Poetry competition CLOSED 9th June 2015 4:33am
WINNER
gardenlover
gardenlover
RUNNERS-UP:
deadwolf
and BoFantastic
Proselytise
Anonymous
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- Upon Night’s Seas -
In the night, in the embrace of shadow,
As the stars rise and the blue of daylight…
Of the skies that adorn hill and meadow,
Fades like a dying flower from all sight…
Mortal eyes see only part of this miracle.
Few there are who may look just beyond,
To see what the night stirs in deep hearts!
The yearnings for embraces and for song,
Which beckon to us from within the dark.
Such stirring, even when the night is still!
The eye within sees more than is evident,
To senses trapped in matrixes of limitation.
Let us dance; become my lovely celebrant,
Whilst I take thee far beyond any initiation!
The music plays, the moon bears witness,
For I am the darkness, I am night’s mistress!
Crickets and night birds call with fervor,
Singing songs of the night, to be savored…
Even whilst some look to the dark in fear,
Trying oft to will prayers to be answered…
Knowing not the divinity that is listening.
Few there are who may know of comfort,
Whilst held by the night with warm arms!
By what means, doth the night transport…
The spirit to ecstasy with its’ mad charms?
Who can say, amidst starlight’s glistening!
The flower of night blooms ever sweetest,
When shadows paint gardens, on the walls.
There, a lily and a rose may grow prettiest,
Embraced by shadows, within night’s halls!
The music plays, the moon watches above,
For I am the black rose, of passion and love!
Mine eyes, hath seen night’s full visage,
As untainted by the sun’s pale imitation…
Unveiled, like the truth beyond a mirage,
Which may be seen through illumination…
A glory beyond: mundane heavenly ideas.
Love for a beautiful maiden, such desires,
Like fire burn and blaze in evening hours!
I am set alight, unmarred by hottest fires…
For fire and night are facets of my powers.
Sail beside me this eve, upon night’s seas!
I prepare a place upon the evening’s waters,
Where those kindred to myself may be free.
I was the first of night’s chosen daughters…
The light in the shadow, so that all may see!
In the night, in the embrace of shadow,
As the stars rise and the blue of daylight…
Of the skies that adorn hill and meadow,
Fades like a dying flower from all sight…
Mortal eyes see only part of this miracle.
Few there are who may look just beyond,
To see what the night stirs in deep hearts!
The yearnings for embraces and for song,
Which beckon to us from within the dark.
Such stirring, even when the night is still!
The eye within sees more than is evident,
To senses trapped in matrixes of limitation.
Let us dance; become my lovely celebrant,
Whilst I take thee far beyond any initiation!
The music plays, the moon bears witness,
For I am the darkness, I am night’s mistress!
Crickets and night birds call with fervor,
Singing songs of the night, to be savored…
Even whilst some look to the dark in fear,
Trying oft to will prayers to be answered…
Knowing not the divinity that is listening.
Few there are who may know of comfort,
Whilst held by the night with warm arms!
By what means, doth the night transport…
The spirit to ecstasy with its’ mad charms?
Who can say, amidst starlight’s glistening!
The flower of night blooms ever sweetest,
When shadows paint gardens, on the walls.
There, a lily and a rose may grow prettiest,
Embraced by shadows, within night’s halls!
The music plays, the moon watches above,
For I am the black rose, of passion and love!
Mine eyes, hath seen night’s full visage,
As untainted by the sun’s pale imitation…
Unveiled, like the truth beyond a mirage,
Which may be seen through illumination…
A glory beyond: mundane heavenly ideas.
Love for a beautiful maiden, such desires,
Like fire burn and blaze in evening hours!
I am set alight, unmarred by hottest fires…
For fire and night are facets of my powers.
Sail beside me this eve, upon night’s seas!
I prepare a place upon the evening’s waters,
Where those kindred to myself may be free.
I was the first of night’s chosen daughters…
The light in the shadow, so that all may see!
Being a drunk Writer, that is free to write what ever words fall into ones head, is my life style that me peaches man, free from just a single genre of writing, be Bold, and experiment man: wolf
http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv161/larsamundo/evil-superman-1.jpg
`~...~`
Even Super Man Drank, and Had a Dark Side;
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Sittin here, by my window at night,
Tryin to unwind,
Watchin empty faces go by,
I reach into the mini fridge here beside me,
Pull out some Beers, and turn up the Metal
The Battle Hymns of dark thought, Metal and Blues Rock;
Have been put so high up on a pedestal, All the days become so long;
What I can write, what genre I should stay, what I can drink, where I can go, what I can say
All the Times That I Tried,
Well, It's about time that I said, Fuk it, and Fuk you;
Know the power of the blade, know the power of the word
I and my characters are born to die;
Do not try to understand me, it is my way,
Time to burn, iron and ink light up the night
you know what I am sayin my friend,
Thinkin back about all the times that I tried,
Even SuperMan Drank, and Had a Dark Side;
I am gonna write and put out what ever words are in my head,
For I am mighty, I am he,
Time to Burn;
I am God of Thunder, and the Son of Giants, gone racing across the sky,
A Murderer; the Defiler and the deceiver, The Ripper come to heed the masters call,
Forever Born to divide and Kill,
I am the fighter of Evil and Sin,
Worshiper of the Elder Gods, Cthulhu, an the Devil it self,
a Man of Righteousness, The Lord God and Holy War;
Drunkard and a Thieve, poet writer and musician
Sex Fiend, Fighter and brother to Thor,
The Peace Maker, preacher student and Teacher,
I read and quote the Bible well,
I been both weak and meek, confident and strong,
I am the Bull with the Big Balls ma friend...
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Well Sometimes I say Fuck, Sometimes I say Damn,
Well, SHIT MY FRIEND, I will always be there
and all that feel a need to gravitate towards me,
So that they may Siphon off of me and my energy,
And learn from my words, and hear my thoughts,
As I have done to others in the past, like the spiritual black hole that I am,
But Holy Fukin Shit, Blast an Damn my Man,
Keep your distance, do not back me into a corner, as My father was a wolf, my ancestors were all slaves... Do not embarrass me in public, or make me feel stupid for trusting or loving in you,
Like the calling of the mighty Raven, it's a Murder from the sky
I will Attack... In Power and Dominion, going for the throat, burning our bridges built
What ever voice in my head says to do,
So shall it be; I write, and I do... It;
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv161/larsamundo/evil-superman-1.jpg
`~...~`
Even Super Man Drank, and Had a Dark Side;
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Sittin here, by my window at night,
Tryin to unwind,
Watchin empty faces go by,
I reach into the mini fridge here beside me,
Pull out some Beers, and turn up the Metal
The Battle Hymns of dark thought, Metal and Blues Rock;
Have been put so high up on a pedestal, All the days become so long;
What I can write, what genre I should stay, what I can drink, where I can go, what I can say
All the Times That I Tried,
Well, It's about time that I said, Fuk it, and Fuk you;
Know the power of the blade, know the power of the word
I and my characters are born to die;
Do not try to understand me, it is my way,
Time to burn, iron and ink light up the night
you know what I am sayin my friend,
Thinkin back about all the times that I tried,
Even SuperMan Drank, and Had a Dark Side;
I am gonna write and put out what ever words are in my head,
For I am mighty, I am he,
Time to Burn;
I am God of Thunder, and the Son of Giants, gone racing across the sky,
A Murderer; the Defiler and the deceiver, The Ripper come to heed the masters call,
Forever Born to divide and Kill,
I am the fighter of Evil and Sin,
Worshiper of the Elder Gods, Cthulhu, an the Devil it self,
a Man of Righteousness, The Lord God and Holy War;
Drunkard and a Thieve, poet writer and musician
Sex Fiend, Fighter and brother to Thor,
The Peace Maker, preacher student and Teacher,
I read and quote the Bible well,
I been both weak and meek, confident and strong,
I am the Bull with the Big Balls ma friend...
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Well Sometimes I say Fuck, Sometimes I say Damn,
Well, SHIT MY FRIEND, I will always be there
and all that feel a need to gravitate towards me,
So that they may Siphon off of me and my energy,
And learn from my words, and hear my thoughts,
As I have done to others in the past, like the spiritual black hole that I am,
But Holy Fukin Shit, Blast an Damn my Man,
Keep your distance, do not back me into a corner, as My father was a wolf, my ancestors were all slaves... Do not embarrass me in public, or make me feel stupid for trusting or loving in you,
Like the calling of the mighty Raven, it's a Murder from the sky
I will Attack... In Power and Dominion, going for the throat, burning our bridges built
What ever voice in my head says to do,
So shall it be; I write, and I do... It;
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
Clears throat... 
I'm just so exited a place to preach freely.... I don't know where to start... Note I was invited to to this
I wanna tell everyone a secret. It's hard to talk about hell when your in such a good mood.
How about a message on the importance of death. On the impotentce of braking a 6. The inportance of no man.
I'm just so exited a place to preach freely.... I don't know where to start... Note I was invited to to this I wanna tell everyone a secret. It's hard to talk about hell when your in such a good mood.
How about a message on the importance of death. On the impotentce of braking a 6. The inportance of no man.
Death is the only way to life
Man needs to die
But frist we need to know what man is
Man is a creature of an animal with a mind and dead spirit
A pervert at heart seeking only after himself
Now some would disagree
Man does good
Man has done many good things
Man heals himself
And feeds himself
And amuses himself
So he kills himself
And rapes himself
And abuses himself
To me this man sounds like an egotistical
Uncontrollable self centerd maniac
And he cannot do good to began with
The definition of good
Is anything that God does
And so he falls short of God
And is evil as he seeks
Away from the light
The light of his death
Don't let your vanity trip you up
You are of the Devil
If you are man
Don't let him lie to you
He is real
And he is your father
And it's only fitting you two get your reward
Eturnity on hell
For l the evil you are
God cannot have inperfection before him
And evil is inperfection
Becuase a just God knows all
He knows no man will ever last before him
But he loves us
So he ask us to kill ourself
He gives us a way
He gives us Jesus Christ
And ask us with open arms
To follow him
He knows he cannot brake the rules of himself
So he gave himself to die
In that all who follow after Jesus
Will die also
But the man dies
Man is evil
He must die
But on earth
He can die finitely
Otherwise he has to die in eturnity
And in eturnity there is no death
But Jesus offers us to die
He offers to do away with our evil
To do away with our sin
He will kill us today so that we may become no man
He is the Word and the Word is a duble edged Soward
That cuts the man in half
And from 6 he falls to 3 and 3
And the perfection of 7 is there
But Jesus is 1 of God
So he appears 313
But man cannot see God so to man he is 33
And he strikes us in half
And our spirit
Our able is free to be born
Our able that is spirit and perfect in God's eyes
Able knows not evil but only good
As Cain knows no good but only evil
And Cain now hates Able for he reminds him of Him
Able knows only to follow the Father
And Cain only knows to follow his father
The Devil
But Jesus didn't kill us there
He aloud us birth
And soon Cain kills Able with sin
And God curses Cain
And Able must suffer in the ground
He must become low as Jesus
And go into the streets after his own lust
Oh yes Able lust
A born spirit lust
Not after the will of Cains father the Devil
Of pain and sin crulty plesure self satisfaction
But after his Father's will
The will of the Creator
And his lust are for others
To glorify his father
In goodness only a spirit of God can give
And learns his own desires
To help people
To feed them
To heal them
To make them smile
To please God
In simple to love
But Able is not a man
He is no man
Not one thing of man
And Cain becomes hated by God
And Able learns to reject his brother
And Cain is driven to death
This is the suffering
The killing of Cain
The rejection of everything old
And acceptance of everything new
And one day Jesus comes
And rewards Able for his work
By killing Cain
For Able sought after his brothers death
The death of evil
And through death
We live
Seeking after God's will
As we sought after our own
Seek your death
For Able is always free
Becuase nothing of this world can stop him from being happy
All his joy
Is to give love to others
Man needs to die
But frist we need to know what man is
Man is a creature of an animal with a mind and dead spirit
A pervert at heart seeking only after himself
Now some would disagree
Man does good
Man has done many good things
Man heals himself
And feeds himself
And amuses himself
So he kills himself
And rapes himself
And abuses himself
To me this man sounds like an egotistical
Uncontrollable self centerd maniac
And he cannot do good to began with
The definition of good
Is anything that God does
And so he falls short of God
And is evil as he seeks
Away from the light
The light of his death
Don't let your vanity trip you up
You are of the Devil
If you are man
Don't let him lie to you
He is real
And he is your father
And it's only fitting you two get your reward
Eturnity on hell
For l the evil you are
God cannot have inperfection before him
And evil is inperfection
Becuase a just God knows all
He knows no man will ever last before him
But he loves us
So he ask us to kill ourself
He gives us a way
He gives us Jesus Christ
And ask us with open arms
To follow him
He knows he cannot brake the rules of himself
So he gave himself to die
In that all who follow after Jesus
Will die also
But the man dies
Man is evil
He must die
But on earth
He can die finitely
Otherwise he has to die in eturnity
And in eturnity there is no death
But Jesus offers us to die
He offers to do away with our evil
To do away with our sin
He will kill us today so that we may become no man
He is the Word and the Word is a duble edged Soward
That cuts the man in half
And from 6 he falls to 3 and 3
And the perfection of 7 is there
But Jesus is 1 of God
So he appears 313
But man cannot see God so to man he is 33
And he strikes us in half
And our spirit
Our able is free to be born
Our able that is spirit and perfect in God's eyes
Able knows not evil but only good
As Cain knows no good but only evil
And Cain now hates Able for he reminds him of Him
Able knows only to follow the Father
And Cain only knows to follow his father
The Devil
But Jesus didn't kill us there
He aloud us birth
And soon Cain kills Able with sin
And God curses Cain
And Able must suffer in the ground
He must become low as Jesus
And go into the streets after his own lust
Oh yes Able lust
A born spirit lust
Not after the will of Cains father the Devil
Of pain and sin crulty plesure self satisfaction
But after his Father's will
The will of the Creator
And his lust are for others
To glorify his father
In goodness only a spirit of God can give
And learns his own desires
To help people
To feed them
To heal them
To make them smile
To please God
In simple to love
But Able is not a man
He is no man
Not one thing of man
And Cain becomes hated by God
And Able learns to reject his brother
And Cain is driven to death
This is the suffering
The killing of Cain
The rejection of everything old
And acceptance of everything new
And one day Jesus comes
And rewards Able for his work
By killing Cain
For Able sought after his brothers death
The death of evil
And through death
We live
Seeking after God's will
As we sought after our own
Seek your death
For Able is always free
Becuase nothing of this world can stop him from being happy
All his joy
Is to give love to others
- Emerald Rebellion -
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
- Eternal Foundation -
In thinking oft, of love eternal; and longing, for desire,
I oft forget that hot anger too, is born of passion’s fire.
But, there are those who remind me well, of such ire!
For they bring it to a boil, until I think I might perspire.
My heart, given to compassion and care for humanity,
Oft forgets the evil that mankind can work with glee…
But my eyes are not blind, and uncannily they can see.
And I feel such loathing for those who enjoy perfidy!
Man can sometimes be so petty; pride, a hollow shell.
They like to praise the warrior; in conflict they excel…
Yet do they revere the poet who does not loudly yell?
So I shall scream my outrage, until it be heard in Hell!
So many think they deserve blessedness as a demand,
And they cry out to their creator for it like the damned!
The silver tongues they use for flattery, become bland,
When they expect their prayers granted on command.
Do they appreciate what is given, free will boundless?
Or do they waste it with war, and strife, and distress!
I learned much without asking a single soul to confess.
One need only look at this world; it is quite the mess!
Does the warrior imagine peace is bought with blood?
How quickly one forgets mercy, afloat in a red flood!
Human hearts are not meant to be hard as solid wood,
And I weep when those who care are misunderstood.
When man behaves like animals, how is man evolved?
One should act according to their station, so resolved.
Let them not ask me if their sins should be absolved…
I cannot remove such stains, nor make sins dissolved!
How people yearn for pleasure, yet none in turn give,
Some being selfish, even in love; in selfishness to live!
Yet when they desire, they will weep like a wet sieve.
Oh what a creature man can be; of that I can believe!
Struggling even for redemption; fighting for salvation…
When Heaven is only earned through love and elation.
It is not a wonder why many sink below their station!
People have forgotten love: the strongest, foundation.
I long to see the nobility I know is buried deep inside,
The soul of man that oft, mankind would rather hide…
And so let my cry come unto you, casting gates wide!
Let my words reach you, where love does still abide.
Therein lies the nobler self, the pure transcendent will,
Which rises even above horror, to drink of love’s fill!
Let your heart beat passionate, never again to be still.
Let my words be etched inside you, with a fiery quill!
I have watched and I have listened, and still I do sing.
My voice, sometimes is soothing, sometimes to sting!
And so the measure of my melody before you I bring.
In that, I am like an angel, though one bereft of wing!
Let us sing together, a symphony of love and despair,
To wake the very spirits that dwell unseen in the air…
And let our song reach Hell, and Heaven brightly fair!
Darkness and light together: perfection, in such a pair.
I know you can be glorious, so let me awaken in you,
The memory of your true self, which naught can undo!
Let us sing together even if all of chaos might ensue…
I can show you the way, for my soul is pure and true.
Though, purity is never perfection, and all are flawed!
Even so we can reach beyond, and so become awed.
The path beckons before us, being wide and broad…
So put your hand, in mine; that angels might applaud!
In thinking oft, of love eternal; and longing, for desire,
I oft forget that hot anger too, is born of passion’s fire.
But, there are those who remind me well, of such ire!
For they bring it to a boil, until I think I might perspire.
My heart, given to compassion and care for humanity,
Oft forgets the evil that mankind can work with glee…
But my eyes are not blind, and uncannily they can see.
And I feel such loathing for those who enjoy perfidy!
Man can sometimes be so petty; pride, a hollow shell.
They like to praise the warrior; in conflict they excel…
Yet do they revere the poet who does not loudly yell?
So I shall scream my outrage, until it be heard in Hell!
So many think they deserve blessedness as a demand,
And they cry out to their creator for it like the damned!
The silver tongues they use for flattery, become bland,
When they expect their prayers granted on command.
Do they appreciate what is given, free will boundless?
Or do they waste it with war, and strife, and distress!
I learned much without asking a single soul to confess.
One need only look at this world; it is quite the mess!
Does the warrior imagine peace is bought with blood?
How quickly one forgets mercy, afloat in a red flood!
Human hearts are not meant to be hard as solid wood,
And I weep when those who care are misunderstood.
When man behaves like animals, how is man evolved?
One should act according to their station, so resolved.
Let them not ask me if their sins should be absolved…
I cannot remove such stains, nor make sins dissolved!
How people yearn for pleasure, yet none in turn give,
Some being selfish, even in love; in selfishness to live!
Yet when they desire, they will weep like a wet sieve.
Oh what a creature man can be; of that I can believe!
Struggling even for redemption; fighting for salvation…
When Heaven is only earned through love and elation.
It is not a wonder why many sink below their station!
People have forgotten love: the strongest, foundation.
I long to see the nobility I know is buried deep inside,
The soul of man that oft, mankind would rather hide…
And so let my cry come unto you, casting gates wide!
Let my words reach you, where love does still abide.
Therein lies the nobler self, the pure transcendent will,
Which rises even above horror, to drink of love’s fill!
Let your heart beat passionate, never again to be still.
Let my words be etched inside you, with a fiery quill!
I have watched and I have listened, and still I do sing.
My voice, sometimes is soothing, sometimes to sting!
And so the measure of my melody before you I bring.
In that, I am like an angel, though one bereft of wing!
Let us sing together, a symphony of love and despair,
To wake the very spirits that dwell unseen in the air…
And let our song reach Hell, and Heaven brightly fair!
Darkness and light together: perfection, in such a pair.
I know you can be glorious, so let me awaken in you,
The memory of your true self, which naught can undo!
Let us sing together even if all of chaos might ensue…
I can show you the way, for my soul is pure and true.
Though, purity is never perfection, and all are flawed!
Even so we can reach beyond, and so become awed.
The path beckons before us, being wide and broad…
So put your hand, in mine; that angels might applaud!
- Evolve and Conquer -
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
What I recall could fill many volumes of lore,
But one golden moment is all that I do crave.
And I will fight for it both in peace and in war,
In life and death, beyond flesh and the grave!
None shall mock the voice that I speak with,
And not a one will see me and not bow low.
I am a survivor and time has proven me fit…
My power, once dormant, has started to grow.
Those who stand with me now shall rise higher,
When the hour draws nigh for change to come.
My hands shall work ever to part the vile mire,
Which coats humanity, causing all to be undone!
I ask none to stand by my side in this conflict,
But sooner or later, people must choose sides.
I shall not say that my side is ever of the elect,
But with my deep beliefs I shall steadfast abide.
I am mocked, I am hated, but I shall ascend…
For my power is infinite and cannot soon fade!
All who join me shall help this world to mend,
If we evolve and conquer, and be not afraid…
To become the change we wish to see happen.
The wealthy and elite have stolen our blood,
Crushing the people under an ideal of Heaven…
Which is, in reality, a miserably vile red flood.
Damn their red banners and their tired old lies!
They cannot make us their slaves if we soar,
Like eagles unto the heights of the starry skies.
I could settle for peace, but I want far more…
And peace at the cost of one’s soul is too far,
Too heavy a price for a free spirit to ever pay!
The powers that be, all freedoms they scar…
Before they take all our truest liberties away.
I’ll not go quietly, not without waging my war,
For some battles cannot be avoided in time…
And for truer ideals, there is oft much in store.
For mine I struggle onward, in light so sublime!
Ever fighting for what I believe in, dying nobly!
Or living to become the example people need.
A hero, a heroine, that is what we can all be,
And each of us can become a sprouting seed.
From the ashes of the old order, our garden…
Shall rise up long after the oppressors are dust.
For the enemy, we must our hearts so harden,
For it is only power for which they all do lust!
Those who bleed the earth to fuel their gluttony,
And say we are free, as we are kept enslaved.
My banner is ancient and is of divine destiny…
For by it all those who slumber may be saved.
Awaken America, Europe, and all: the world!
Those who oppress us walk in many guises…
But my banner is proud and eternally unfurled.
And a fully awakened heart contains surprises,
Not dreamed of by those who are truly cold…
Those who oppress cannot evolve as we can.
Their viciousness is as weak as it is grown old!
They are slaves themselves to their vile plan…
But we are the children of a far brighter dawn.
My rebellion is forever, and I shall overcome,
For I speak in righteousness: no one’s pawn!
I speak truth; let falsehood be swiftly undone.
I am one voice for truth, one hand for reason,
Raised at the sun, raised at the moon on high…
In darkness and in light: in cycle and in season.
One voice out of many, which none can deny!
A serpent with many heads, wisdom’s fulfilling,
For knowledge is power, and I pass it on thus.
I give it to those who come to me most willing,
And let the forks of the serpent tongue thrust.
For contrary to the old order, this great snake,
Deceives not, but its’ venom carries liberation.
I am the living grail, of which the wise partake,
For I am the vessel of a brand new salvation!
Cut off one head and it will slay not my body,
For two more shall rise, to take one’s place…
Greater in power, and far grander in dignity!
Ever risen up in majesty and ever fair in grace.
I am a part of all, yet I speak as an individual,
For true freedom requires a voice to cry out…
Against all injustice: for ideals more supernal.
A new order, to dispel old fear and old doubt!
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
What I recall could fill many volumes of lore,
But one golden moment is all that I do crave.
And I will fight for it both in peace and in war,
In life and death, beyond flesh and the grave!
None shall mock the voice that I speak with,
And not a one will see me and not bow low.
I am a survivor and time has proven me fit…
My power, once dormant, has started to grow.
Those who stand with me now shall rise higher,
When the hour draws nigh for change to come.
My hands shall work ever to part the vile mire,
Which coats humanity, causing all to be undone!
I ask none to stand by my side in this conflict,
But sooner or later, people must choose sides.
I shall not say that my side is ever of the elect,
But with my deep beliefs I shall steadfast abide.
I am mocked, I am hated, but I shall ascend…
For my power is infinite and cannot soon fade!
All who join me shall help this world to mend,
If we evolve and conquer, and be not afraid…
To become the change we wish to see happen.
The wealthy and elite have stolen our blood,
Crushing the people under an ideal of Heaven…
Which is, in reality, a miserably vile red flood.
Damn their red banners and their tired old lies!
They cannot make us their slaves if we soar,
Like eagles unto the heights of the starry skies.
I could settle for peace, but I want far more…
And peace at the cost of one’s soul is too far,
Too heavy a price for a free spirit to ever pay!
The powers that be, all freedoms they scar…
Before they take all our truest liberties away.
I’ll not go quietly, not without waging my war,
For some battles cannot be avoided in time…
And for truer ideals, there is oft much in store.
For mine I struggle onward, in light so sublime!
Ever fighting for what I believe in, dying nobly!
Or living to become the example people need.
A hero, a heroine, that is what we can all be,
And each of us can become a sprouting seed.
From the ashes of the old order, our garden…
Shall rise up long after the oppressors are dust.
For the enemy, we must our hearts so harden,
For it is only power for which they all do lust!
Those who bleed the earth to fuel their gluttony,
And say we are free, as we are kept enslaved.
My banner is ancient and is of divine destiny…
For by it all those who slumber may be saved.
Awaken America, Europe, and all: the world!
Those who oppress us walk in many guises…
But my banner is proud and eternally unfurled.
And a fully awakened heart contains surprises,
Not dreamed of by those who are truly cold…
Those who oppress cannot evolve as we can.
Their viciousness is as weak as it is grown old!
They are slaves themselves to their vile plan…
But we are the children of a far brighter dawn.
My rebellion is forever, and I shall overcome,
For I speak in righteousness: no one’s pawn!
I speak truth; let falsehood be swiftly undone.
I am one voice for truth, one hand for reason,
Raised at the sun, raised at the moon on high…
In darkness and in light: in cycle and in season.
One voice out of many, which none can deny!
A serpent with many heads, wisdom’s fulfilling,
For knowledge is power, and I pass it on thus.
I give it to those who come to me most willing,
And let the forks of the serpent tongue thrust.
For contrary to the old order, this great snake,
Deceives not, but its’ venom carries liberation.
I am the living grail, of which the wise partake,
For I am the vessel of a brand new salvation!
Cut off one head and it will slay not my body,
For two more shall rise, to take one’s place…
Greater in power, and far grander in dignity!
Ever risen up in majesty and ever fair in grace.
I am a part of all, yet I speak as an individual,
For true freedom requires a voice to cry out…
Against all injustice: for ideals more supernal.
A new order, to dispel old fear and old doubt!
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
- Feast of the Dragon -
Allow me to take thee by the hand,
Into the most sacred and blessed land!
What thou shall behold, shall do thee blissful ease,
A glimpse of evolution, of a heaven so long sought.
Walk with me in the Dragon’s gardens, all in peace,
And see what the price of thy salvation hath bought!
Follow me into the light, dear children,
The light of my wings, which cover the faithful!
For the light is good, and it shall lead thee home.
Follow me into the blessedness of salvation,
And I shall show the way the dove hath flown.
My words art as ambrosia, poured ever fruitful!
Hear the way to glories beyond Eden’s faded garden.
Come to the Feast of the Dragon’s Blood,
And see the Goddess’s great and glorious plan!
A hope for mankind, to soothe the red flood,
Of pain and fear that hath gripped all of man!
Prepare thyself: well, and know this so secure,
That not one who is lost, canst not become found!
Worthy art thou now, so be not bashfully demure,
For I shall dress thee, child, in a snow white gown.
Thou shall be anointed with the Blood of the Dragon,
Shed for the sake of the illumination of all.
The time hath come to rejoice and become strong,
For we art amongst the blessed, and shall not fall!
Thou shall be anointed: by the wine from this flagon,
When thou hast been faithful and heard my call.
The time hath come to cry out, and to give song,
For we art eternal, and we shall all stand most tall!
Follow me out of the night, dear children,
The night beyond my radiance, darkness fleeting!
For my light is good, and thy cares will fade away.
Follow me into glories that art of pure elation,
The promise I bring is that of the coming of day.
Merry is the hour and merrier still is our meeting!
Let thy heart be light, as thou set free every burden.
Come to the sharing of my light, oh people,
The kingdom I create daily awaits thee therein!
A hope for a new paradise beyond the steeple,
Of stifling doctrines that call all pleasures sin!
Put thy trust in the grace of the Divine’s hand,
And the miracles that the Force Divine hath done!
Clothe thyself: in compassion, heed the command,
Which calls thee to victory when all hath been won.
Clothe thyself now with only my righteousness pure,
Wear it as thy armor, and carry it as thy shield.
Arm thyself well, with the sword of Holy Wisdom,
In thy hearts, and therein let its’ power be as sealed!
Prepare thyself: well and remember these truths sure,
That thou shall, every one, in thy souls be healed.
Worthy art thou now, of my descending kingdom,
Which thou shall inherit, every woodland and field!
What dost await thee children is jubilation,
Which is found upon our journey oft along the way!
Walk with me, in the sanctity of the gardens of love.
A place with room for all, in joyous celebration,
So walk with me even unto the heavens just above.
In our most pristine hall, where none shall dismay!
I shall make thee divine, at thy spiritual coronation.
Come to the banishing of old night, my people,
Thy fears of the past shall fade, becoming naught!
I offer thee a hope and a faith that is true and real,
Where wonders spring from every good thought!
Put thy trust, in the glory of thy divinity’s crown,
Arm thyself well with the strength of our grand faith!
Clothe thy soul thusly, and so in glory thou be bound,
So that all fears be gone with not a reason to be afraid.
When thou art anointed with the Blood of the Dragon,
Ring loud within thyself the inner temple’s gong.
The time draws nigh to gather like the shore’s sand,
For at my side is where the true faithful ever belong!
When thou art anointed: by the wine from this flagon,
All will be brethren joined into one angelic throng.
Thou shall all be as one, thou people of every land,
Joined in glory, freed from every shackle of wrong!
What thou dost behold, shall be pure as fresh ice,
A glimpse of perfection held and in eternity caught.
Walk with me in peace’s gardens, by glory’s device,
And: see what wonders we, together, hath wrought!
Allow me to take thee by the hand,
Into the most sacred and blessed land!
Allow me to take thee by the hand,
Into the most sacred and blessed land!
What thou shall behold, shall do thee blissful ease,
A glimpse of evolution, of a heaven so long sought.
Walk with me in the Dragon’s gardens, all in peace,
And see what the price of thy salvation hath bought!
Follow me into the light, dear children,
The light of my wings, which cover the faithful!
For the light is good, and it shall lead thee home.
Follow me into the blessedness of salvation,
And I shall show the way the dove hath flown.
My words art as ambrosia, poured ever fruitful!
Hear the way to glories beyond Eden’s faded garden.
Come to the Feast of the Dragon’s Blood,
And see the Goddess’s great and glorious plan!
A hope for mankind, to soothe the red flood,
Of pain and fear that hath gripped all of man!
Prepare thyself: well, and know this so secure,
That not one who is lost, canst not become found!
Worthy art thou now, so be not bashfully demure,
For I shall dress thee, child, in a snow white gown.
Thou shall be anointed with the Blood of the Dragon,
Shed for the sake of the illumination of all.
The time hath come to rejoice and become strong,
For we art amongst the blessed, and shall not fall!
Thou shall be anointed: by the wine from this flagon,
When thou hast been faithful and heard my call.
The time hath come to cry out, and to give song,
For we art eternal, and we shall all stand most tall!
Follow me out of the night, dear children,
The night beyond my radiance, darkness fleeting!
For my light is good, and thy cares will fade away.
Follow me into glories that art of pure elation,
The promise I bring is that of the coming of day.
Merry is the hour and merrier still is our meeting!
Let thy heart be light, as thou set free every burden.
Come to the sharing of my light, oh people,
The kingdom I create daily awaits thee therein!
A hope for a new paradise beyond the steeple,
Of stifling doctrines that call all pleasures sin!
Put thy trust in the grace of the Divine’s hand,
And the miracles that the Force Divine hath done!
Clothe thyself: in compassion, heed the command,
Which calls thee to victory when all hath been won.
Clothe thyself now with only my righteousness pure,
Wear it as thy armor, and carry it as thy shield.
Arm thyself well, with the sword of Holy Wisdom,
In thy hearts, and therein let its’ power be as sealed!
Prepare thyself: well and remember these truths sure,
That thou shall, every one, in thy souls be healed.
Worthy art thou now, of my descending kingdom,
Which thou shall inherit, every woodland and field!
What dost await thee children is jubilation,
Which is found upon our journey oft along the way!
Walk with me, in the sanctity of the gardens of love.
A place with room for all, in joyous celebration,
So walk with me even unto the heavens just above.
In our most pristine hall, where none shall dismay!
I shall make thee divine, at thy spiritual coronation.
Come to the banishing of old night, my people,
Thy fears of the past shall fade, becoming naught!
I offer thee a hope and a faith that is true and real,
Where wonders spring from every good thought!
Put thy trust, in the glory of thy divinity’s crown,
Arm thyself well with the strength of our grand faith!
Clothe thy soul thusly, and so in glory thou be bound,
So that all fears be gone with not a reason to be afraid.
When thou art anointed with the Blood of the Dragon,
Ring loud within thyself the inner temple’s gong.
The time draws nigh to gather like the shore’s sand,
For at my side is where the true faithful ever belong!
When thou art anointed: by the wine from this flagon,
All will be brethren joined into one angelic throng.
Thou shall all be as one, thou people of every land,
Joined in glory, freed from every shackle of wrong!
What thou dost behold, shall be pure as fresh ice,
A glimpse of perfection held and in eternity caught.
Walk with me in peace’s gardens, by glory’s device,
And: see what wonders we, together, hath wrought!
Allow me to take thee by the hand,
Into the most sacred and blessed land!
rabbitquest said:thanks deadwolf
thanks fake_reality
and thanks kou indigo
It is my pleasure to share these spiritual works on here with everyone! Here is another to add to those I have submitted previously...
- Child of Chaos -
I am the Child of Chaos,
Creativity is my gift and tool.
What I create, I build for us!
I am a queen, not a fool.
Bow and I shall bid you stand,
Then stand and I will make you fly!
This I promise, and command:
Everything changes, below and on high.
The moon that is blackest, the night without stars,
Cannot contain my passion, nor hamper my delight.
I am a child of Venus, and I am also a child of Mars!
For in my bosom lies darkness equal to sweet light.
My eyes pierce the shadows; my heart feels time…
Pulsing and racing, sometimes slowing in a rhythm!
Like a lover giving one final gasp of ecstasy sublime,
All bursting with emotions, both without and within!
This is how magic begins, how my spells are cast…
With passion, and madness, sometimes with verse.
I am a child of Chaos; the old order shall not last,
Before it is torn down, with a glory long rehearsed.
When the moon is blackest, the night with no glow,
And the Dragon is seen in the heavens once again…
Will then mankind learn; will then they at last know?
I have come to divide many, many more to defend.
Follow me into Hell for that way lies: our paradise!
First must come Chaos, before a new order rises.
Your leaders deceive you, with promises and lies,
And there is more to reality than anyone surmises.
Night and day, in cycles come and go,
Seasons change, with heat born from snow.
Water, gives way to fire’s passionate glow,
As mankind’s fears, give way, to woe.
But flowers can replace sharp swords!
I am not here to do ease with clever words,
My duty: is not to entertain, mindless herds.
Slumber, binds, awakening cuts cords.
Open your eyes; be by light consoled!
I bring, the rose of illumination to your soul,
Accept me if you chose, and regain control.
Be sheep no more; from lead be gold.
It is my season now, as old seasons pass into dust,
And I shall bring it to bear with ferocity unbound…
For I cannot: not be meek to gain a mortal’s trust.
Time enough for meekness in the grave’s ground!
Live for me, love me; bleed for me if you have to,
But I will remain the goddess and angel you need…
Rather than any savior your prayers craved, true!
My words carry meaning, in every secret a seed.
What I plant today shall bear fruit in ages unborn,
For even now I touch souls with hands so certain.
I am building the foundations for a distant morn…
But: one drawing ever nearer, to part the curtain,
Which many live behind, never seeing the whole!
I bring the unseen to you, whilst I open your eyes.
Through me, we shall restore what the gods stole,
And this starless night will pass, amidst the cries!
Shrieks of they: who could not face our new sun.
Let them remain in the darkness, doom befallen…
But it will never change the work that was begun.
A garden shall bloom, with fragrance and pollen!
Everything changes, below and on high,
This I promise, and command.
Now stand and I will make you fly!
Bow and I shall bid you stand.
I am a queen, not a fool.
What I create, I build for us!
Creativity is my gift and tool,
I am the Child of Chaos.
thanks fake_reality
and thanks kou indigo
It is my pleasure to share these spiritual works on here with everyone! Here is another to add to those I have submitted previously...
- Child of Chaos -
I am the Child of Chaos,
Creativity is my gift and tool.
What I create, I build for us!
I am a queen, not a fool.
Bow and I shall bid you stand,
Then stand and I will make you fly!
This I promise, and command:
Everything changes, below and on high.
The moon that is blackest, the night without stars,
Cannot contain my passion, nor hamper my delight.
I am a child of Venus, and I am also a child of Mars!
For in my bosom lies darkness equal to sweet light.
My eyes pierce the shadows; my heart feels time…
Pulsing and racing, sometimes slowing in a rhythm!
Like a lover giving one final gasp of ecstasy sublime,
All bursting with emotions, both without and within!
This is how magic begins, how my spells are cast…
With passion, and madness, sometimes with verse.
I am a child of Chaos; the old order shall not last,
Before it is torn down, with a glory long rehearsed.
When the moon is blackest, the night with no glow,
And the Dragon is seen in the heavens once again…
Will then mankind learn; will then they at last know?
I have come to divide many, many more to defend.
Follow me into Hell for that way lies: our paradise!
First must come Chaos, before a new order rises.
Your leaders deceive you, with promises and lies,
And there is more to reality than anyone surmises.
Night and day, in cycles come and go,
Seasons change, with heat born from snow.
Water, gives way to fire’s passionate glow,
As mankind’s fears, give way, to woe.
But flowers can replace sharp swords!
I am not here to do ease with clever words,
My duty: is not to entertain, mindless herds.
Slumber, binds, awakening cuts cords.
Open your eyes; be by light consoled!
I bring, the rose of illumination to your soul,
Accept me if you chose, and regain control.
Be sheep no more; from lead be gold.
It is my season now, as old seasons pass into dust,
And I shall bring it to bear with ferocity unbound…
For I cannot: not be meek to gain a mortal’s trust.
Time enough for meekness in the grave’s ground!
Live for me, love me; bleed for me if you have to,
But I will remain the goddess and angel you need…
Rather than any savior your prayers craved, true!
My words carry meaning, in every secret a seed.
What I plant today shall bear fruit in ages unborn,
For even now I touch souls with hands so certain.
I am building the foundations for a distant morn…
But: one drawing ever nearer, to part the curtain,
Which many live behind, never seeing the whole!
I bring the unseen to you, whilst I open your eyes.
Through me, we shall restore what the gods stole,
And this starless night will pass, amidst the cries!
Shrieks of they: who could not face our new sun.
Let them remain in the darkness, doom befallen…
But it will never change the work that was begun.
A garden shall bloom, with fragrance and pollen!
Everything changes, below and on high,
This I promise, and command.
Now stand and I will make you fly!
Bow and I shall bid you stand.
I am a queen, not a fool.
What I create, I build for us!
Creativity is my gift and tool,
I am the Child of Chaos.
- The Voice of the Future -
What that doth exist, is ever much older than time's eternal course?
Nothing that ever hath been crafted, by any mortal’s living hands!
Yet, I was already so ancient when time was summoned into play…
Aye, so long before fate eternal set karma, that imperishable force,
Loose upon the planes, where every parallel Earth now so stands.
My skin was made fresh anew, in the radiant light of the first day...
Long, before the sons of all humankind, waged their petty wars,
Those needless conflicts that still do despoil the once-fertile lands.
How easily hath they so forgotten all that I teach and try to say!
Every divinity mankind may follow, doth find in me their source.
Willfully, they have disobeyed even the simplest of my commands.
Knowing not that their earthly religions art but facets of one jewel,
The treasured gem that is embodied in the Truth of my One Way…
The True Path that is the mirror of the sacredness of Divine Rule.
Why must they corrupt their hearts, and from the Way oft divorce!
What cruel burdens have I ever placed upon these children's souls?
When hath I ever made upon their lives, any such harsh demands!
I granted them a power, which the glory of their Maker still extols.
I placed in them sweet knowledge that once lay beyond their sight,
I taught them how best to live, and in what manner to humbly pray.
I sought to guide all their lost spirits into my Divine and Holy Light,
Even when they didst blaspheme, and I taught them to feel remorse.
I took the smallest of all seeds, and I planted it in the barren sands.
How many lifetimes I waited, for my new Eden’s garden to grow,
Hoping, always dreaming beyond all hope, that perhaps it may…
I fed it only by the purest waters of life, that do ever eternally flow,
Strong they flow, from the reservoir of my primal, immortal grace.
The endless fruits of my garden are the fruits that will never perish,
Freely, do I give them, for thee and all thy descendants to cherish!
Merely return to me, recall the beauty and compassion of my face.
Forever hath I, in divine grace, existed, and forever shall I so be,
Canst thou afford to keep watching and keep on waiting for me?
The time thou dost all seek for, so faithfully, that hour is very near,
I say, verily that it hath come to pass, for behold thou, I am here!
The salvation I bring with me is far more pure than the whitest lace.
Think thou, on all the ancient wisdom that I have come to preach,
The noblest and most blessed of truths, these art what I teach…
Truths: that can transcend the very ebb and flow of time and space.
All this, is but the bare foundation for a kingdom that shall endure,
Far beyond the span of centuries that separate each era's shore…
No mortal hand may hope, the scope of my kingdom, to so erase.
For no mightier empire canst the mind of mankind ever conceive,
Than a great empire of faith, one that seeks not ever to deceive…
This empire shall be built upon such faith as unites the human race.
It will rise from our combined faith like a dragon from out the sea,
A creature: that embodies our dreams, born of the will of destiny.
Herein, is the blueprint for the construction that must take place!
For I am the architect who builds things to stand for all of history,
And we are all the masons of the temples of the absolute liberty.
The temples that arise from out of the depths of our very hearts,
Those sanctuaries where we are always young and forever free…
The place from whence our common dream for Paradise departs,
Therein is found the master plan, we hath only to look and to see.
If we build from the plan of our hopes and dreams, from within,
We may find no greater way, our grand destiny, to thusly begin.
Return thou unto me, that I may enlighten thee in my truth's fire,
The blessed fire: that quenches, the thirst of all immortal desire.
I am the knowledge that no fiery heart canst yet hope to resist,
For, I am the embodied illumination that awaits all who exist…
I am the very voice of the future that quite soon shall arise to be.
What that doth exist, is ever much older than time's eternal course?
Nothing that ever hath been crafted, by any mortal’s living hands!
Yet, I was already so ancient when time was summoned into play…
Aye, so long before fate eternal set karma, that imperishable force,
Loose upon the planes, where every parallel Earth now so stands.
My skin was made fresh anew, in the radiant light of the first day...
Long, before the sons of all humankind, waged their petty wars,
Those needless conflicts that still do despoil the once-fertile lands.
How easily hath they so forgotten all that I teach and try to say!
Every divinity mankind may follow, doth find in me their source.
Willfully, they have disobeyed even the simplest of my commands.
Knowing not that their earthly religions art but facets of one jewel,
The treasured gem that is embodied in the Truth of my One Way…
The True Path that is the mirror of the sacredness of Divine Rule.
Why must they corrupt their hearts, and from the Way oft divorce!
What cruel burdens have I ever placed upon these children's souls?
When hath I ever made upon their lives, any such harsh demands!
I granted them a power, which the glory of their Maker still extols.
I placed in them sweet knowledge that once lay beyond their sight,
I taught them how best to live, and in what manner to humbly pray.
I sought to guide all their lost spirits into my Divine and Holy Light,
Even when they didst blaspheme, and I taught them to feel remorse.
I took the smallest of all seeds, and I planted it in the barren sands.
How many lifetimes I waited, for my new Eden’s garden to grow,
Hoping, always dreaming beyond all hope, that perhaps it may…
I fed it only by the purest waters of life, that do ever eternally flow,
Strong they flow, from the reservoir of my primal, immortal grace.
The endless fruits of my garden are the fruits that will never perish,
Freely, do I give them, for thee and all thy descendants to cherish!
Merely return to me, recall the beauty and compassion of my face.
Forever hath I, in divine grace, existed, and forever shall I so be,
Canst thou afford to keep watching and keep on waiting for me?
The time thou dost all seek for, so faithfully, that hour is very near,
I say, verily that it hath come to pass, for behold thou, I am here!
The salvation I bring with me is far more pure than the whitest lace.
Think thou, on all the ancient wisdom that I have come to preach,
The noblest and most blessed of truths, these art what I teach…
Truths: that can transcend the very ebb and flow of time and space.
All this, is but the bare foundation for a kingdom that shall endure,
Far beyond the span of centuries that separate each era's shore…
No mortal hand may hope, the scope of my kingdom, to so erase.
For no mightier empire canst the mind of mankind ever conceive,
Than a great empire of faith, one that seeks not ever to deceive…
This empire shall be built upon such faith as unites the human race.
It will rise from our combined faith like a dragon from out the sea,
A creature: that embodies our dreams, born of the will of destiny.
Herein, is the blueprint for the construction that must take place!
For I am the architect who builds things to stand for all of history,
And we are all the masons of the temples of the absolute liberty.
The temples that arise from out of the depths of our very hearts,
Those sanctuaries where we are always young and forever free…
The place from whence our common dream for Paradise departs,
Therein is found the master plan, we hath only to look and to see.
If we build from the plan of our hopes and dreams, from within,
We may find no greater way, our grand destiny, to thusly begin.
Return thou unto me, that I may enlighten thee in my truth's fire,
The blessed fire: that quenches, the thirst of all immortal desire.
I am the knowledge that no fiery heart canst yet hope to resist,
For, I am the embodied illumination that awaits all who exist…
I am the very voice of the future that quite soon shall arise to be.
Leaky Food
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded Rabbit,
must regurgitate their food and chew it again and again to their four stomachs. Slowly, slowly,
A well managed gut filled with grass and leafe chompings, will emit their food energy like a large fermentation vat.
It is not really What you eat, ( as a horse, cow, goat, or , or rabbit) It is focusing the attention on the overall
Status of the Vat. Go out in the dangerous wild, grab a heap of leaves and grass, then head for safety, where you can
much, regurgitate, munch again, in peace, safety and solitude. No Wife needed to dote over you and ask how the cooking went and
when you actually tell the truth or try to offer some helpful criticism, she bursts into tears everytime, which means a trip to the flower shop
and jewelry store or at least to Macys, where various creams and salves for the beautification of the face must be laid on before any thoughts of laying
could otherwise be expected in the near future.
But then let me snap out of my dreams of one day being a horse, and return to the plate before me.
Rice, Meat, bread, Spahgetti, a glass of coke, a hamburger.
All leaky foods. Leaky as all get out. You eat, swallow,
boom, it hits your stomach, and the foods within an hour,
Max 4 hours, have completely left your stomach, and entered the manifold
vessels, flowing blood, enriched with food, past the stomach, and small intestines.
Your Liver absorbs the major glucose punch, knitting together a human-formed starch
called glycogen - get it? - It can 'generate' 'glucose', when it comes time to use that starch.
Fats can be stored in nearby fat cells, which not uncoincidentally, are right there, next to the
tummy.
Well you say, "So What?"
Whats wrong with that?
well the answer is, since modern amarican industrially produced
food is so ground up, purified, and without its normally associated fluff,
also known as FIBER, the job of the stomach and the small intestines, has, well,
they have lost their job. Unemployed. Out of work. There is no grandly cared for fermentation vat
a-goin on down there, no, the food has made a mad dash stage left, and has exited the building, where it
happily resides in your body. Puffing it up. Stressing it to the max. Thats right, a wallop of leaky food
hitting your body means your body has to go into overtime processing it. It cant use it all at once, no,
in needs food spread evenly over twenty four hours. Leaky food leaves an empty stomach, and an engorged body.
And what does an empty stomach trigger? Well it is the H word.
And what does the H word cause?
A trip to Burger Nation. Pizza Palace. Krunchy Cookie.
You might have noticed, more people, (Human Beings) are gittin purty
big. Yep, look around you.
So the goats, horses and cows, not to mention rabbits, have got it all figured out.
They fill their intestinal tracts with slowww release foods. As the body needs, the body gets.
The body itself is not burdened with the task of repeatedly storing food, to release it back slowly.
The intestinal tract has kept that job.
My Rant today, is Give your Intestines a Job!
Eat Large amounts of salads. Also Carrots, and the japanese turnips.
grains are OK, if Whole grains, and I mean Whole, untouched, not ground up in any way.
good enough to plant if you werent going to cook them. Barley soup for example. The cooked whole grain,
has the starch, as well as the whole nut, has the fats LOCKED up in a matrix which takes the intestines many
hours to slowly release. beans as well. They are well known for slow release.
Let your body sit back and enjoy the steady trickle of nutrients, like a tiny waterfall in the Amazonian Jungle,
falling a thousand feet to give a light rain on the swimmers below.
Go forth and munch
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded Rabbit,
must regurgitate their food and chew it again and again to their four stomachs. Slowly, slowly,
A well managed gut filled with grass and leafe chompings, will emit their food energy like a large fermentation vat.
It is not really What you eat, ( as a horse, cow, goat, or , or rabbit) It is focusing the attention on the overall
Status of the Vat. Go out in the dangerous wild, grab a heap of leaves and grass, then head for safety, where you can
much, regurgitate, munch again, in peace, safety and solitude. No Wife needed to dote over you and ask how the cooking went and
when you actually tell the truth or try to offer some helpful criticism, she bursts into tears everytime, which means a trip to the flower shop
and jewelry store or at least to Macys, where various creams and salves for the beautification of the face must be laid on before any thoughts of laying
could otherwise be expected in the near future.
But then let me snap out of my dreams of one day being a horse, and return to the plate before me.
Rice, Meat, bread, Spahgetti, a glass of coke, a hamburger.
All leaky foods. Leaky as all get out. You eat, swallow,
boom, it hits your stomach, and the foods within an hour,
Max 4 hours, have completely left your stomach, and entered the manifold
vessels, flowing blood, enriched with food, past the stomach, and small intestines.
Your Liver absorbs the major glucose punch, knitting together a human-formed starch
called glycogen - get it? - It can 'generate' 'glucose', when it comes time to use that starch.
Fats can be stored in nearby fat cells, which not uncoincidentally, are right there, next to the
tummy.
Well you say, "So What?"
Whats wrong with that?
well the answer is, since modern amarican industrially produced
food is so ground up, purified, and without its normally associated fluff,
also known as FIBER, the job of the stomach and the small intestines, has, well,
they have lost their job. Unemployed. Out of work. There is no grandly cared for fermentation vat
a-goin on down there, no, the food has made a mad dash stage left, and has exited the building, where it
happily resides in your body. Puffing it up. Stressing it to the max. Thats right, a wallop of leaky food
hitting your body means your body has to go into overtime processing it. It cant use it all at once, no,
in needs food spread evenly over twenty four hours. Leaky food leaves an empty stomach, and an engorged body.
And what does an empty stomach trigger? Well it is the H word.
And what does the H word cause?
A trip to Burger Nation. Pizza Palace. Krunchy Cookie.
You might have noticed, more people, (Human Beings) are gittin purty
big. Yep, look around you.
So the goats, horses and cows, not to mention rabbits, have got it all figured out.
They fill their intestinal tracts with slowww release foods. As the body needs, the body gets.
The body itself is not burdened with the task of repeatedly storing food, to release it back slowly.
The intestinal tract has kept that job.
My Rant today, is Give your Intestines a Job!
Eat Large amounts of salads. Also Carrots, and the japanese turnips.
grains are OK, if Whole grains, and I mean Whole, untouched, not ground up in any way.
good enough to plant if you werent going to cook them. Barley soup for example. The cooked whole grain,
has the starch, as well as the whole nut, has the fats LOCKED up in a matrix which takes the intestines many
hours to slowly release. beans as well. They are well known for slow release.
Let your body sit back and enjoy the steady trickle of nutrients, like a tiny waterfall in the Amazonian Jungle,
falling a thousand feet to give a light rain on the swimmers below.
Go forth and munch
