In His blood, in His book
Washed in, written
Of redemption and of life
One man's, all men.
“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
I step across the stone threshold, feet moving slow as a heartbeat. The quiet of the church rises up to meet you.
You are looking for a place to rest your weight, looking for eyes that will see you and stay. Instead, there is the sharp sting of a turned back.It is the heaviest kind of silence when you offer your presence and receive a departure.
I stood at the threshold of the nave,my slow steps dragging the dust of the road.I reached out a hand toward your shadow ,but you turned your face away leaving me with the cold air of the aisle.Shepherd me, O Lord.
The staff feels far off in the dark.The valleys are deep, the paths are rocky and the sheep are so numerous.I am the one lagging at the very back wondering if the gate will shut before I reach it.
Will you look down at the bruised reed? Will you call the name I have forgotten how to speak? Or am I too frayed for the pasture ,too broken for the fold?
I am waiting by the altar rail asking if there is oil enough for my head asking if I am worth the search when the night grows long.
In a dark world where many fear real authenticity
and cannot handle the rawness of everyday life
there is a true light to be found in every Aquarius.
Many people tend to misjudge them as very careless
and wrongly assume they feel nothing at all or ever
but the power of their love can be quite precarious
In their glimmering eyes there is a very deep truth
that only they might be able to fully understand;
perhaps that is why they're not always so serious
But because humanity is their greatest love of all
they will work to ensure their water jar pours forth
although with the right people they are gregarious.
This poem is part of my zodiac-themed collection. "To Honor Winter's Shadows" was the first in this series. Pisces is next in this series, though I've no idea when that'll be. The poems I write honestly come of their own accord and I don't like to force my talent. Thank you for reading!
JOHN TO LINDSEY HI
AFTER ME, YOU WENT TO TRUMP WHY?
I SAW FROM UP HIGH
They're coming by the thousands,
here to suck your blood,
here to take a bite,
in a gluttonous biblical flood.
Hold firm and squirm,
don't be late,
or wait,
hold the gates,
then accept your fate.
The bureaucracy of being
Can’t remember my ID
Passport data is short living
Your Police Supremacy
Choose one of the empty pages
Put your stamp and let me come
If I look disadvantageous
Kick me off to where I’m from
Passport sings your best folk song
Passport makes the man
It reveals where you belong
Who are you to them
It’s the world of nations, countries,
Guardians of the universe
I was taught to understand this
But foreseeably dispersed
It’s the world of great traditions
Sacred territories, man!
My feigned ignorance is suspicious
As their curious concern
Passport is my entropy
Passport opens gates
Or it keeps them closed for me
Cos I book no dates..
Siege of the Golden Door
I heard their shouting as I slept,
The evil dead, straining at the gates of Hell.
With the spirits’ seven pens of light,
They maraud all from behind the golden door.
A warning: I must arm myself with lore,
To learn the way to shut that door
Before they come.
Another spring sun warms the grass
I trace the names in leaning stone
Arrived again
Another year has passed
Called here
Somehow less alone
I keep returning to the graveyard gates
Where the world moves slow
Where the heart still waits
Every tear I left
Every whispered plea
Turns to quiet strength inside of me
I keep returning
Finding what I miss
In memories steady
Soft and honest
Long journey
That winding way of sorrow
Step by step
It changed my feet
For so many years that felt like borrowed
Time that never felt complete
I keep returning to the graveyard gates
Where the world moves slow
Where the heart still waits
Every tear I left
Every whispered plea
Turns to quiet strength inside of me
I keep returning
Finding what I miss
In memories steady
Soft and honest
Graveyard Gates
Graveyard Gates
I wish I could cry.
Let my feelings out and be gone.
I'm drowning in my silence.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
quantum gates open
peace centres rotate
light waves and particles jump
non-local, then ~ here-now
peace centres rotate
expanding human frequency
non-local, then ~ here-now
consciousness stretch
expanding human frequency
quantum gates close
consciousness stretch
portals removed
quantum gates close
peace centres blocked
portals removed
light particles stilled
peace centres blocked
cosmos collapses
light particles stilled
human frequency reabsorbed
cosmos collapses
One becomes Void
human frequency reabsorbed
reconfigure openings
One becomes Void
energy vibrations altered
reconfigure openings
dark eclipses light
mountains dissolve
cosmos sleeps
sky purple
humans disappear
cosmos sleeps
light waves and particles jump
humans disappear
quantum gates open ~
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Placed 3rd : Standard Contest : Jan.26
The mind pirouettes, ideas come about
creative imagination seeded then sprout.
The thickening of the roots
the strengthening of the limbs
flourishing concepts from within.
Now it’s time to go beyond
an expedition to worlds not found.
It is here to be courageous
and test limits of intellect,
adventuring outside
parameters of being correct.
Shinoatis carinthitim spendocious tellee
Hoven precurios shallus ohhe freeh
Nowtween freye overis beh thye lates
Slowwlly koming bakk inside guarded gates.
It is this risk that must be taken
leaving the conforming habitual haven.
These outside worlds bring inside veracity
deepening the roots of life’s capacity.
The gates of Hell are sworn to bore
Ghiberti’s doors that guard their shore.
For who sets fate if truth is tore?
With paths that shine and gleam,
Leaves binds of souls unseen;
From grace I watched her gently fall,
A treacherous path that roots the wall.
Where pride arose where love was small,
My humility stayed,
A hostage left to fade.
Good intentions poured as stone,
This walkway hardened, now my own.
Paradise by man we've known,
Life doubts the gilded lies,
While truth within it blinds.
An angel came with wings of wind,
A blessing soaked in pains unhinged.
Attention traced through sins, we grinned.
I listened, voice restrained,
Still trembled when set aflame.
Foolishly, I tried to start,
Belief held firm within my heart.
Deceived by pretense from our start,
God selects a tool,
To reward a fool.
The truth we chase remains unseen,
Through gates of Hell with skies serene.
Our hearts endure the in-between.
What a rhythm to find if these gates still remember me.
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(Apologies, I could not find an option for cinqopet or iambic tetrameter, so labeling as rhyme)
Through Darkness You Travel,
The Knight, who is carried by the Sun and Moon.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
Through the symbols and runes
I feel your Soul,
Projected from the depths of your Heart.
Suddenly, we hear the Dark One whisper;
The pain we feel in this abyss,
Shall awaken the Serpent
That sleeps in the Underworld.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
And ask you to walk with me,
Towards the Gates of Your black Kingdom.
As the Serpent Rises,
We proceed to the opening.
Hand in Hand we enter the Gates.
As we love and embrace,
Our Stars shine as Bright as Lucifer,
The Dark One once more whispers;
No need to seek, as it is Here!
Always been and will be.
Here! This Present Moment!
It seems bill gates, has moved the posts.?
Yet how he stands.? Regarding the roast.?
The cooking of the globe, thats now more green.' In mass near big as the USA is the
Intel; it seems? the old narrative is creaky
Maybe as fake, as trumps tan.? Not that
I hold it against the man.. As long as he
Does not make it law.' As I own a green suit and that combos raw.' Apart from that
All is as it seems, the crazys are still at
The levers..Like in a whacky races scene..
I'm worn out from laughing' from both the
Extreems, of comedy and tradgedy, wasn't
Con-vid just the scream..! Now we are supposed to celebrate again horror and macarbe.? OK tell the whackos we are all
Broke now, so can't pay into their game of
Cards.'
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