Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Deliverance comes
In different ways
Than demonic deliverers
Would have one believe.
The key,
One the distributors of damnation—
Guising as God’s governing gatekeepers—
Don’t want you to learn:
Name those demons—
Deny them no more—
Give them what they want:
Your attention.
Well, now they’ve got it—
So skull stomp those bastards.
Whatever gets you there—
Whatever works—
Do it.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 12, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: March 12th, 2026 08:13
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m now published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
- Category: Spiritual
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- In collections: The Thinking Dark.
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Comments3
A strong message that meets them head on with the violence of swatting flies. Powerful and unambiguous it meets force with force. I hear the anger in this piece Tristan
Soren, thank you for this, my friend…the anger you hear is very real. This piece comes out of wrestling with things that gain power by staying hidden or unspoken. Naming them shifts the whole balance, yet we're taught to believe that we're powerless. I’m grateful you felt the raw edge of that struggle in the poem. ⚔️🔥⛓️🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
I'm gonna swat some flies then, as SB says.
Now tell us, Popeye, if we put it as a question: 'What works for you?!' But, erm, don't answer that! lol.
🤐😝😖😓😶I hate when I zip it and then burst out laughing! So painful 🤣 Thanks Orchi… 🪰 needed the place rid of 🪰 them. They moved in ever 🪰 since being 🪰 exorcised…um…evicted from Ammityville. 🪰
Ohhh, we can't keep up with the antics of P & Co. We would need 23h 59m of each day to keep up to date - erm, the same amount of time they spend on ......... ahh, don't finish that! A cryptic ending, if we did finish that, would be: 'knitting!' We know. lol.
Don't you know it! LOL! We certainly do! 🤣
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