We were conceived and born in sin
Shrouded in pitch darkness
The price written was death
Paid for by Adam as a price for
treasonable felony in death
Then darkness became our
second nature,
Our apparel and our cloak
Jesus stood in our place and
Paid the debt of our progenitor
He took upon Himself our burden
and baggage of sin
Nailing it on the cross.
Declaring our freedom from the law
of sin and death
Lightening our darkness
Illuminating Us with His light.
I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales,
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.
I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms,
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness,
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...
you bring me comfort
in your chaos.
with every rumble,
with every crash,
my heart pings with joy.
I feel your rawness my blood rushes faster
then my veins can hold.
I become an adrenaline junkie,
jolted with excitement
alive.
Every strike you send
a message
a sudden transformation forms.
I am one with you,
I feel your power,
hold your energy.
you've set me on a new course
while bringing inner peace
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Summer dusk descends~
tiny lanterns drift between
my cupped, patient hands.
One flickers gold against skin,
then slips free into the dark.
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There are moments
when love feels like flight,
as though the air itself bends
to lift us higher.
Your smile is not just light,
it is acceleration,
a rush that floods my body
until I am dizzy with wonder.
Every glance from you
is electricity-
not pain,
but the spark of being alive
in ways I had only imagined.
Euphoria is dangerous,
a fever of the soul.
It makes the ordinary miraculous:
a shared laugh becomes music,
a hand brushing mine
becomes revelation.
The world is still flawed,
but through you
I see it gleam,
as though touched by divinity.
I fear this joy sometimes,
its intensity,
its sharpness.
But what is love
if not the willingness
to surrender to the storm
and let it remake you?
So I leap,
I fall,
I burn,
I soar.
For in your presence,
every nerve sings,
and I am made infinite.
A sharp bang it sang,
Which struck down with a loud pang!
Jagged across the sky like a laser beam,
What a streak to see underneath;
the black skies of old!
It lighted the heavens,
And extinguished the flames.
Forever in Jahanam!
Forever in Jahannah!
That is what we are told in legends foretold.
Signs of light seep in the dark abyss!
Showering down hail!
Keeping a tight grip of the rope of the Merciful Lord!
We shall not fail beneath’s God’s hidden veil!
Lightening Gardens
Mountains beyond reach
Dreams vanishing
Silver coins gleaming
Empty spaces to luxury
Painted beautiful clouds
Indigo prints through smoked storms
Lightening Gardens
Humming fabrics
Travelling water-falls
Callingraphy art
Golden radiant sun
Imagination flourished
Spices to aromas
Dancing flowers
Smiles ponder
Heart translucent
Journey on your own path
Poetry I’ve become
So whom does the lightening
strike ?
While your hiding behind
that big oak tree.
Lightening illuminating the sky
It’s beautiful yet gives a fright
Going to shut off my pc
Hoping it won’t shock me
Thundering a sound that booms
Effecting me jumping across room
Neon night with rain in tow
I wonder about the birds are they cold
Not one bird complains for
God takes care of them I’m sure
A Lightening strike
hit a tree in the back yard
resembles toothpicks.
It wasn’t the lightning
that split me--
it was the silence that came before.
That breathless hush
like the world holding its tongue
right before it screams.
I have learned
to count the seconds
between betrayal and the crack--
the flash of what you did,
and the roar of who I became.
Don’t tell me
to be soft in this storm.
I was soft
when I begged,
when I bled through apologies
you never meant to give.
Now, I burn.
I rise with the wind.
The sky echoes me
and I do not flinch
at the sound of myself anymore.
You ran
when the clouds broke.
I stood
and screamed back.
Because I don’t come
after the thunder.
I come along with it.
Rain is biting the building’s raspberry roof
Making a meal hard like a cold blue tooth
And the wind blows yes hear it wail
A lone leaf floats like a boat with a sail
Lightening strike as if bowling
Knocking down pins some rolling
Striking tree tops even some poles
Hitting some crops even some souls
You can survive lightning strike
Just the same from it can die
Surely you will have to agree
Nature is a force of mystery
From the clay moulded into being a substance
Intoxicating spirit born free with moral choice intact
inside the living waters breathes with life salt based
unto moving forms crying for love unconditional pearls drop
Where it begins shape shifting vices around desires to kill
Through a fire's ash with smouldering embers
in all that remains positively sparked negative
incense of a souls domain burnt offering rises as smoke signals
The end of mere existence destroying human rights
overshadowed by sin good is trampled upon as weak
unto facts that are pinned down correctly under dirty deeds
reveal a secret pact unforgiving faceless
no true person whom believes in God
under cardinal law twists the truth around murder as a just cause
Politically this world circus denies us peace
making a mockery of our church altering divine law to suit darkness
balls of lightning
scrape the darkness
off my window
desert hills illuminated
thundering growls
of a grumpy giant
rumble through the night
while my pillow squishes
against my chest
like you
loud huffs and puffs
scatter twigs, leaves and dust
across the concrete
sky's all swollen
and the earth pants
in anticipation
arching up
to meet the clouds
ravished trees rustle
thirsty for so long
dry blades
stand so soo straight
straining to be drownedn¨n
a pregnant pause
while sheets of silent light
splinter into x-rays
of desperation
and fertile longing
she holds her breath
quivering
and the Universe explodes
smashing, crashing
stabbing the ground
splitting it wide open
to swallow torrents
descending drenching
tearing and rending
filling and drilling
penetrating
saturating
soaking and drowning
gasping for air
mad rushing
recedes
into the lulling drizzle
she absorbs
until the moon is gone
mouth so dry
I wake face buried
in the soft folds
of what comforts me
these days
and you're waiting
for the wake up call
you never wake up to
(you know)
rid of thoughts
washed away
it's a new day
I heard the thunder,
a sound from seventy-four,
Bringing the lightning,
With nowhere to run and hide,
Did you feel that purple storm?
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