the temptations, but did not let them overtake your
redemption. what would you say to those who take the words
of our holy text and twist them into a hateful vision?
  





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Wed Oct 30, 2019 6:23 pm
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dear god - to my dear holy commander - i do indeed recognize that i am sinful.
for any christian is sinful. we are not as holy as the lord and we recognize that
the lords do too struggle with sins.

i do not believe, that it is you, oh lord who tries to call my identity a sin. because
you are the spirit who sent love to the earth in the form of your son. and many,
many, many among the world regard you as our father, our mother, and our
gender neutral parent.

if someone has no respect for me simply because of who i love, is it then my
fault that they have no respect? or should the notion of guilt be put upon them
for not loving their neighbor as theirself, and telling their neighbor they should
be put to death.

my identity - the one that is so historical - is seen as a new revelation and is
now suddenly a sin. only a sin to those who fear that this identity will spread
like a plague to them. who dares to call my identity a plague?

i am proud of who i love.

i have laid in the bed of those who are of my own gender and those who are
not, my dear god. and we know not your gender and we know that you do
indeed love everyone, why are so many so hateful when they use your name.

how do they assume who it is right to love because i am proud of who i love.
  








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