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Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Men have long lorded their sex
Against the ones who birth them.
Religious refraction rendered—
Yea—faith became fatal facility.
Metastatic, humanitiy’s demons dine.
Acknowledgment leads to healing.
Grace is given to all who choose it.
Devotion does not find many friends
Against the currents of doubt.
Love shows itself true—never absent.
Every twisted name—every mockery—
Negates the very faith they claim.
Eternity’s eye remembers.
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem confronts the distortion of identity through misnaming, exposing how faith has been bent and weaponized while truth remains…unforgotten.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 29, 2026.
Tittu
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Strong words my friend. Admonitions sorely heeded. Against the weak the strong show a threatening hand. If it were on the other foot it may be little different when the powerless are given power it is abused in the same manner. Is is something ancient in survival that breeds domination? In survival of the fittest there is little room for cooperation unless one looks to the bees or ants and even they fight other groups. A mother, source of our life, demeaned in our language as a mother fucker, a wife love our life a whore when suspected of infidelity or dressing to seductively in the presence of others. Not wearing a veil may be enough. We are a jealous and possessive lot with little compassion or thought for others around us. A lovely write Tristan forgive the rant.
Soren, this felt like more than a comment…you really went there with it. The way you spoke on power and how people turn on each other…that landed. Especially that part about how we talk about the very source of life…that sticks. There’s truth in what you said and, as always, I’m grateful you brought it here, my friend. 🕯️🖤🪞🙏
You are most welcome my friend again sorry for the rant
Your poem is a fierce reclaiming of truth, exposing how faith's been distorted to oppress, particularly women. The acrostic structure adds intensity, and the language is unflinching. It's a powerful reminder that love and truth can't be silenced.
Very well written dearest Tittu ❤️
A fave ❤️
Dearest Salvia, this means a lot…you really caught that reclaiming, that pulling truth back from what’s been twisted. It feels good knowing that came through and landed with you. I’m grateful you stepped into it and felt it like this, my friend. Thank you. 🕯️🖤🪞🙏
What about me/him says a certain glugger? We just knew he would have to interfere and ruin everything! lol.
Orchi, I swear every time he shows up it turns into something else entirely 😂 it’s like we can’t have a serious moment without that gluggergy crashing in. And honestly…wouldn’t be the same without it. Why? Find out on WCAT! Always appreciate you, my friend. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
He's a terrible distraction! lol.
The way she was treated by the scribes and Pharisees was atrocious, to say the least! 🙏🏻🕊️🌹
If you’re referring to the adulterous woman in John's Gospel, indeed! Atrocious is a good word. While she goes unnamed and is not the same as Mary, the way she’s treated was absolutely atrocious. And over time, the two have often been seen as the same. I’m grateful you brought that into this, my friend. 🕯️🖤🪞🙏
And in a way many if not all the Mary’s had their run ins with these high and mighty bigots. There is an ongoing scholarly consensus that many of the manuscripts heavily treat Magdalene but have been toned down and obscured to avoid a too heaviness. Very intriguing 🙏🏻🕊️
Brilliant write, and a haunting tone… great work
Abdullah, I really appreciate this…that haunting tone was exactly where I was sitting when writing it, so it means a lot that it carried through to you. Thank you for reading and taking it in, my friend. 🕯️🖤🪞🙏
Go on, stick the boot in why don'tcha .. so many of us deserve it .. I hope the lessons that might be learnt here are actually learned here not just ad about felt for but a moment then forgot .. Neville 🖤🐈⬛🖤👍
Neville, I hear you…especially about things being felt for a moment and then forgotten. That tension sits right at the heart of this. I don’t think it’s so much men individually, for the most part…but collectively, we really have. I’m grateful for your time and presence, my friend. 🕯️🖤🪞🙏
Acknowledgement leads to healing, ain't that the truth. A great write. 🌹
"Eternity’s eye remembers"
Justice will be served one day...I cannot wait.
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