Rosary Beads that Bleed By Jasen Sousa
Rosary Beads that Bleed
The life I lost, the divine sign of the cross.
In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen,
the pointless pain of slain men,
blood pours out of my pen.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Our Father let my art make it to heaven so my brethren know where they’re heading,
hallowed be your name, but we are wondering why you still haven’t came?
Give us this day our daily bread, if you can hear me please heal my horror filled head
and give birth to the dead, so the living won’t die in vain.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
It drips from my hands, blood mixed in with sand,
the same sand where Jesus left sacrificial steps.
Hail Mary full of grace, saying a prayer with blood smeared on my face.
Holy Mary mother of God in my final hour, blowing my last beautiful breaths.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Glory be to the Father, a prayer to make life a little less harder.
My physical future will not carry on much farther, my written word with no end,
it was bad back then, I pray for it not to be that bad again,
my brain, my mind, my soul, my spirit rise into the heavens and blend.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Every word I spell, hoping they save me from a fiery hell,
save me from my sins, how much longer will it hurt me?
This feeling doesn’t seem to be healing, an angel ailing,
I beg you master, for your mercy!
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Hail Holy Queen as I drag you inside my dark dream.
Those who have said early goodbye’s, I am stuck with their sighs,
forever stuck in my mind beyond the end of time.
My conscience forever echoing a city’s cries.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Out of my eye falls a tear, the after rosary prayer.
To the begotten son from the forgotten one, I beg for a response.
The message I heed as blood drips from my fingers and continues to bleed,
a holy bloody rosary that forever haunts.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Joyful, luminous, sorrowful, glorious, I write, then I recite.
In between my legs a cup of my own blood.
Falling from the church ceiling, blood covered stained glass leaves.
A prayer hoping to gain the Lord’s love.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
The life I lost, the divine sign of the cross.
In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen,
the pointless pain of slain men,
blood pours out of my pen.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Our Father let my art make it to heaven so my brethren know where they’re heading,
hallowed be your name, but we are wondering why you still haven’t came?
Give us this day our daily bread, if you can hear me please heal my horror filled head
and give birth to the dead, so the living won’t die in vain.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
It drips from my hands, blood mixed in with sand,
the same sand where Jesus left sacrificial steps.
Hail Mary full of grace, saying a prayer with blood smeared on my face.
Holy Mary mother of God in my final hour, blowing my last beautiful breaths.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Glory be to the Father, a prayer to make life a little less harder.
My physical future will not carry on much farther, my written word with no end,
it was bad back then, I pray for it not to be that bad again,
my brain, my mind, my soul, my spirit rise into the heavens and blend.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Every word I spell, hoping they save me from a fiery hell,
save me from my sins, how much longer will it hurt me?
This feeling doesn’t seem to be healing, an angel ailing,
I beg you master, for your mercy!
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Hail Holy Queen as I drag you inside my dark dream.
Those who have said early goodbye’s, I am stuck with their sighs,
forever stuck in my mind beyond the end of time.
My conscience forever echoing a city’s cries.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Out of my eye falls a tear, the after rosary prayer.
To the begotten son from the forgotten one, I beg for a response.
The message I heed as blood drips from my fingers and continues to bleed,
a holy bloody rosary that forever haunts.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Joyful, luminous, sorrowful, glorious, I write, then I recite.
In between my legs a cup of my own blood.
Falling from the church ceiling, blood covered stained glass leaves.
A prayer hoping to gain the Lord’s love.
Hands tightly together squeezed while on my knees with rosary beads that bleed,
listen to lightning strike as I recite the apostles creed.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)