Best Dominions Poems
*Another oldie, yet not as ancient as the last one; I sometimes wonder if I should have
stayed like this...then I read myself and say "...I'm evolving, it is ok"; enjoy please =)*
Your garden just choked
And the desert from nowhere rose
You sailed into the kingdom
Built out of tears that love
Loners sail in cursed boats
Cursed boats don’t marry a cloud
Clouds send comfort in rain
Rain…not available for now
The wind is just silent
No sunrise or sunset in sight
Black tears, polluted pearls
They are pure poison
Avoid temptation or kiss Death
Shadows rise in the horizon
Dancing melodies build a path
Into my humble dominions
Come in
Be in peace
Learn about love, from a poetic sea
Remembered by a forgotten coast
They bring you to me
A former tulip, married to a rose
I’m the old man from the lighthouse
Broken souls, invited you are
Whenever bad memories turn into mist
Come and feed from my light
Three Popes died within six years
I wonder if what killed them
were the sum of their fears
Could the cause be what they
covered or uncovered
The bible speaks of kings
who's wickedness God discovered
Historically their causes
were just and awed
But Heaven alone judges
the guilt of it's laws
It took six years to stop
the naming of angels
And the most we don't know
because of their angle
So just for the record
I'll untangle the tangle
Nine angels minus two
so scholars can tango
Michael the warrier
"Who is like God"
Gabriel the messenger
"Powerful Man of God"
Raphael who sometimes stirred
a pool
"The Healing of God"
Uriel Who protected John the Baptist
during Herod's wicked rule
"The Light or Fire of God"
Salaphiel
"The Prayers and Communication of God"
Jegudiel
"The Glory and Praise of God"
Barachiel leader of guardian angels
"The Benediction and Blessing of God"
Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Principalities
Powers, Archangels posses
Cherubim and Seraphim
are even Angels none the less
( A few riddles included )
I always said that when I die,
I would love to return as a butterfly.
One with yellow, velvet dominions,
Fragile and lofty pinions.
I confused freedom of flight,
With a more placid folly of delight.
I fancied a short life of absurdity,
Rather than one of conformity.
Now I cherish longevity,
Grounded within ancient philosophy.
To satisfy the quench of survival,
Claim a primal, self-powered revival.
A fierce passion for more depth,
The precious treasure of breath.
Stamina and vigor from inner domination,
So I value every moment of creation.
Oh! The prehistoric sagacity,
Exempt from conceited desparity.
Replaced with the confidence to lurk,
And love obscurity's dark murk.
And still adore butterfly's romance,
Though not as a victim of happenstance.
Should the winged one wish to not feed her fears,
She can drink from years of crocodile tears.
Absolute by absolute is given
Mystery curtained by a spiral heaven
And we mere dancers by the music driven
Know not what in the debt forgiven
Love begot love in its wholesome image
Not in content but the substance of knowledge
We worship the passion of the savage
Denying truth through the carnal carnage
Love is God, and love is of God, children
Man is of God, and God in all men
We are love, not feelings like the heathen
We are more than mortal memory ken.
Angels sang in heaven when he made us
Pictures of himself from his sacred dust
Then bequeathed us dominions affirmed by trust
Placed us in time to temper us
All that is seen is from the unseen made
God's love bruised, battered, reduced, afraid
Is a mental picture sin's illusion persuade
Love is restored triumphant by love obeyed.
Guardian of the galaxy
Dominions and Principalities
Light and darkness
Stars shine bright
In the Heavens as light
Came from a glory that can't be comprehended in this reality
Archangel
The stars that's spangled striped over me from every angle
Planets and black holes
Millions of planets in the Cosmos
We have flesh but God spirit
In GOD image
An descriptive predictive in GOD vision
See GOD is Infinite
Everlasting living
Free will given
His son became against him
Lead an rebellion of brother an sisters against their father
Pain in GOD eyes from his Sons and Daughters
Brothers and Sisters fighting against their Sisters and Brothers
Against their creator The Father who is also The Mother
Of Creation of Archistructure
Lucifer in Heaven was a Conductor
Of Music to glory The Most High
One of the most beautiful Cherub Angel alive
But PRIDE AND HATR burned in him to Lie
Evil spelled backwards is LIVE
IS that a coincidence to Comprehend?
You have not seen Evil of all Evils
This darkness we WAR IS LETHAL
fully comprehend this darkness that deceives you
Found the truth I'm Heaven Sent
GOD Send got to fight till I'm in Heavens Bliss
Theories or Ideologies are just myths
To insist GOD DOSENT EXIST
But look it's a TWIST
they know that GOD is alive
Satan knows me before the War
That's why he tries to Destroy
An Deploys, toys, decoys, stored to uproar my Gore
Its more Angels on Earth
From Birth
Living in this Curse
I'm filled with wonder and dismay.
Is life real, a dream, illusion?
A construct, maybe, I could say,
who'd author such confusion?
If me, I dread what might portend;
I'm not that good with tools.
Others think they comprehend,
maybe sages...likely fools.
Call up all the ones I know;
sample their opinions.
Then I’d have to stem the flow
of disparate dominions.
Dogmas are too quickly brought,
too readily believed;
words most keenly wrought
serve often to deceive.
Some explain it all away,
ascribe it to God’s will.
Doesn't this free will betray,
doubt in self instill?
So I write what I call verse—
toil with metered rhyme—
crafted well, both tight and terse,
ardor most sublime.
Thank you all for treasured prose,
honor for what’s mine—
stanzas, lines that we compose
touch briefly the divine.
A Mirror
6-4-2016
A mirror is a visual echo of the things it beholds,
It doesn’t stereotype, foretell, or have opinions.
But invariably reflects life as it currently unfolds,
It’s impervious to skin color or even dominions;
It is constantly truthful, because it has no feeling,
Sometimes you face it feeling like the mad hatter.
And today, it’s left you with bruised ego reeling,
By reflecting what it saw and its refusal to flatter;
Remote land summon an aloof tempest,
Bursting lights glint inquietude offshore,
Edged mists intimate like an apprentice,
Intrigue asserts the clouded to explore.
Inland heating like a warming welcome,
Landlubbers likely combative response,
Unveiled inherent instincts that seldom,
Aid dominions that are so nonchalance.
Newt eyes nictating atop curling waves,
A plucked forest acts as a casting wand,
Amplifying teens conjure inward braves,
Spirits arising maintaining the spawned.
Imaged enthralled hazes flit Noah's ark,
Sweeper-swept palls purify rainbow arc.
God is in the wind
Spirits of eagles flying high
Soars by with angels’ might
God is in the trees
His blood flow through their veins
Nourishing green leafs
God is in the sun
His divine rays heat the earth’s womb
Seeds sprout from shun ground
Gleaming glory of hope
Over all dominions He rules
Divine Guiding Moon
An example of unilateral symbiosis
would be parasitism such as any mycosis.
Within you could live a bacterium or virus.
To me, it is beneficial. To you, dangerous.
The form could also be manifest within a cyst.
I shall dominate no matter how much you resist.
My descendents shall multiply so prodigiously.
They shall consume all your resources liberally.
Medicine will keep making moves seeming quixotic.
They affect your body and mind with a narcotic.
All the end results will prove themselves to be tragic.
A "panacea", also called a "magic bullet",
will always be ineffective each time you try it.
As I nestle within your internal dominions,
I become the central topic of your opinions.
No matter how much anyone will atone and pray,
I and my subjects will control more of you each day.
We are here to stay, and we will never go away.
Our stand is unyielding. No matter how much you try,
the dominance in you continues until you die.
Our great Balboa has left the hillock bare
And two waters converge in evening mist
Where from our vision he made us stare
As the divided dimensions rose and kiss
So sleep the sailor, so sleep the caravel
So sleep great Balboa, toll, toll your knell.
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
The navy man has taken his golden wings
On glinted them against the silvery dusk
The eagle rising fro the earth sweetly sings
On dust-rock horizon where triumphs husk
The veil that cover human tears and fears
With tragedy that all mass and matter wears
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
So Balboa, remember your craft on one engine
The sound barrier rescinded, brings you to earth
The grave has no remembering, O the final spin
That undo all dream of birth! fair Deist now inert
Shall only watching moon alert us of this memory
The great walk that expanded the edge of history?
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris.
Conquistador of the modern world, great sailor
What tribes did you subjugate beyond Korea, tell
What corn you planted, what gold in your valor,
What new dominions now your great spirit swell?
I hear Darien laughing in the silence of the moon
I see the caparisoned horse, and the taps balloon
A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
Winter is for children play, and fo hubris
They come, they come, stolid mourners slowly
The riderless horse ignorant you are gone, gone
Forever, grief bowed us, and pride lingers greatly
Thanking you for gyral cycle of an ambitious dawn.
But Balboa do you hear them, can you see tears
Can you reverse the plunder of the vernal years?
A sprig of spring is all autumn's surprise
Winter is for children play, and for hubris
What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile
I can help all im spreading the word around my town
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f***
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement
there just like a nasy infection
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.
they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown
all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the earth
in the forest by the sea feel the Infernal at work
scorching away layers of fallen ages,
heaven is a blaze burning in the wrath of an angry god
lost in the throws of chaos
in its imperial garden
angels cry over thee
a machine of chaos
the hand of man
forge in the foundations of eternity
the wheels oblivion turn
everything has begun
will begin again
see all fearing all
turning to burn
forevermore
in this machine of chaos
"Millions of minions, pinioned by their sickened dominions,
asking for the opinions of popular Virginians who reside
in the capitals and Capitol of our nation's vacant soul!--
Millions of minions in search of a perch, it can be white
birch, black birch, or even a church, all looking for ways
to pad their padded pockets, it's all a rigged game in the
game of loaded dockets!"
"Excuse me sir...
But will you sit down and please shut up--
Now's not the time for civilian positions on race, religion,
or social conditions; it's best you put a lid on it because
in here there's absolutely only one opinion to which you
better da'mn well listen--
There's no talking in the theater! Now be a good Minion
and enjoy the show."
February 17, 2016
The cool ocean breeze,
On nights warm as these,
Is blowing with ease
As we sail the seas.
The moon and the tide
Have nothing to hide,
And bravely we ride
With stars as our guide.
We cruise over green
Dominions marine,
Indulging unseen,
Unheard and serene.
On ripples of bliss,
We roll as we kiss.
Lo, friend, never miss
A journey like this!
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