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Thracian Eve


Subsequent the fog walls act
white solitaire of dampness sway
the sovereign tall of woods display
- adaxial their lives protract.

Amidst the woods and in the haze
diffused in air's the deep green light
advertent nymph's in veils white
- and ancient Thracian spirits' phase.

An aisling she appeared and ere
her solitude his stare absorbed
she spelled his name - a song birds curbed
- betrothal mountains' claim of ne'er.

A melody of singing aves
upon the slopes where lantern-moons
interconnected with the tunes,
- aloneness of her festal Eves.

Belike beams floated on air streams
the Gods invited while fog's soars,
agremones clothe ancient wars
entwined with Strymon's seaward themes.

Aberdevines on Thracian wold
and nightingales' expanded song
the mountain mists embrace erelong
- abthane the temples eyes behold.

She fled to sooth on ether's heights
steep slopes that mortals followed thence
amid the thyme their lives commence
when nightingales invite the nights.

© G. V., 05-24-2013 All rights reserved
(Ode - Iambic tetrameter)


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Nyx - Ode


Strophe:

The shadows know the scent of cloves,
as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad,
the night-owls croak to domes above,
her ode the stars turns to abode.

Her firmness strings the scene's stillness,
her laughter waves in hung ether,
small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness,
advancing 'mid green heather.

The night birds watch - with eyes of amber
night wraiths descend from stardome flare,
upon a sky-drome meander
that ghostly travelers time-share.
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Antistrophe:

Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes lays and daunting wraiths,
her eminence surpassed souls' faith,
to hark the travelers' lone story.

And kind advanced to lands of blooms,
as night conveyed upon each breath,
she confers grand the kiss of death,
with fates to weave on lethal looms.
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Epode:

On darkened growth she shines dismal,
In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal,
enchanted souls shall dwell in void,
with Acheron's old paths destroyed.
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© G.V. 10-03-2012, All Rights Reserved
Nyx = Night


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What They've Done To Gary

What they've done to Gary is just plain scary. Global elites shut him up.Of their wicked ways, be wary.                                                                                                                       It is all in all,everything that they do,to try and scare me, to try and scare you.                     If they get their way,we'll all be shakin' in our shoes. If they can make us fear enough,they think they'll never lose.                                                                                                                                           For fear is their currency of delight,presses working over-time, ever in the night. Where their dark secrets lurk,hiding from the light.                                                                      With it they purchase hearts and minds, ultimately souls as their grand prize, To offer up to lucifer, in a scheme of grand demise.                                                                                                                                                        So take heart my friend and fear naught,but the Lord. This is wisdom's beginning, God's word, shield and sword.                                                                                                        Of this one thing be ever so aware, that those who hold God's spirit, they can not scare or make them slaves to the prince of the power of the air.                                                                                                                                              We, who stand with Gary, will remain strong and bold. Always doing what is right, not necessarily what we are told.                                                                                                 It is our one path to victory and bringing freedom home.                                                                                                                                                   Home, where our love dwells. Home. Dear, sweet home.


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FROM MY HEART: Ode to Everyone

A note to behold
That is strictly from my heart.

I am trained to have a little faith
Even when the night turns dry.

Maybe I am formidable to many course
But this one, I know is my call.

If at any time I will be retreating one
Not and Never will I quit my garden porch.

Even at the moment of inertia
My words are mine, not meant to be loosen.

If penury strikes me or I had a grudge
Not with my spare and axle of glory.

I may seems not to be buoyant before onlookers
But I  believe My knowledge are Mine.

If there is no two ways about this
Then I am a winner of all time.



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Ode


The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

© G. V. 12/23/2012, All Rights Reserved
( Iambic tetrameter form.)



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judas's justification

amongst every twelve
there shall a Judas exist,
Judas's nature, as embedded in the christian creed,
of betrayal and the feat of greed,
and on thirty pieces of silver insist,
for the head of the savior to shelve.

"Judas, do what you have to do"
Christ did charge, at the upper
chamber, after the last supper,
hour to hour,in the council corner
a transaction to save humanity,
an intertwining between vanity and eternity.

what is Judas's position?
a betrayer or the gateway to salvation?
if the silver hadn't clattered,
would the salvation have pattered?

a justification for Judas
for to Calvary,his bid took Christ,
and for each stripe
our sicknesses did wipe,
sympathy for Judas
hanging on the rope, with much grotesque,
eyes popping in a sad check
"do Christians recognize the part i did play?"


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Bathsheba

The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

© G. V. 12/23/2012, All Rights Reserved
( Iambic tetrameter form.)


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I Believe in God

I Believe in God
I believe in a higher power
I believe in that power to be greater than myself

I also believe in Jesus and what that means to the Christians 
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in the Buddha teachings and what that means to the Buddhists
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Allah and in the prophet Mohammad and what that means to the Islamics
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Hashem and what that means to the Jews
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

There are many other religions and many other faiths. There is no right or wrong each of us 
follows a path that is best suited for a purpose. We are here not to ridicule or judge others 
but to assist our brothers and sisters regardless of ones belief or faith.  We are spiritual 
beings having human experiences. As soon as we recognize and honor the integrity of each 
other our world will change.


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PROPS FOR OUR PASTOR

props for our Pastor to honor him for his anointing
to give him encouragement in his Godly appointing
to be a bride to the church is a Pastor's primary role
an Undershepard to his flock in the kingdom of saving souls
he's the angel of the church chosen by the Lord God
ordained and equipped to give the Gospel from the depths of his heart

props for our Pastor for whom we should always pray
to gird him up for the battle that he faces everyday
we're in the midst of spiritual warfare where every moment is a fight
so please pray for our Pastor morning, noon and night
pray that God protects him from powers and principalities in high places
pray that God covers him when he encounters those enemies with two faces
and when you pray for our Pastor also pray for yourself
that you will increase and be full of spiritual wealth

praise for our Pastor in his leadership capacity
praise for his sacrificial personality
he gives to his flock his all in all 
and for his congregation he will respond to every call
props for our Pastor as he preaches the Holy Word
in a prophetic manner never before heard
speaking words of power and revealing truths to authorities
as he proclaims the Gospel and how it came to be

props for our Pastor as he labors in word and doctrine
in a delivery of the Gospel of which he does not modify nor spin
he gives the full Gospel and testifies from the heart
he cuts down the enemy and deflects its fiery darts
props for our Pastor for his preaching and teaching
convincing and convicting us that the hand of God is all reaching
be one who inspires him for his spiritual calling
be a support to him on this mission into which he has fallen
and watch out for the goats in the midst of the flock
who are always butting in whether you want them to or not
be aware of the instigators, the agitators and the dictators sitting in the pews
lurking around like evil is wont to do

props for our Pastor as we protect and safeguard his back
for by the enemy he's constantly under attack
be one of the faithful few that keep gossip away from him
and use your spiritual gifts to shield, empower and defend
partner with out Pastor and help ease his load
be a compliment to him and his family as we travel this road
and also pay our Pastor so that for his flock he can give his best
tithe to the church and then let God handle the rest
with prayer, praise, partnership, protection and pay
props for our Pastor as we honor him this day




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THE PREACHER MAN

One day I was in New York
Quite close to Times Square,
I listened to a preacher man
With people gathered there.

“Repent” He said “Confess 
your sins”
“Because the end is near”
He’s right, I thought
Then off I went and had a 
glass of beer.

I went to bed, and then woke 
up
In the middle of the night,
That preacher man, I thought
Maybe he could well be right.

I’ll go to church next Sunday
And confess my every sin.
Cause if there is a heaven
Then believe me, I want in.

Next Sunday came, the weather
‘Twas the nicest day by far
Such a shame to waste it
So I went and washed the car.

I’ll go the Sunday after
His forgiveness I will seek.
I’m sure The Lord Almighty
Will wait another week

Next Sunday came, I did some 
work
That simply couldn’t wait.
The Sunday after, just the same
So was I tempting fate?

Always something else to do
As Sundays came and went.
And, sad to say, I must admit
Were always badly spent

This went on for weeks and 
months
And finally a year
Forgot about the preacher man
And lost my sense of fear

But one day I was out walking
When there came a mighty wind.
It filled me with such terror
I remembered I had sinned.

A great big tree came crashing 
down
And, it hit me on the head.
I floated ever upwards
And realised I was dead.

I thought about the preacher 
man
Oh dear, was it too late?
“Indeed it is” said St Peter
As he firmly shut the gate

Immediately I fell backwards and 
I thought
Oh gosh what’s this?
As I hurtled ever downwards
Down towards a great abyss

To my horror I could see
That leaping flames were lit,
“Oh help me, someone save 
me”
From this awful fiery pit

Then bump, I found I landed
Upon the bedroom floor,
With great relief I realised
‘Twas a nightmare, nothing 
more

Did I go to church next Sunday?
Did I do as I was bid?
Ladies, gents, and children folk
You bet your life I did.

I knelt and I repented
I invited Jesus in.
He lovingly forgave me
And took away my sin

I’m happy now with Jesus
My Saviour and my friend,
He will never leave me or forsake 
me
He’ll be with me till the end.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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Lady Of My Life

Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,

Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight, 
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,

Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,

My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -

J.A.B.