Best Golden Child Poems


Prophecy of the Golden Child

Gaia in white flame burns
Yaldabaoth himself spurns
A second cycle turns
The Golden Age returns
The first-begotten son
Comes down from heaven’s sun

Barbelo, Armoured Queen
Look gently at this scene
Of Christ’s birth long foreseen
In this iron machine
Hearts of iron will melt
Hearts of gold will be felt

Hearts, gold and meek
Will rule from the word’s peak
Valis will rule and speak
With the lute of mystique 
This birth in mystery
Will be our victory

As Polloi rules here
The first child will appear
Clearing the mist of fear
Every past sin and tear
Will be washed away
Clearing a narrow way

The world soul will rain down
Hedera all around
Lilies to make a crown
Acanthus for renown
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
Without any expense
 
All goats will return home
All blind cobras that roam
Will be under death’s dome
Miles under farms and loam
Sheep will not fear lions
Men will see aeons

In the stream of Dead Sea
He’ll become a man free
Oak trees will weep honey
On every wild thorn-tree
Grapes will turn Persian plum
Gold will be the plain’s sum

But iron will remain
At sea, war ships will reign
Wars will bring pain
Walls will cover the plain
But when you will grow up
Gaia will drink the cup
 
Please, come soon, in our plight
You, the viceroy of might
The globe bows to your light
The earth and the blue height
Beseech you to be set free
From Yaldabaoth’s dark sea

You, our lord and brother
Child, smile at your mother
Speak words from the Father
If your lips will not stir
No light will bless your wine
And wisdom shall not shine

(Gnostic poem based on the ancient Roman Virgil's fourth eclogue, often interpreted as foretelling the birth of Christ)

Nfl Golden Child Injured

Finished before start
Colts fans leap from Bandwagon
Peyton Manning's hurt

My Golden Child

In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast 
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last

Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep 
With craving wanton grasp

She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress 
My Golden Child is hypnotizing 
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child 

In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed


the golden child did it again

I'm proud of you Jericho you won sate for your wrestling weight class. 
but I'm sick of being stuck in your shadow mom and dad are proud of you they never have been proud of me the way they are in you. I try to show them the things I do that I'm proud of but they don't care. 
they only care about you when they talk about me they see no future but when they talk about you its all promises and how your going to make it in life. while I'm stuck watching sometimes I feel forgotten even by my boyfriend. I wish I was you Jericho because you seem to have everything together for you well I have no clue what I'm doing I'm so sick of being stuck in our shadow I say I'm going to make a name for myself but by ding what? I'm happy for you but I feel like I'm just the stupid sister who has nothing left in my life I'm going to graduate soon and dad cant even take a day off for that but he can take the day off to see you wrestle Jericho I'm really am happy for you your going to do great things while I die slowly. I'm so happy for you good job little brother. I don't envy you okay who am I kidding of course I envy you. your perfect in mom and dad's eyes Jericho sometimes I wish I were you but of course you already know that I'm so sick of being stuck in your shadow and I don't know how to get out. mom and dad have had enough that they want me out but you I think they could care less if you stayed forever. why are you the golden child when we both  up and do the same things mom and dad just don't catch you. perfect little Jericho who can whoop your big sister butt. perfect little Jericho who owns up to everything. I wonder how mom and dad would feel if they found out you've done pot as well you've drank as well you sneak out just as much as I do. why do you get all of their love?
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the golden child

calling you the golden child is rude of me when I know your going thew your own kind of pressure. mom and dad want you to be perfect and excel where they failed with me. they see a future in you because they don't see one in me. they put pressure on you to be perfect because I'm the family disappointment and  up. so mom and dad see all the perfection they can put into you instead of me because they have given up on me and that's fine because I'm going to rebuild a name for myself and I hope one day you can be proud of me Jericho I don't understand but your's and dad's approval or being proud of me means the world to me I only care what you tow think. I hope one day we will be close. I hope one day I wont be in you shadow or anyone else's  I hope Jer Jer that one day you can be proud to call me your sister and I hope one day dad can be proud to call me his daughter.
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Life of an golden child

Life of a golden child, where I began to fight for my life.   
I started to fight, to search and find my problems

But you see , I was once a seed, a truly human being that was sadly & hurt and abused by just an enemy.

Why me? And  others will never understand my pain, my vein, your vein. We all bleed the same damn things so I'm no different from anybody else.
I may talk way differently, comprehend way differently than others may think or see, but you see that's the golden child in me. 
I'm just a different type of breed 
Shh I need you to listen understand me 
The world had planted seeds of disease feeding there inter piece, but you see 

It's them vs greed  not them  vs me 
Peace is really all that we need someone to talk to even if we don't believe I had my worst times, hard times moments I couldn't breathe 
It became nights when I cried my big self to sleep ,
 
But have you ever felt like this before? 
Had to stop onna side of the road and take a break from what this world had going on 
Mhmh they told me to just write a poem , but my feelings and thoughts come from my heart so ATM it's a song . The Golden child 
Will forever be my poem remember you are an golden child so you have to stay strong 
Might not be there to catch you when you fall but remember Makayla stevenson bc my voice will always be along 

Thank you


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