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In the realm of Divine magnetism's power,
What lies within, shall draw its alike flower.
God's essence, our beacon, pure and bright,
Resides in us, a guiding, steadfast light.
Like attracts like, the energy aligns,
A symphony of souls, in like spirit binds.
Within our hearts, the power soars and gleams,
In unity with God, we find our dreams.
Let go of fear, embrace the love within,
For in that space, true miracles begin.
Our higher power, a force beyond compare,
Guiding us with His grace, in life's grand affair.
So heed the call of our Divine when it starts,
Embrace the truth that lies within your heart.
God's presence, a treasure pure and deep,
Live in harmony, His love to keep
Without His presence within your heart
Your lives will surely fall apart
Ask Him in to stay this very day
He will guide you in all you do and say
The Small Print of the Black Mass
To steal the power from the newly dead,
Through blackened magic where the demons tread,
You beckon the spirit from the darkest plane,
And feast on the flesh to assume its reign.
From the dirt of the grave, the monsters shout:
"Feed me! Feed me!" as the lights go out.
The flesh turns to liquid, it slithers right down,
To grant you the strength of a forbidden crown.
But a consumed spirit will fight to be free,
Unless you can bind it where no one can see.
So you drag the ghost to the deepest abyss,
And curse it with crimes in the dark's prejudice.
You lock it away in a chamber of screams,
To rot in the static of shattered dreams.
Yet the path to this knowledge is steep and unkind:
You must enter hell's back door and lock it behind.
You hide the key in a desolate place,
And pray that a righteous hand leaves no trace.
For the Book of Sin doesn't offer a lie
The small print catches the arrogant eye:
The contract is absolute, heavy, and cold,
A willing soul, and a payment in gold.
Or a pillar of salt you will turn.
No candy or flowers did he offer,
something more special,
the gift of his heart, he gave
mine already his.
I accepted his ring
and the love it would bring.
We exchanged wedding bands.
He took my hand, kissed my fingers.
We smiled and shared new adventures.
Happy home in a world of our own.
We promised to be true
then we said, "I do."
Our nights were filled with stars
and for a while all was well.
But darkness of another kind
moved in and hunted prey.
Which one would it devour?
I fought against its power.
I wept for the promise he didn't keep
for the gift that he took back
Lost to me was his heart
lost was mine as well.
He dwells in depths I dare not enter.
Satan the landlord; he the renter.
OF APOSTOLIC CHALLENGE
I know the mask you wear
is not you;
nor are the hilarious snorts,
silly giggles, and screams:
the real you—beautiful
soul—earlier reflected itself…
A mask can not reflect
what it is not—veiling
that which it can never be—
so I sit here in contemplation
of the task ahead
to bring back you—to bring
you back—from the influence
of the demon spirit
controlling and leading you
away from the true you…
leaving me tenaciously chasing
that phantom spirit
chasing you
trying to dissolve your grasp
of self—leaving a lost soul
in search of its navel beginning…
While the waters of time
may dissolve the crystals of pain,
the keloids of memory remain;
and though without limits,
time takes timed time
in its tic-tock melting…
Meanwhile, I sit here
beseeching the Sacred Power
to grant me divine wisdom
and guidance in the mission purpose;
a challenge faced with warrior hope
and the tenaciousness of valiant faith
that this cross too,
shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable
resurrection…
We are all of the family
of the bare cross—its healing spirit
forever with us—
if it were not so there’s no way
I would be sitting here
penning purpose preparation …
p.s.: A wiser one literally wrote:
You only need to seek and
you shall find…
You only need to ask and
it shall be given…
You only need to knock and
the door shall be opened…
fire falls from the sky
Many die
Over food, brother fights brother
Does not matter they have the same mother
Everybody wants a little more
Such a boar
Hate does rule
Fool
It is the devil's tool
Suspicion of each others actions
Mankind breaks into fractions
Tribes of but a few
Hate anyone new
Crossing the lines they drew
Countries that used to be
Ones not swallowed by the sea
No trust
Forgotten people turned into dust
Closer comes the hour
Brought on by the people in power
A pool of blood
Becomes a flood
A loaf of bread, cost a life
Amongst the strife
Hate
Is the fate
Drinking water, so hard to find
A wound you cannot bind
Red tears that you cry
Hope you do not die
As the fire burns the sky
A printer's apprentice is my youth was
My canvas a 4 colour Heidelberg press no less
A 1000 + tons of solid steel industrial ingenuity
That changed and formed the landscape we know today
Cyan,
Magenta,
Yellow,
Black
Through paper cuts from shuffling paper
And cleaning ink it would bleed into
every crevice and cut in my hands
That to the untrained eye it looked as if i never washed
The ink what in which my hands lay
I printed black on white instructions you would find inside medicine boxes
And glossy catalogues to business card's
So through the power of printed ink
Reminiscing back
Somewhere out there to this day
Come what may
I may not have been Leonardo or Banksy
But hopefully I somehow left my mark
However insignificant
So i reap my own graffiti
Like the soldiers of the red army did on the Reichstag wall's
Before the rise and fall
Of Nazi and Communism
(10/01/11)
Life gets me to wonder, life gets me to think
Am I losing my mind, am I on the brink.
So many questions that enter my mind every day
I think hard about one , and the rest seem to fade away.
Once I find the answer then to the next level I will go
It’s amazing - how god lets us know.
Every question and every answer is a step
That we must climb - and we’ll continue to do this
Till the end of our time.
We will always have questions - that’s why
God gave us a mind.
Knowledge is power on that I don’t deny.
But there are more questions than any of us care to admit
And when we can’t answer them - we surely catch a fit.
Questions about health , love , work , religion
Just to name a few - this list goes on
What are we supposed to do.?
sometimes, I am sleepwalking through life
disconnected
stumbling
not fully awake lost and confused
I feel, I am not with the living
I tell myself, "wake up before its too late!"
some roadblocks have me blocked
lost my way somewhere fallen asleep
hit rock bottom
crawled back up then what?
must awaken and find a life of purpose
shake off this sadness
why do I exist? why was I born?
I need to let the light in
talk to a "higher power"
ignite the tree of life sigh!
that's a lot of work
maybe tomorrow . . .
why do I always feel so within
locked in my own sacred place and happy there
maybe meditation will help
a little astral travel
my body feels heavy and dense
I want to be light and unbound and limitless
I hate that I need things and want things
after all, we all leave this earth with nothing
and there is this chatterbox in my head
that never stops telling me what to do
or what I should have done !
I know I have a gift
the gift of writing but I am afraid of it
and love it at the same time, yes I do!
sometimes, it overwhelms me, even makes me sad
sometimes, I embrace it and pour out my soul
but have you ever felt alone although surrounded
by people? I have and its an odd feeling
like looking at yourself from afar
how sad is that ?
sometimes, I linger in the past too long
then I am filled with regret and sadness
and frustration
yet the past has made me the writer I am, sigh!
I know
I have the power deep within me
to find my place in this world before it is too late
maybe, tomorrow . . .
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November 10, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/"maybe tomorrow'
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All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 11
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Influenced by love, where man,
Resides with human attraction,
Keeping always happy and merry,
For the common good of man.
The Earth have become a family,
Of all living beings on it,
Enjoying life, as their wish,
On every part of the Earth.
The Struggle between Gods and God’s Power
By prayer to Goddess of power,
He begged delusion of Nature,
And demanded an enchanting season,
From the vernal Goddess of spring.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 02nd May 2012
To continue…….
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"The Devil's message"
By Blossom Monyei
I have made money a focal point
Ambition is all you'll chase
You'll work hard just to live soft
I'll weaken your faith, trusting is of no use.
Beliefs differ
I had divided the world into segments of religions.
The truth hidden, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
My deception lots will fall for.
Pleasure, Ignorance, Wealth,
They'd stand in your way of knowing the truth.
Is there anyone that won't pay heed to these desires?
The world is mine and will stay under my devilish grin.
For the saved ones
I have no power over.
But being in this world they're still in my cage.
Beware, the devil's message.