Cleansing, renewal of being instinctive light,
eternal existence breath to life's struggle
Emotion control conflict, fallen human way
we lose sight for reason
Is soul we look to live among hatred, purification
to peace we search endless battles
Your pride and darkness defiles the heart,
presence of evil overcome who we are
Are we worthy our faith storms diminish,
given up our own selfish ego feeds
Is love sacrifice for mankind war rage inside,
together we fail objective to life
Survival experience, we have choice who we
are to be but is it our own greed
Tolerated consequences our actions deemed okay,
purification, poison as water we drink
Fought by evil laid like a wasteland, purpose
without resolution is conflict
It is desires rooted in truth we grow,
eyes open; right or wrong determines outcome
Choice yours, purification; giving up war
doesn't mean you lose battle
Just makes you stronger person, how can you
change world unless yourself change first
Beauty is conceived in
Uncreated light. *
This earth which a paradise makes;
However skied bright.
Ugliness but he creates
Forms of it, touching.
Every corruptive influence
Behind, whose hand is.
The devil. Defiles her, I kiss.
Dulls life, crowned in spring.
* the mind of God
Math of life
Math for life
Life you make
Life you bake
Bake and decorate
Bake and percolate
Percolate to breathe
Percolate to wreathe
Wreathe what pleases
Wreathe not teases
Teases that brands
Teases of strands
Strands in slumbers
Strands in numbers
Numbers you count
Numbers not discount
Discount what beguiles
Discount what defiles
Defiles of adding
Defiles of subtracting
Subtracting what multiplies
Subtracting what amplifies
Amplifies what cares
Amplifies what shares
Shares of joy
Shares of toy
Toy that inspires
Toy never expires
Expires like remission
Expires like division
Division of labor
Division of glamour
Glamour of you
Glamour in you
You are beautiful
You are honest
Honest in naughtiness
Honest to goodness
Goodness in Math
Goodness in path
Path to Wonderland
Path in Neverland
Neverland of magic
Neverland so hypnotic
Hypnotic in loving
Hypnotic and caring
Caring with less
Caring and penniless
Math of penniless
More or less
'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon',
I would not piss in your ear,
if your brain was on fire.
For what you have done defiles mercy's dung.
For on your face, the stain of wrongs is drawn, indelible,
And your words, beget bitter, pointless heartless disdain.
So soiled is your soul, and all grace is so far gone,
Forgiveness is pointless, a forlorn waste of time.
Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned,
On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend.
A beast in human form, a wicked sight,
Defiles a pure, innocent child in the night.
Then society enters the scene,
Painting her as a soiled, tender flower, unclean.
Her character is stained, her name is defiled,
No tears are shed, no one stands by her side.
And when she fades away, they call her pure and bright,
For she becomes a symbol of sorrow and blight.
Candles are lit as a mournful display,
Applauded for speaking of her tragic way.
For a few days, her story fills the air,
Then another young girl becomes their care.
Again, an innocent's throat is torn,
And the cycle repeats, a tale forlorn.
The story's the same, the characters replace,
As innocent girls are marked with disgrace.
Her heart was torn to bits,
By rhythms of fears and tears,
Feeling like lonely was as good as it gets,
His laughter was music to her ears.
Wavering on the edges of shadows,
Lost on the shores of endless desires,
When he came to her, they would compose,
Stories of joy so daring they started wildfires.
Her heart was melted by his fierce blaze,
Almost consumed by his adoration,
She was lost in the wonder of their always,
When he assured her of love’s foundation.
When she met him, she was down,
Feeling less than the worst doubt
But thanks to love, she came around…
Certain that this is what life’s all about!
Safe in the arms of love, safe from trials,
She let him lead her to a love that lives…
Inside those who believe the heart’s lifestyles,
Are promises brought to him who gives…
Sincerity and truth, kindness that never defiles.
Thanks to the love that two hearts gained,
Tears were silenced and hearts were inspired,
So that, in time, though they couldn’t have explained…
Their love was something most hearts admired!
It's not the blackness, that will be our fate,
This we will cry out, when the time is late.
The all-night meditations, about things,
and the surprise, when the morning bell rings.
Those who wake, with sleepy eyes and smiles,
before innocence, the world defiles.
This land of opposites, and its' extremes,
that turns out to be, much more than it seems.
They say that love, will be our saving grace,
as its' light illumines...our sacred face!
THE LYNX
That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over.
The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor
the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox,
my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, insanity bleeds,
after the toilsome run from my teeth.
My teeth chatter, cold and cruel, terribly hungry
to rip up a carcass, to chow down
a soul. I eat the meat raw.
Its blood is my foundation -
I powder my nose. The cries of my prey
with stuffing and gravy. Yes, let’s do
Thanksgiving. Like me, the black cat
defiles a fox. We are both satisfied.
Snake cuts through the flames of judgement
Sigils become homogenized black.
Snake cuts through the flames of judgement
Sigils become homogenized
Back
Through the dread cesspool of filth
Filth defines what defiles
Nebuchadnezzar unlocks the key
The broken god may rest today
And forevermore.
For the One in Flesh is dead.
Bridle The Tongue
Written: by Miracle Man
May 26 2021
A protest of any kind alters thinking,
not always supporting a protesters cause.
With signs, in number, they vehemently shout,
and until meeting with force this trend won’t pause.
Because a loud squeaking wheel always gets grease,
and this is causing present day to look bleak.
The tongue, a small member, defiles our body,*
because it is from the heart the mouth does speak.
*James 3:6
6 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
Having me a real hard time—freedom
out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language
defiles the immaculate,
and I am going mad
in search of great enterprise.
In search of great enterprise,
I seek freedom
from the mad—
a stoned god
static in a sky, immaculate.
I listen for cosmic language.
I listen for cosmic language—
a holy enterprise.
Starless are the heavens, immaculate
in their freedom
from a stoned god
gone mad.
Gone mad,
I lose language—
blame god
and his ego enterprise.
In his grasp, there is no freedom.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
I embrace the mad—
my mad is freedom.
Language
is an enterprise.
I am my own god.
I am my own god—
immaculate.
I am an enterprise.
Name me mad.
Speak my language.
I am freedom.
Freedom, out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language defiles the immaculate.
Name me mad, for I am my own enterprise.
I write this for you.
For within the lost capsule of time,
I won’t thread any second for a dime.
Every closeness, a minute to reckon with.
Every hour, traces the feeling that best fit.
I write this for you.
Because the seasons speak more about summer,
About the igniting flames which stirred us through winter.
While autumn, oozes of tales about hardship
The gentle pour of spring caresses out lip.
I write this for you.
For our love defiles gravity into the Milky Way.
Spreading a cosmic wave through the galaxies to stay,
To give birth to that which is universal,
The undeniable cosmic energy of love, Paradoxical.
I write this for you.
For when days grow into weeks,
Our love we will hold strong. So it speaks.
And through the years, its goes for articulate,
A story through the millennial, so it’s never too late.
I write this for you.
For when we have lived and are no more,
And the heaven sings of our beautiful creation,
And our kids, the aftermath of what is beautiful,
I will still love you till the skies rain tears of joy.
I write this for you.
For I love you.
A glance that seemed expendable, but the closer I looked the deeper her beauty sprouts
From a period I consider lifeless came purpose
My heart just kept drawing closer
kindled by the urge to express beauty as an art
I had my projections but love defiles
It strings you to a soul yet embodied in the smile of another
Running wild your heart races
Swift lightening engulfing your senses
I am but a soldier left for victory or pity
Like an espionage at enemy lines I've made my choice
Love is worth the fight so I'll see this war till the endless end of forever
It may take my all, but that is my call.
To the one I chose above all.
What portends this ill wind blowing
which inhaled robs man’s breath
whose virus defiles the proximal space people share?
Is it the greed of man who has defied rules of the holy book
And defiled Leviticus by partaking as food that which was forbidden.
Or is it a Lab gone wrong?
Come hither all you medicine men and astronomers
Lend us your binoculars and see whereof this vile virus was bred
From whose progeny is infused this gene with airborne venom
That we may blunt her sword covid-19 and stop this genocide.
I will defend the world with blood and sacrifice,
my hippocratic oath my shield will suffice.
I will stare this monster in the face even as my fellow soldiers die
for with sharpened ammunition our labs provide, the end is nigh
And tomorrow, yes tomorrow together we will rejoice in tears
In happiness and sadness of our beloved lost and a battle won
As nations will with one voice shout, Ahoy frontline soldiers, Ahoy!
His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone
For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free
All he beholds, his intellect defiles
Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees
The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts
Though photos of past bays show nary a change
Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts
That steal the frost from every mountain range
Beholding life, he see-eth only death
In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe
That morbid gas in every human breath
Damns sinners to a lost eternity
But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not
Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green
The photosynthesis thou hast forgot
Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean
And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done
To that sly master of the shifting files
Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon
And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!
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