Long Apocalypse Poems
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I spit on the sermons of slaver prophets.
Their prayers fed the whips that tore my ancestors’ flesh.
They built cathedrals with the blood of captives,
And sanctified pain in the name of a carnivorous God.
I am the heir of the tormented of Gorée,
The cursed child of plantations watered with tears.
I have not forgotten the slave ships,
Nor the papal blessings that celebrated chained flesh.
They call me barbarian because I refuse their pardon,
Yet their libraries reek of the lies of civilization.
I have no need for their counterfeit paradise,
Their heavens are slave markets painted blue.
I stand upright like the brave rebels of Haiti,
Torn from the entrails of the earth by the wrath of volcanoes.
I speak with the broken jaws of my forefathers,
And I write with the black ink of smothered genocides.
Their flags are cloths stained with blood,
Their laws, chains polished by diplomacy.
They claim to distribute freedom,
But their satanic philanthropy cultivates misery as an eternal rent.
I have no god to crown my wounds.
My faith is the scar tattooed on my forehead.
I have no temple to prostitute my soul,
My truth feeds on the rage of the damned.
Let them keep calling me a wicked *****,
I will turn that insult into a scepter.
I have no need for their recognition,
For my dignity is not for sale.
I live in this world fractured by their bombs,
Yet my conscience remains undefeated.
A people does not die when it chooses to remember,
And my memory is a weapon loaded blank against their idols.
One name is Mustafa one name is Ahmed
Let pray be upon Muhammed
At the apocalypse for us intercede
Let pray be upon Muhammed
His light fills the worshipper's heart
His praise prospers the heart's wealth
Lots of prayer is man's comfort
Let pray be upon Muhammed
If you wish to manage the state
Only worship to almighty Lord
Give prayer to honorable clean soul
Let pray be upon Muhammed
Dervish Moses be sincere in your deed
Obey to orders of superior prophet
There it is heaven's straight path
Let pray be upon Muhammed
Written by Dervis Musa (Dervish Moses)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Demonic voices
Drenched in acid rain
Despicable noises
Depressing pain
Hand me the gun
Free your soul
Break the mold
The sun was shunned
Thorns twisting around
Crushing your bones
Corrupting your senses
A guise for dementia
Follow the buzzers
To a land barren and empty
Once so lush and vibrant
A broken nightstand memory
Masquerade misery as freedom
A land with dreams
Is now a dilapidated wasteland
Of antiquated ideas
Fracture bridges
To finalized the divide
War is coming
Disguised as righteous deliverance
A war to end all wars
An end to life as we know it
Pitiable but true
Embrace the apocalypse
Demonic voices
Drenched in acid rain
The ragged haggard man
Writes his final ballad
The Mage's Curse
An ageless man has lived here for a thousand years ago
Now, and at all times, an invisible old ruler of this world
His power is bigger than that of any politician or king
He is an invisible person, living like a basic man alone
A general worker during the daytime, but at nighttime…
He is the power on the Earth – by magic and witchcraft
Oh, the people don’t know what he is doing – life and death
He creates wars or peace with his magical power and control
Believe me, this is true, I am a student of his dark master
He is good and evil. He has no karma, can do anything
Similar to Padmasambhava who is the famous crazy yogi
Oh, the crazy wisdom! I love it! Fantastic philosophy!
So, this lonely basic man drives with his mind the world
With his powerful magical mind, creates pain and happiness
Good or evil? Neither this or that. He stands above the world
He goes through spaces and eras, he hasn’t a limit – divinity
He lives among people, he sees a lot of suffering and cruelty
He experiences the moral decay of humanity, sees the end
He is so sad because the fate of humanity is going down
Must to stop this life, have to start all over everything – he thinks it
Too much selfishness, murdering, suffering, and death – he says it
He doing a huge ceremony, a real and dangerous black magic
Candles are burning, murderous symbols are phosphoresce
Here is the end, thousands of meteors bombard our earth
End of the life
Apocalypse
Humanity
Starts again
The life
When Faith turns fanatic,
When the mind, like a sponge soaked in dogma,
When the lure of money overrides,
When reason is hoodwinked
With the promise of a Heaven in wait,
A terrorist is born!
He moves around armed with ammunition.
Joins other desperados with loaded guns and bombs.
Like horrendous beasts unleashed from the den
They lunge on a rampage, with threats at gunpoint.
In God's name violence is concocted
Spewing hatred, hostility, and horror
When interests clash, when the greed for power overrides
Between countries, tension builds.
In the war between Russia and Ukraine
In the turmoil between Jews and Palestinians
How many have died leaving their families wailing?
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
Guns roar, bombs blast, causing,
Death, deformity, and destruction,
Mushroom clouds rise high.
Dark clouds hang on the horizon.
Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents
Leading to distress and doom.
With the world turning into a battlefield
We need an escape from this inferno.
Combined efforts alone can subdue,
This formidable enemy of gigantic proportions.
United shall we stay to get all wrongs right,
Muster strength to catch the bull by its horns,
To let the doves of peace take on wings,
And build a world free of hostility and war!
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"The Anatomy of God"
Who shall say there is one God?
if there are many, as it seems
in all the world’s sects and religions -
Who is their God? Is the source
some universal, bright, big, ultra simple,
ultra clean - Halogen Light Beam?
Or just an empty space beyond Beyond,
drawing us all slowly into it’s Black Hole vacuum
and this has been the true story all along?
The question poses images of
many different things
a snake eating it’s own tail,
a never-ending eternity ring;
Who shall say there is no God
there are many, it seems;
there are those who are certain
dead is dead, there are no dreams
no curtain, nor a veil that’s thin,
there is no such thing as Heaven -
but could it be, God is hidden,
in Rene Magritte’s Son of Man’s vision
and what rapture direction Magritte's Golconda -
will men rain up or down? I wonder.
Go peel back the pages of your books
and the layers of your glass onions
maybe there, maybe not
the answers to be found -
A.I. weaves it's membrane tentacles
seeing, hearing every thought, face and sound.
To each his own and to own their sins
The Anatomy of God
like peeling layers, of an onion,
the questions burn, then they sting
honey dripping, bitter almonds
holy waters rising
what happens if it’s sink or swim?
Revelations of all Armies
fighting wars without, not within -
Are aliens demons? Or distant family, some say friends?
Dream on dear open minded legions
with or without dominion;
Questions forever oceans rising,
like Meteors, Cock Robin
Sky is Falling
Who is God?
What is God?
Something’s coming,
Something’s calling.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
very simple musings, of a very simple mind
1. Debate: Sam Harris & Jordan Peterson
https://www.patreon.com/posts/sam-harris-1-20821646
2. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S1 Ep 2 - Apocalypse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFP1UQnixlU
3. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S2 Ep 2 - Heaven & Hell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeZqCHUCsMg
4. Common Themes in Rapture Dreams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HV7QgU2htJc
5. Electromagnetic Plasma Event 2019 / The Watchman Review
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gro5Bknjdkw
6. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7xWffB2nH0
Title:
Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?
(A lone voice whispers)
In the beginning
Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin
Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth
Seeking The Meaning of Sin
To clandestine dark places where
Angels
Without harps
Profusely lambast and
Sing
Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises
Seduced by Mistresses and Masters
Of Seductions
By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes
And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood
By a select few
Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously
Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs
Always on the lookout for engagements
A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release
Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid
From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine
As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse
Approaches with such devious guile
Heralding a new divine invasion
Of your own United Nations
So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh
Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins
Of old encounters and embraces
Of its sensuous
Flesh
Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of deep personal histories
Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed
Still seemingly held in check
By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods
But still always courageously
Praying silently to the skies
Trying to save
Your soul
Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down
To intercede
Copyright John Duffy
I told the nurse
I swallowed a snake.
He charted: religious mania.
But I felt her—
three and a half turns
sleeping
just south of the back
of my clavicle.
I called her Vera
then,
full breath
pried me open.
Fire-rising,
slithering:
it was gospel
sliding
down my vertebrae—
a ladder
Jacob had forgotten—
yea and behold though
we came
back for it.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Or crying.
Or saying
I saw light in the colorless
rooms
outside
understanding.
When I explained, again,
how god comes
in my root,
propels
herself through
my expanded
throat
chakra,
they were furious—
branded me
inpatient,
wrapped my wrists,
ordered more
Thorazine.
They don’t let me
sit cross-legged,
say my mantra
disturbs
the others.
Just between
you and me
this energy wall
crumbling, this crux
of second comings,
this fifth horseman—
is a woman re-forming
initiation:
an apocalypse
finally
worth the animal
salt-sweat
hump
it took to get it
going.
An earth in exhale of sigh, rising up, rising down in lungswell
till the air and forest becomes flash paper dry
Eoning as its corner eye looks in disgust
at the red flashed sky mirroring the pits of shale
The Unmooring of the World A Copses of Souls impaled by the by and by
Of the Deepest Slain in the coals
A Tumultuous, Ebb and Flow of broken Souls
Flotsam and Jetsaming in Sheoles foam,
An Eon in the Night that has never woken from
untended its suspended slumber
A Mournful, hell mouthful-Inflamed sliver of Echoed choking ember
tasting the not yet, but impending scape of Morpheus pudding cloud
Lifts its lids quickly open to a distances closer screaming for crying out loud
on the cores plasmatic searotic river gushing in gushing out
like a locomotive trudging errant, but right on time
Wave of signs, sine wave and sin city hives
Yes, we're right on time
......To be taken as the spoils of the dead, left for, the unspoken for
Unraveling the Sorrow of All that's Fallen, to the stakes
aiding and abetting our own Olympus in death throes faces
under anastesia of strobing
Unbound to Eternal Sorrow, Unbound to Eternal Despair calling
Unveiling of the Mystery of the Unseen, Hollows
EonS, Foremost- Slain of Raven eye of Savant Kingsgame Throne again St.
To unweave itself cleaven to token Fear-
A Mournfold, In flames A Shudder of Echoes morse coding the remains "distress is near, distress is near!"
and of negative ion of droplet spear?,- Unbreakable pandemonium-arears
A Copse of Souls A neural shame's-acidic tear Unveiling of the Mystery
of the Unseen here, swearing by name, taken in vain.
Board up all the windows. Lock up all the doors.
Now has come the moment we’ve been preparing for.
We can’t take the time for you to come to grips…
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
Load up all the shotguns. Sharpen up the knives.
If you have no weapons you’ll be running for your lives.
Keep your sidearm close and make sure you have extra clips.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
You can’t keep more stuff than you can carry.
You’re the food source now. You must be wary.
The slightest slip or stumble, you’ll be caught by the undead.
And they long to be fed by the gray stuff in your head…
Hear the sound that freezes the blood within your veins.
The constant, quiet murmer, “Brains……."
It’s just the rugged hero who replies with pithy quips.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
The rest will find excuses for some long and lengthy trips…
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!