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It began with hysteria one day,
On seeing him, she screamed,
Trying to hide and run away,
A chaotic scene he never dreamed,
Her mind spiraled out of control,
A perpetual deterioration,
Their promises of love, a hollow hole,
An apocalypse like situation,
She drew into herself slowly,
Away from all around her,
A cacophony in her mind wholly,
As she forgot to remember,
Still, her husband loves her deep,
And in the end, their love will thrive,
Coz in praying for her, he does keep
A kaleidoscope of hope alive.
09/25/17
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Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care
A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed
The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true
You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight
Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue
There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand
Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform
And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth
sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Apocalypse
I saw the storm approaching. It had a look of evil intent
People were seeking shelter in the town's only café
I didn't like to share the place with so many
and I had to find my dog before the storm hit
I found what had been a bus shelter, a bunker from a war
only remembered by historians, or a would-be writer
The storm hit with a roar of death and insane destruction
When it was over, the town had disappeared
A field of sea green grass had taken its place, the stillness
so acute I could hear the grass incessantly whispering, that
made my dog nervous, we moved and walked on the sand
of the newborn
We could not stay still, walking on in the hope of finding
a past that could be helpful when we arrive
where the future was, not sure if the old past and the new
The future would merge into a seamless whole
At the edge of a roaring ravine humanity shivers this year
Wondering how it has reached here with wounded civilizations
Forgetting age old blunders incurred upon the existence of humans
Thriving jealousy, waging wars
Building armory to destroy their own
Caressing destruction by diplomacy
Spilling oil over nature gasping for life
Now Earth retaliates to cleanse itself
Bubbling volcanoes, newborn tornadoes
Novel pandemics, extinction of genes
Humanity struggles to resurface
Through abandoned shades of hope
That retains itself over centuries
Is this the beginning of an apocalypse till the end?
Hope wishes a few might survive to preserve cultures and live on
But hope believes humans will change to create a new world with nobility
This might be the awaited beginning
Do humans at last, understand?
May 23, 2020
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?
Come dance and sing
Side by side with the Lizard King,
Entranced as he devours his rage
In the seductive dark at the edge of the stage.
The Lizard King can do anything.
Balanced on the edge of a grave,
You'll give away what you came to save.
Fifty amps send forth salacious screams
His acolytes swarm to share these dreams.
The Lizard King can do anything.
Eyes that some would die for
Cast their magics from the printed page
"Who Do You Love?" they ask
Looking for the answer in ceremonies
Held in the pulsing womb of the night.
Streets are filled with doubt and pain
As youth's desires contend with those of age
Drowning together in the summer's bloody rain.
Poet possessed by a savage muse
Now plays the Apocalypse Cafe'
Sings to angels and demons
' Neath the spinning stars
At the Eternal Carnival.
This is the end, Beautiful Friend;
The crystal ship is sailing off.
Dance on fires in the East with the Czar
Drinking mystic draughts in the final Whiskey Bar.
Show us the way to the next little girl
And don't ask why
We are born to grieve and love and die.
Strange fruits grow
In the garden of the Big Sleep
Where the Lizard's scales shine
On the face of the Deep.
Laugh there with those born to sweet delight,
Weep with those who living in the endless night.
Come dance and sing
'Til the concert hall rings
Come dance in a place that knows no sense
That will shudder and shake a thousand years hence.
The Lizard King can do anything.
Come see what disembodiment brings
In the court of the Lizard King.
Shout within the celestial walls
Harken to the voice of the Void as it calls.
The Lizard King can do anything.
Sometimes, when I'm upset, I feel like pulling the sun down,
To yank the rays from its tousled hair with a dreamy frown.
Lip vibrations—apologies lament the color in my veins,
My thoughts fly, uncultured, like lost birds in night’s dark lanes.
Your mind, styled by my trivial foolishness, spins around,
My lazy thoughts, twisted words, in chaos are bound.
My brewing winds, acute crises of epileptic flair,
Like any earthbound soul, child or creature in despair.
Each with a mind full of rotten resignation,
Stories are guides between us, an endless connection.
Pagan shepherds invade the lazy Christian sheep,
They club my good thoughts, like dreams in beauty steeped.
Propped up in a future, somber, controversial, and abstract,
When I slip the world's Apocalypse into your womb, an intact pact,
A hidden longing, in unseen abysses it’s stored,
The world changes, but our love cannot be ignored.
Oh Babylon the Great , the Dragon Queen
false religion rides the highway of mankinds being
clothed without visions robes of splendor
conceals the violations of Truth you render
The crown you have gained through war and bloodshed
proof that what lies inside your heart is dead
"let the dead bury the dead" said Jesus in passing
you must leave her roads if you want "Life Everlasting"
Exquisitely adorned on the beast you have saddled
the chalice of blood shed and humanity have addled
you have mesmerized the multitudes Chaldean mystics spell
consumption at your table the poison of the fell
Those who dine and lie with you produced the final generation
those who only love themselves and hatred in every nation
beneath your robes of beauty the acts of carnage you've concealed
but Jehovah by Christ Jesus has them openly revealed
The castles and cathedrals tell the real story
money taken from the poor to memorialize your glory
the histories of the nations and temples where you dwell
illusion of those seeking peace but the ranks of war there swell
You say "I sit a Queen" to the one you've sworn your oath you've lied
you have pandered to the enemy in every action taken side
the jewels you have garnered are those of hardened stone
dust of your desires , exposed your graveyard of dry bone
Mankind likes his "ritual" his "habits" and his "drink"
when immersed in them he doesn't have to think
baptized with the mysteries questions have no answer
intelligence is manipulated by the puppet master
Upon the wings of Dragon, these heights you have flown
but Jesus by "revelation" shows you from the saddle thrown
those who really love the Truth from your chains have fled
they have recognized the corpse of the living dead
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God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
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... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue
her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind
a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time
mind’s skates tied up in bundles of snowflakes
gloves off for defeat with all speed set in arrest
not even her black woollen hat showed any signs
of thawing heart-warming emotions for comfort
empty speech bubbles covered her scraped tongue
where a mouth-watering waterfall should pursue
a pick axe with nothing left to dissect or construct
dangled from a callous corpus callosum in pain
unable to connect right left wrong or left to correct
this was not what searching tranquillity had promised
in contrast transcendence wept at chilly flood gates
a voice that had so much to part with in a landscape
of permanent layers of verglas onto vaporous rime
she wished for some slime or yuck glopping goo
but permafrost refused a glimpse of impermanence
a fool thought it funny to stick a carrot in her nostril
helpless she could not leave the vegetative state of affairs
clung to a string of crystal beads at pearly gates of no return
this is a lie I am Pinocchio at the threshold of truth
a metaphor unable to break the spell of apocalypse
unfulfilled amphora and vessel that can’t even leak
incontinence at the pointless orifice of evacuation
without one drop of hope for cataracts to dissolve
a lonely icebreaker with nothing left to crack open
where a firm skull should harbour my residual flow
when a polar bear embraced her unbalanced spectre
shared his white furry coat under a mantle of darkness
shales of introjection floated away from the solar eclipse
which had sheltered her from a charcoaled manic cauldron
touching middle grounds in between scorching euphoria
and lifeless apathy just long enough to remember that she had
not taken her medication and the self-help manual was useless
sometimes catharsis has to wait for one small lucid moment
when a beak meets a beaker and cascades start from a dribble