Be Still

The impressions of Doeg, whom slaughtered eight-five priest and their families Always wanting to play tug of war, to keep me from my reason Entangled inside black emeralds of broken glass.... Smiling as I reflect upon it all; these years of recent past While spending the evening communing, composed compromise, with "My Father!" To lift this burden from my shoulders, depredations despicable deposits Never wanting to let go; for Lucifer knows if he does, woes will soon there follow.... Oh how he makes me laugh, sometimes, as he bedazzles them with his dance? This infective irony, always trying to lure me within, his chalice of chant; Satan Watching deliriums dangling decry from below, until, "The High Priest Melchizedek" arrives ~ A shield also reminding me once again, that my war is not with flesh and blood! Humanities curtain calls of puppets, mastered, amid demoniacs decaying hands Desensitized hypocaustic hypnosis, always peering through the keyholes, of let me in.... But everything has a reason I am also reminded; as not all, can remain within ones own mind Greater visions must be held, in quest; these mountains cast, beyond "The Crest of Light" ~ Standing upon the cliffs golden edge, watching Moses pronounce, "The Glory of God!" Behold, the transfiguration of changing tides.... Faith has brought me here, to these shores across from Galilee To taste the souls of such, as Legion once was, dwelling, amongst the tombs "Be still," trinomials turbulent winds, and crash upon me, your pain no more Slashed by this slicing blade, barriers of illusions, forever gone "Lazarus, come forth," He said, that you may know, dead, is the sting of death As I cast it back into the wind of lost, from whence, it truly came.... Trouble me not henceforth, for "The Holy Temple" has risen And no beast shall stand before, unmarked, by these scorching flames! Smiling to myself as I laugh, inside, at the foolishness, of hades' eyes Scattered, as I walk with Melchizedek once more, beyond the passing Of this Red Seas ways.... These shadows of sacrilege, never again, shall they call my name Among there valley of soon to be's forever, and eternal grave! My enemy is not humanity, flesh or blood; nor am I, but a hopeless dream "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"~No! Not even if ten thousand demons, were about my side The transfiguration, of, these changing tides.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...."Be Still!"