Judas

The guilt hung knotted
Like dread locks
from his brow
It is perpetual
As he used his hand
To shield his face
Waste deep
In his confessions
They dilute his apologies
He was born of anarchy
Broken by religion
Whipped with prayer
His sins only blister
As he chokes
On hypocrisies
When blessed with such
Visions
He reached out
Kissing god
Touching lightning
Nearly flying too close
To glory
Melting his wax wings
Rules get too heavy after a while
Imagine the weight of a commandment
It was a secret only too good
To keep to himself
Now the blood rushes to his head
Calling for the god he denied
Not once
Not twice
But three times
There must have been a reason
For his ability
to walk on water
Though he lacked the perfection
It all evaded him
Now all that was left
For him remained a throne
Of ambivalence
At the heart of Purgatory
His very existence ending with,
"I was the one who turned Jesus over to the proper authorities..."

Reviews

[Duane Klinger]

Fantastic! I loved it even more with every passing line. I enjoyed the allusion to Icarus. Very nicely done :)
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[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Solidad you having an amzing talent for weaving together a story. Excellent imagery. The last line just pulls it all together. PERFECTION xoxoxo ; )

[WynterPhoenix]

I agree with Neva. This is truly an amazing poem.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

this poem leaves images stamped not only in ones mind but engraved into their soul.....

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

soul history replete with the twists and turns of both human and deitific absolutions and transgressions~ beautifully drawn imagery~