The demons that surround
On a blasting rampage have gone
Cutting to the root in paradise gardens
Both shrubs and trees, beloved friends and kin
Growing out of nature’s blessed ground
Killed or mutilated beyond repair
By their raging unrepented mortal sin
Plant voices I hear crying out in despair
Souls now buried deep underground within
Beauty and truth they must kill
The Demiurge must reign against God’s will
Revolt, return to God’s garden of love
Let life’s divine spark shine out from you above
Into the garden over the buried ruined souls
In ground where peace and love are the garden’s goals
And if while walking you encounter
These slanderous defamatory demons
God’s angels will hide you under their wing
And you will be protected by the praises
And the songs of thanksgiving that they sing
South Korea’s thirteenth guide, who rode Korea as his chariot
Only for six breathes, guided by the thirteenth star of Iscariot
Under the hoofs, he defiled the white flag, as yin and yang turned again
The slave of Seokga, the demiurge of sinful men
Hungry ghost of Chun Doo-hwan, the cornerstone of the people's burden
Killed by the bamboo dragon, the Korean people as one
Opened wide by the dragon’s teeth, showing a slave afraid of the sun
Running away from the dragon and sun, giving up the fight
Enduring all this, the dragon looked to Mount Sorak, to see a light
A bonghwang, with wings wide and free, shining through the flag of white
Eye am Sacred Antiquity
The Beginning, the Portal, the Untold Herstory
Eye am Nameless, Formless, Creator of the Created
Timeless Logos, Water and Fire mated
Eye am the Black Womb wherein the Gods and Goddesses emerged
My body adorned with Celestial Energy stones
Eye am the Eternal Demiurge
Maiden, Mother, Crone
My will reflects the All
With the Light My Fertility Ignite
Original Fecundity bringing forth Creativity
Gently Nurturing Fierce dark Feminine Potency
Eye am the Great Weaver
The Spinning Wheel of the Fates
Attributes Manifold, Herstory Untold
Leave your burdens at My Feet
Mercy and Grace Uphold.
Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year,
To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours;
My northeast friends will leave and disappear
For southern sun and obsequious flowers.
Only a stray, grey squirrel will appear
To find if nut from fall may still be found.
My thin bark may be gnawed by hungry deer
As no food may be found upon the ground.
For winter force’d nascent thoughts inward
And I must have the luxury to weigh
An eidolon, now so froward,
The freedom to gestate and have its way.
Then spring shall come and her new buds emerge
For Life’s Forms shall have their demiurge.
She navigates her prophecies
concurring with the starlit skies
glistening soft like the falling rain
she aims to please her one desire
Tinged in bluesome bathed in light
she navigates her prophecies
inside this sweet celestial ride
a genuine Demiurge, a Star
Donning elegance and goodwill
with courteousness, dexterity
she navigates her prophecies
while keeping with synodic time
She is endurance at her best
a bolt of lightening in the night
and as she etches leaving mark
she navigates her prophecies.
Jan. 27, 2020
Once a man who had no belief
Love was nugatory, too obsolete
No worries, no design.
But his heart did rine
When saw those blissful eyes
How could it be ?
The beauty that lies
He had fallen for her eyes
Roughed up his mind, recasted his soul
Beauty that was untold
The mist of the clouds
The glitter of the sun rays
What she possessed was exceedingly to be praised
He was bewildered
His heart racing loud
Mystic was the place where his demiurge rise
He had fallen for her eyes
He intended to say what he felt
To shatter those clutches that withheld
Amidst in the crowd, went towards her
Heart pumping loud, rid of all fear
How could you possess me with your eyes
Inexplainble serenity in them lies
I had undermined the competence of love
Speaking it out loud ....
There is a bond that ties
I have fallen for your eyes .
A petrified conjunction(?)
what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks
what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears
what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche
what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor
what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals
there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle!
inside an empty hillside manor
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions
Darkness envelops
the city
the demiurge is open for business
hookers on the street
show their wares
Speed freaks hearts
beat like bongo drums
In the shadows
a needle pierces flesh
Night people come out
in the shadows
The smell of stale beer
and laughter
comes from an after - hours club
The dark side of the city
sings and dances as the
clouds block the moonlight
the night people
remain
anonymous
in the urban shadows
The sundown shroud of evening fell
To settle on the city's wreck
Of buildings broke by wicked spell
Called by fate's destructive beck.
And from afar they saw the shapes
Stark, bleak against the red sunset
The ruined outlined cityscapes
Unknown misfortune met.
The country folk had little need
And rarely ventured to the smoke
But still they could not but take heed
And wonder how those buildings broke.
So, from afar they wondered at
What strange calamity befell
The city that had been so great
But what they couldn't tell
A strange flock from the west emerged
The sunset blooded red their fleece
Had some uncanny demiurge
A flock of demon sheep released?
But, no, they were just simple sheep
That somehow seemed to be astray
Unanswered though the questions creep
To where the flock had been that day
The strangest tales are oft untold
And sealed before the tale's begun
Since they had sneaked out from the fold
What dark deeds had those sheepies done?
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