The End time
The clock is speeding up til end of the earth
Heaven and Earth have been waiting for this
Each day, a prophecy is being fulfilled as told
Eastern gate from Zion salvation will come
Now, the children of God see their messiah
During this time comes the true remnants
Tribulation swill sort wheat from the chaffs
Israel, you were warned of this desolations
Mount Zion God Son messiah he will return
Eden Gods' garden, it will finally be restored
Categories:
desolations, christian, god, jesus,
Form: Acrostic
Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.
I feel that dry course texture of alabaster
and sin, the skin you are in, I feel the sand in my teeth…
The tang of its bitter taste the smell of parchment
dry as desolations rage, I recoil at the touch of your alabaster skin.
I feel the bones without and within brittle as suicide of time you sit with that sinister grin n that hellacious light in you inner eyes, spin!
I figure you are the one to be waiting before the son with the blade as sharp and keen slicing your alabester skin.
Slicing away your dry fragments of sin I keep it all in the dry rot of my mind the turn of my stomach
I want to cress and suffocate…
Your candlelight…
The lies that the eyes tell, that watch me caressing your delicate skin all alabaster and white dry as stone and l...
Fragile as alabaster white dry as your skin
so sweet I want to suffocate all, within!
as fragments of you drift
over and around
like the sand
thought
the hourglass…
Alabaster Skin
Categories:
desolations, abortion, abuse, allegory, allusion,
Form: Free verse
What tis' the work of man
to leave a testament
to his grand plans,
the usurper of the throne
eternal is, man!
The after image
of a lost god left
a cold planet
our former mother,
Mother Earth.
We use and abuse toss aside
the husk of humanity
the aftermath of an arrogant divinity!
We live, love, destroy,
we feed, bleed
&
Breed?
...lay waste to everything we don’t understand
no faith in our father's fate to repeat.
From our destiny to our sin
Desolations of our history!
…in our post-human waste.
Categories:
desolations, abortion, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
The world is avoid
no new color just tones
of ashes and soot
a dark building sharp in focus
softer vision feeling the displacement of time
Like the MESSENGER's wings
I sweep away the dust of time
the dust of fear
as this world collides
no words can tell
just sensations of frost-wintry white
chilling are my visions
a movie hall dark at night
standing delicately in the shadows
of a hard midnight
harsh in memory soft of world
hard insight
dust n cobwebs
my memory collects
clinging to everything
as my world collides
my earth is in desolation tones
of ash n bone
aq dark city on the horizon, running, running...
returning, returning to a stop
along the seams of oblivion
how long is this corridor of time
lingering on desolation's boulevard
as worlds collide
Categories:
desolations, allegory, allusion, america, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
COMPUTATIONAL SUMMONS ...
DAMNATION'S DEMONS DRIVE
INTELLIGENT MACHINES.
HELL BOUND IN CIRCUITRY
BOARDS WITH DIGITAL IMAGING
A GODFORSAKEN ENIGMA BUILT
IN INFERNO'S HOT SILICON MATRIX.
DESOLATIONS DIVINITIES
RULE A VIRTUAL LABYRINTH.
THE CELESTIALS CREATED MAN!
MAN DESTROYED THE DIVINE, INSANE!
THE PROFANE CREATED SACRED MACHINES
OF TWISTED LOGIC, SPARKS RAIN!
Categories:
desolations, anger, bible, christian, creation,
Form: Free verse
days pass into silent oblivion
each one a page from history
each a footnote of memory
life passing one into the next
blurring in shape and desire
a bright outline of memory
fire defined by the arc of a star
the swing of a sphere though darkest void
only noted by sovereign eyes
in the depth of the eternal either
it’s how we define, remember, explore
the shapes and desires
burning bright silver
a halo of gold
outline of sovereign eyes
in memories of fire as days pass
into oblivion
each a page of history
desolations footnotes to misery...
Categories:
desolations, creation, dream, emotions, god,
Form: Free verse
Swift across
the forest floor
running
with her fear
looking for
a long ago
a chamber tomb
buried there.
See her trance
see her gaze
she knows she’s
near
where sorrow
stays.
Through trusted woods
past silent trees
to the stillness of
the lake
she silent prays
on bended knee
her soul
for God to take.
Weak from desolations
rage from desolations
wrath
sickly from the
rotting stench
strewn across her path.
Defended by hounds
of hell
beyond that
fiery blaze
Mother knows where
sorrow lives
where it hides
and plays.
Hear the echoes
hear the cries
beyond
the shore
sweet intention
dies.
Such memories
illusions meant
for days
that never were
delusions cast
into a grave
from which
they’ll never stir.
Within the depths
of trusted woods
nearest to the shore
she keeps a secret
to herself and more
and more and more.
(Click on the pic for a preview of my poetry book!)
Categories:
desolations, angst,
Form: Rhyme
The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles
With not one word out of place
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged
Aridity of public sentiment
Proved a deserted nature of love
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver
For workers to pluck cold limbs
And prepare the fields
Where black gold geysers
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground
Commissioned were penny whistles
And morts moaning on cue
For quarry men slouched
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas
To splatter blood upon
Categories:
desolations, veterans day, violence, war,
Form: Blank verse
Seem I'll walk this road alone
the time of never looming forever. shivers filter thru my bones,
yearning to be soothed by hushed tones.
Once happy, now shrouded in
misery
pondering my mental stockpile of uncertainty
half smiles strapped in pain,
choked up feelings of past privileges hoping to regain. tethered by unseen chains.
The soul feeling scarred, suppress , and under duress
How......oh.... how do I break free from this sadness that envelopes me?
Cascading down a mound of despair wishing this sadness will disappear,
relieving me of my desolations and fear
Where....oh....where is my guardian angel out there.
Categories:
desolations, betrayal,
Form: Personification
WHEN THE WORLD SLEEPS
This man Christ,very God and
very man,this great design and ‘til
the end of time,to make all sinners
‘mine’. To commemorate this
sacrifice this glorious sacrament,
a preparation daye, a solemne
Feast of mercy and miracles.Pledges
of Thy love, sacred institutions
regularly to be said, of prayer and
meditation,lest they wither away,
dead, with time.When all the world
is asleep we should’st watch upon the
Day-lilie of life as if the sun were
already set.When all is gone,and
all is dust, deformity ,desolation
and stress.Keep me Lord from hours,
and the powers, of the darknesse.
From Henry Vaughan’s Solitary Desolations
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Categories:
desolations, christian, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse
World Justice: Ward, Jennifer
2010
W to the J, J to the W
Voice crackle to the sound of unfairness
Question your place within the white world of today
Your community privileges
With pen in hand, contemplates to write the notes of despairs
W to the J, J to the W
Concern by the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Voice crackle to the sight of classicism, sexism, racism
Ism to the reason of wrongness
Lift your sword, write the notes of desolations
W to the J, J to the W
Yesterday, today and tomorrow ******** shut down
Voice crackle to the vocalism of the nonsense, ignorance
Stand against the personal struggles, write the notes of accomplishments
W to the J, J to the W
Open your voice
Let it sing with the rhythm of the goddesses
Athena, the goddess of war will be by your side
So, lift your sword
Write the notes of struggle, despair and resilience
Vocalize for the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Shout
Holler
Scream
And your sword never let go
Categories:
desolations, dedicationwrite, today, write,
Form: Ode
After Katherina
My faith half mast like a flag
Beat no tambourina
For shining citadel and rag
Of old traditions
That could just walk away
Form the desolations
To tell us pray.
After Katherina
I saw the Mason-Dixon line
Was no mere enigma
The living are not color blind
God gave us eyes
To see, memories to keep
Where the waters rise
We must wade the deep
We must like a fist
Bring its fingers together
With love insist
Our children shall not scatter
Wrath for black birds dinner
And after the fire next time
And after Katherina
No Ceaser shall spend the dime
After Katherina
My soul like thunderbolt shook
And wrote Aluta continua
With lightning in a book
Of water colored grief
Where history floats dead bodies
And found no relief
For colonies of sweet theories.
Categories:
desolations, social
Form: Free verse
Hold onto fantasy if you dare
Ride the night winds over desolations sands
Hear the fading voice of the masses
The few who chanced all and were devoured
Consumed within the flames of selfishness
Live in the blessing of daylight
That finite moment that can never be held
A tempest ravaging without an ending
Raging on without entreaty…without reservation
Hold onto the truth scratched on the wall
Declaring to the one who reads his own deliverance
Listen to the song of life slowing
Into sweet nothingness ever pellucid
Deepened in truth as time marches forward
Hold onto fantasy if you choose
Drink of its essence upon deaths embrace
It’s that undoubting spirit which will carry you onward
The respite from solitary pursued throughout life
Categories:
desolations, introspection, philosophy, visionary, fantasy,
Form: Free verse