(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before, or looked at a friend, and wondered…
Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment?
Title:
Apollyon Relationships
(A lone voice ponders after a first date)
Are you my
Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To a dark place
Of spiritual and physical sin
Where I might never win
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Reference in this case.
Apollyon. / () / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil. (Revelation 9:11)
Plus Morning Star.
Apollyon, demon destined for obliteration
Prince and god of the metropolis of destruction
Order, sin and death: These are the chains of his dark hole
Looking, you see the hill of Chokmah above sheol
Livid, Apollyon wrapped his fish scales around your soul
Yaldabaoth trembled, as you lunged your sword up high
Opening his dragon wings, he fled to hell's ash sky
Now you continue, as the pilgrim just passing by
Poem inspired John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress, specifically Christian's battle with Apollyon in the Valley of Humiliation.
"Rapido"
walks on water fast
salty trinity
soul heeling
a pearl reflects wisdom
on indigo see, the mirror mapped
dancing with diamonds
the light shows
characters
rippling mirages
compasses peppered
rapt in black
and blue velvet
soon arrives the Morning
like a twin, golden apple
rolling before us
Apollo
alighting upon a floating chariot
racing white horses
a storm
is approaching
harnessing the tornado
petulant Horseman
Apollyon, hit lists,
in raised fist
riding a magic carpet
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
heeling.
healing.
list (nautical).
list (enumerate).
Rapido 60.
Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon.
A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit.
A grandiose idealist with evil intention.
A reaper of racism.
A shameless rapist of intellectually rigid minds.
An artful ruler of schism.
He lives out loud in his want for a reign of vicious fascism.
Overshadowing the union of a pleading Nation.
The world is ablaze with fear of his reigning anarchy.
There are dawdling tongues and lament songs for abdication.
The faithful lift their faces to heaven and pray for intervention.
The liberals protest against social and economical injustice.
A group of withering supplication to the heartless.
His world is anchored on filth and ruthlessness.
Like many, I live my substandard life under a thunderous cloud.
Stiff back, head high, strong resistant, and proud.
copyright 2017
Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Copyright 2017
March 6, 2017 Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
eagerly often overzealously she'd take
side of the situation and straddle
what her opinion was
I looked dumbfounded asking
why is she her and what is
her role
in the interactions of
these people.
I found mettling into there relation
fascinating and it made
me as interesting s they were.
My first meeting someone
said the womans
name was Apollyon triplo: i thought
know thing of this until
someone Spoke as Schwanz Bloccante.
I found it interesting
these two names for the same woman
were unusably odd
I found someone else who told me
she was both first in rhyme for
male and female
descriptive to the letter.
a concerted afford on his part spoke one.
Someone else inferred she as being
both Romulan and Vulcan.
I slapped my jaw in awe
He said she was Premien Noonien Singh
from the colony Botany Bay..
i looked to God then For Guidance.
Odd meaning her name is both Sign Soong and Noonien Sigh.
Odd very odd indeed!
Sunrise does he who formed the eye not see past the dawn
rising from the place of it's setting weakness of will
turning the potters clay upside down
hiding their deep council from the Lord
Where they whom do works in the dark
in these secret societies look for praise
and they had a king over them
who is the angel of the bottomless pit
Whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon
but in Greek he is called Apollyon
all the earth was in admiration after the beast
when he announced himself as God lording over us
where the blind will follow this dragon to hell
as they the lost sacrifice their children to him
and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit, then
down among the throbbing roar, there
stood a spectre, drenched in gore
when challenged, did he rant and rave,
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I know not where,
for mine was but to answer, not enquire
then stripped I of his molten coat, in the
form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone;
but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was,
in masterly disguise
and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery
sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me),
but I crushed his stink and broke off free
he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death
drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore,
I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the
"fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak
and when his black light came near no more, and threw his
poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was
my want, his needful slaughter;
and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's
evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid
brave Gabriel, Apollyon's debt.
You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never hold signs I mean Abaddon can't you see
Kind of like Toad The Wet Sprocket's, in the end I'm sensing a change the weather
Does anyone remember me ? Did you all think we'd just disappear ? Crazy life....
Swoosh his tail their Angels fell: metaphoric make-up twas her modern tale: sitting
Atop the sea sweet, drunken Jezabel ? Spawned his bastard Damien's, tattooed dreams
Six pence collections thrice their infections blue blood injections Legion's, special olympics
Lucifer's serpents raging towards the golden goal evanescent's mountaintop his goad keeper goblins
Pressing this matter it's silver sickle auld lang syne her bride of Frankenstein; Electra thighs, red rum wine.
Entering into a town called, Nain; noticing this funeral procession passing by
A widow and her only son having compassion, Heaven's Messiah: caesura ? Eyes
Towards celestial's holy skies; reaching, as touching Love's throne; their Angel pours
Bohemian's vial mighty these waters lightning crashing thunders ? Sacred scrolls an end
Of renunciation's age; Arise my child handing him back unto, his mother; time's requiem tears
Washed away the wolf yet her lamb ? Emancipation, their flock in innocent, lovely Cherubs....
Rosy cheeks golden harps seven candlesticks four horsemen; thirteen joys with wills to be merry
An open door revelations ten thousand mirrors and, Apollyon ? Fire mingled of brimstone eat
This bitter book Divinity's cleansing blood soaked robes; Gabriel, Christmas cards Omega's, reformation.
Apollyon is His name
He will sing for the Day
When the World will turn into ashes
If they shall not fall on their knees in my presence then so be it the will of my
principles to see fit and destroy them. Man is cattle and I am their shepherd let
not the anointed trinities son guide you wrong and worship him in song, molded
in his image damned by my fury I am judgement I am end on these southern
winds of peace let my name devour his masterful work. You sons and daughters
of Jerusalem will bare witness to my era and prevailing prophesied kingdom of
Babylonian captivity. My lineage will purge the words of Jehovah and his false
tribulation let his holy temple fall in disarray so to it his glorified army will bow
before me because they are unworthy. The eve of my resurrection will come
when his creation is drowning in degradation on my throne let all who oppose
me be known you reap what you sow
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