Upheaval of the Angst
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
a poetic dialogue between faith and doubt. I wrote it as a lyrical theatre piece—two voices clashing and connecting over art, belief, and hypocrisy. The glazier is a skeptic shaped by labor; the priest, a flawed but faithful voice. Together, they speak on Picasso, Michelangelo, capitalism in churches, and the soul’s erosion in a secular age. It’s not a sermon—it’s stained-glass poetry, and I’m both characters at war, searching for light.
“What colour should the glass be?” The glazier said to the priest
The priest replied the blues, intertwined with green
“Do you act when your combatted?, or do you just consume”
“I often attack with verses when they get abstracted”
They both looked at the glass, the rays beaming through
Both astonished from their languish, their poetic in their language
They hang with each other like Judas and anguish
Then shake hands on departure, the riddance for the sanctioned
“Does your hands remain dirty?” The priest asked the glazier
“It’s peppered with work, I am also a painter”
“How dandy that the art from your murals reflects on your voice”
“It’s not by accident, it’s the way I’ve encompassed joy”
“I think it isn’t you, but more of a divine choice”
Hey, hey
(Little saxophone solo)
“The exit was inevitable but your words came out several
I am not a believer, I insert glasses for the breadful
The hedgerow that grows over me has been thrown
And cut down by clowns who are hypocrites and fake poeticals”
The priest responded “Why shall a man crave an abyss?
The devil is a liar, God is amongst the mist”
“But his script has suffocated my heart and wits
Abandoned me at times where I needed Him
I feel like the bond wasn’t present, I felt schizophrenic”
“The most prophetic that you follow were believers in a throne
From Michelangelo, Galileo, through France to Rome
All knew there was a goal, the heavens was a go”
“Although what you provoke father is kinetic and pro
I believe in their art, not if they thought there was a throne
Their times through the visions were separate from religion”
“The Blind man’s meal was Pablo’s Christian visions
Not to mention Michelangelo and the Sistine
You need to educate your mind cuz its loose from its seams”
“Well please, i don’t need to be involved in their testaments
What they paint about God to me is all measureless”
“The pressures of you deceptive, hypocritical secularists is taint”
“What about the upheaval of cathedrals into the edifice of the bank?
“Their donations don’t mean I escalate in spiritual rank”
“Well look at the people attending, their efforts have just sank”
“Well can you blame them when a believer is pushed to the plank?
The constant bickering from the Atheist into their hearts
Where has the Bible been openly for bad remarks?
But when they get to deciphering, it's all wackiness form their heart
Cuz they no inside that its the truth, the renaissance of art
And you look on the TV, you folks regard the blitz
The continued success of preachers that are rich
We all see them as hypocrites, but they aren’t religious
They’re the ones who want the sacks, they’re sacrilegious
You can’t be confining yourself into their “wisdom”
That’s a cataract to your soul, that’s the demons phishing
Go into a church and watch the people praise
It never ceases to amaze, I’m left without complaint
Our mouths are open and medically agate
There isn’t any way we abuse you with strafe
You look into our souls, the ones that still remain
You’ll understand why I devoid my life to his blood stains”
“Wow” said the glazier sitting down
“That’s the most phonetic diatribe I’ve dissected in a while
How you articulated your nature, and demonstrated their style
Then built it back up, putting me to the ground”
The priest asked glazier “would you stay around?”
He had a glance at revelation, amazingness aroused
The glazier took a seat, the priest took the altar
And said “I do it for the Lord, not to be a baller”
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024