Biography of Jeremy Rodgers
I'm a blond guy with a Mohawk and a little hoop earring in one ear.
I write poetry to help people. Anybody is welcome to use it for good.
Jeremy Rodgers's Works:
The Life Of A Park Ranger, From The Birds Point Of View (self published)
Jeremy Rodgers Poems
In back-alley street where every alley meets in every corner of the world everybody's popping pills.
Love is sign language, it's not what you say, or what you give, it's how you act
She said, 'Won't you love me? ' I said, 'Give me a chance.' She said, 'Love me even more.' I said, 'Then take my hand.'
A tea kettle and a bowl of soup, we'll burn forever if we fall down with the pope
K.J.V, obviously compare them and you'll see. J.T.C.'s 'Let's Weigh the Evidence' makes it evident
Dancing demons on the pulpits playing rock-n-roll, dancing demons or Jesuits
What Are We Doing?
What are we doing, wasting our life? or is it even our life to waste? These are the battlegrounds, my friends or are you even my friends?
He Knows The Hearts Of People
He knew what was in them He knew they loved sin His own chosen burned babies to the Devil
Javalinas, wild boars in the shadows by the door
Yellow feathers, a white dove on the telephone line.
Decked in purple and scarlet the Catholic church is a harlot for all the people they've hurt
Castle Of Greed
Kings sitting on top thrones of ivory sheep with chunks of flesh missing wool piled high in forgotten storerooms overcome with greed but more by controlling them
Like Sister Charlotte
She was starving, she was dying stuck inside a nunnery they wouldn't allow her
Darkness falls down like a net smothering those who've lost their breath taking away their fading time covering up their daylight
Darkness falls down like a net
smothering those who've lost their breath
taking away their fading time
covering up their daylight
lying about what is right
because they can't believe
hearts hardened like the stones
carve out our broken bones
because they've been deceived