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Starsandstripes

STARS & STRIPES 
I know the Treasures held by the snow
I know pleasures unknown
And the measure of the shadows below.
They said Look what you've become.
Red, I replied I know. I've grown numb.
More dead than when I was young.
Who can control when I explode?
I know the warmth of the Hot Springs in Old Mexico.
And the endless cold in the Mountains of Colorado.
Who placed the stars above the summit of Chimborazo
Who will decode my name like Nero?
Who can harden the heart of Pharaoh?
Do you know the Pain of your Pueblo?
Their cries are as the Rain, I can hear their echo.
Our blue skies are high with black crows.
Our white clouds turn gray and say "No."
Just like the red ants to the green geckos
And Woe to the men, women and children,
the beasts and the buffalo.
All you have to show is everything hidden.
I've endured below zero temperatures. The Cold whispered wisdom.
Saying "Christ is risen and will come again. As it is written."
20 years later I am forgiven.
20 years ago, I forgive them.
I am raised from perdition.
Being a Christian is not a Religion.
It is a division from evil decisions
And submission unto Christ, my physician.
My Life is given to Him.
I have my stripes.
I know torture and malnutrition.
Complex Post Traumatic Stress and mental conditions.
I've been Locked up with the imprisoned.
I know, the plot will thicken
I know our sins are as crimson.
Seek the face of the Lord.
Who is the Word of God?
I Know, so now I ask you to Listen.

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Up For the Taking

I watch the Time tick to the Morning.
I beheld the roses thorning.
The hours are soaring.
The earth is quaking.
The waves are roaring.
The heavens are shaking.
The rain is pouring.
The seals are breaking.
The clock talks of seasons of warring.
The earth is up for the taking.

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Refined

I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed. 
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done. 
Aluminum is always a treat.
But the nickle and magnesium,
are as tender as concrete.

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The Prince of the Abyss

The Prince of the Abyss

My genetics are schizophrenic
My silence is psychotic.
My pain is poetic. 
My cry is chaotic.
My mind is magnetic
My senses split.
My thoughts are photogenic.
My flame has been lit 
My fire inside burns like frostbite that just bit.
My fait fractures and is cast into the pit.
An Abyss fit for a prince.

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The Light of Men

The Light of Men
My surroundings began to be swallowed up by shadows. 
The doors of hell began to close.
In this cold abyss I slowly grow.
I did not choose this but I was chose.
My thorns grew each the size of a rose.
The storms knew what I now know.
That after the rain comes the rainbows.
After all the pain, the flame glows.
Then burns slow.
But I know not of tomorrow.
Only today's sorrows.
Covered by a blanket of snow,
and kissed by the wind when it blows.
The Life inside tells me to open my eyes.
Wiping away my tears from my silent cries.
I look and behold my Savior, Jesus Christ.

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Silence and Darkness

I looked around, and all I heard was a silence sounding.
I listened carefully, but all I saw was the darkness surrounding.
Beyond all the pain, all I felt was my heart pounding.
The stress and strain rain down, leaving me broken and bruised
Then left drowning.
But I swam.
In the swarm of silence
Surrounded by the Damned.
I am unarmed and they are violent.
There are no alarms,
but the screams are like sirens.
I cannot see my hànds 
but I can feel the pain in my arms.
My back feels broken I cannot stand
 but inside this fire rises 
beyond the brightest stars.
I began to understand
The Light will always shine in Silence,
No matter how Dark.

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The Start of Ascension

As I rise to the sky,
My eyes open wide.
As I fly,
The clouds ask, "How?"
The birds chirp, "Wow."
The stars say "Why?"
I do not reply.
The clouds began to cry.
The birds tell me to go high.
And the stars whisper to me the time.
To my surprise, they all began to harmonize.
Their song is beautiful and I then realize,
How long I've been delusional from all the lies.
So my pride begins to fade and my wicked ways began to die.

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My Poems Poem

My Poems Poem.

Stars and Stripes
Silence and Darkness 
Rainbows
My Pen
The Start of Ascension.
The Light in the Darkness,
The Light in all Men
There is a fire inside,
A Diamond in the Dark and Treasures
The Prince of The Abyss.
Refined, Madness and Little Letters.

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The Light In the Darkness

The Light in the Darkness 
A crown of shadows sits upon my head.
I wear the Abyss on my wrist,
and my necklace is home to the dead.
Crowned in my youth by the shades themselves.
No time nor space in this place where I bled.
I've seen the belly of the beast,
and I've looked out of hell's mouths,
where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I beheld only One True and Faithful Light,
as I witnessed endless nights,
filled with screams of pain echoes inside.
But the Hope of Glory shined bright.
So my fists clenched tight,
and I began to fight the good fight.

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Treasures

Treasures
I know of Treasures.
I've calculated the measures.
The depth goes on forever.
An endless pit of darkness.
An Abyss thick like leather.
The deepest and darkest.
A Black ocean and silence is its successor.
The art or the artist.
The pictures or illustrator 
The creation or Our Creator.
He drew the equator and He
Deflated puffed up dictators.
There is no equivalence.
There is none greater.
Is it the Musician or the instruments.
To what level, to what layer.
Is it the Hero or the vigilance.
The devil or the prayer.