Spiritual Spills of a Supernatural nature

i pray for blood
    and the blood will be given back to you    
and the blood will feed you  
   
   
   
   
   
four magpies;  
i will plant you under the cherry-tree  
next year the fruit will drip as if swollen with dew  
full maroon    
not like the bed-rest yellow  
i have seen    
   
and the blood will be given back to you  
   
let me then feed my appetite  
i approach bent  
crouched and peering as if to a wild animal  
clawed earth in my nails  
ground seeds in my teeth  
   
for spit;  
   
under the cloud-cover, come  
like a sister whispering secrets  
to me  
   
under this roof    
by the candle i have lit  
   
under this plate of bone  
like a breath of soft palate  
   
beside me like a mother  
your hands on my slippery heart  
   
   
and the blood will feed you  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 

The Philosophy Behind Religions    
The universe to serve your Deity comes with various personal decisions      
Ancient of Days, Father/Abba, Most High, Elohim, El-Shaddai, Yahweh, Allah, God, Jehovah and Adonai, and Abba just to name a few      
Whenever you kneel and pray, it’s your King, you give spiritual credence too      
     
If one’s soul yearns to get to a Heavenly resting place      
Then one must find a way on earth to remain humble among falling grace      
If so, then why are we separated by gradations of who we pray to on our knees      
Spiritual enlighten doesn’t come with certain elements of insensitive degrees      
Isn’t the common goal to get to Heaven, for me, as well as for you      
Can you imagine the Creator sifting through earth, weaning out the wretched fools      
      
No stipulations must be found to exercise earthly love      
Slaughters of the innocence, Suicide bombings, Polygamy, nothing to make light of      
Certainly that creed of the mind is not ordained from above      
Separatism in the Bible have been centuries foretold      
Roman, Jerusalem, stone cities once patrolled      
Pontius Pilate and Caiaphas doctrines consoled      
Laws dictated to the masses to control      
Son of the Father nailed who was sent to save lost souls      
      
Found in a land once in time      
Rulers preferred to incorporate blind eyes      
The greater evil’s demise, forgiven, stepped aside to all, a surprise met with loud outcries      
Preaching perfection      
World peace and healing affirmations, non-discriminatory in selections      
Three days of resurrection      
In remembrance, is now our benediction from the blood of spiritual rejection      
The foundation of spiritual awareness is its connection      
Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites, and the Jebusites      
All had Heaven within their sights      
      
Centuries later, of a world deemed old      
The Ten Commandants is what the masses has now reaped to sow      
Land wars over grounds to claim, makes one go insane      
Does it matter to anyone, no one controls the sun, the moon, or the rains      
Bombs bursting in air      
Tears, confusion, in the name of religious despair      
It never gave truth through the night      
Not unless we hold hands, peace is not won through religion fights      
That our flag was still there      
Surrender your soul, only God’s words we should adopt to care      
      
Atheists, within your mental rights      
I cannot ever fathom your daily plights      
Your biblical denial fights      
Free falling without a net      
But hey, that’s your dogma, and I really could care less, no disrespect      
However, had we met      
Out of water, God’s Angel stood among us, one drop to live, yet      
Who gets the first quench to live and let      
I’m still here, thank God not there      
Someone else has went below thirsty, their self-created eternal nightmare      
      
Ten Commandments, live by them      
Religion matters, but then again      
Too much discord, discrimination, and racial injustice in the name of sin      
Strike that concept      
It’s their kind of hatred they have learned to accept      
Love, Love, Love      
The only word practiced down here, and accepted above     
 

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Cast out by the shadows that weep in the dark,
Bequeath my core to the Spirits that mourn,
Denial the decrements of societies dreams,
We were all sentenced to die, the day we were born...
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Enticed by a dream they cannot out live,
Yet they work relentlessly in their attempt to survive,
Influenced only by their will to exist,
But there is not one of us here who will get out alive...
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Haunted by illusions of the walking deceased,
Existence in darkness, the ultimate plan,
The enhancement of all evil encompassed within,
No more hatred from their biased senseless demands...
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Abolished by the rhythmic evolution of time,
The souls of the damned will flourish within,
Tainted by the knowledge of those uninformed,
In the darkness there is peace without color of the skin...
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Embraced in solitude of everlasting dark peace,
Compassion derived by the enhancement of fear,
Which manifests the Spirits of darkness who will prevail,
Enticed only by the wisdom that all the dead will come here...
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The contoured flesh of alternative distinction,
A cessation coincidental to the depressed mind,
Darkness invokes a dimension for the doomed,
Where for all eternity we will be confined...
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Life a deferment to the ultimate demise,
The expiration of existence of the common place end,
Death opens the door to a new destination,
Where in the darkness an infinite existence begins...
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And forever we will embrace the Gothic soul,
To share an infinite existence with the Spirits of the dark,
As as each new generation ceases to exist,
We will welcome them into the darkness as soon as they part...
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And only then, will there be no more tears...
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Being a creation like all.
Stumbling on myself and fall
                          right in the middle of my mental living paradox,
                            verity was written on Hellenic ancient buried rocks.
Graverobbers took the truth;
twisted it and named it 'proof'.

Divinity is in all things.
The dispatch this spring brings
                           is an example of magic of actual causation,
                           a correspondence to our life's presentation.
Nothing is none.
We're all part of the One.

Private responses.
Fear-based losses,
                    theories of potentials within the human timeliness,
                    times where I soothe the edges of my loneliness.
I let my body feel
the loss of its peel.                  


Our mortality
express our duality
               illusions may seem as real as reality
              
 

Stone grinds out a diamond arc,  
trilithons frame the heel.  
Beasts of burden free from field,  
parade around the fire's wheel.  

Rural beacons blind the night,  
shadows leap above the flames,  
marking out the crops new height,  
all-fathers play their manly games.  
 
Sun passes power onto leaf,  
vervain, trefoil, rue and rose  
sleep to dream of loves new lease,  
the bard within reclaims belief.