Long Ascension Poems
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Truth is not flexible
though often stretched
if not totally perverted--
the liar a master
manipulator of words
and people:
I listen to the politician
stretch both sides of his mouth,
the serpent tongue
not always visible
behind expensive implants,
but the scent
is a giveaway.
They marry their deceits;
butcher their enemies
(it takes a heart to care,
and a sense of soul
to register guilt)
leaving their victims
in the gutter for the public
to bury
a warning!
Grotesque portraits of the
great distance from heaven
Godless men will travel
to solidify dominion
over those weaker.
They prize themselves
where once were
Genuine Pulitzers;
but time heals all wounds--
and time resurrects
those wrongly crucified,
before their ascension
(kicking and screaming)
will drag their murderers
down into hell for just
reward:
What they always wanted--
Terms without limits….
~ZOMBIE NIGHT~
WHINING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Ascension of the dead -Longing to live again
Sands of desert flip the hour glass back
WHIMPERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Taking light from where evil stays
Feeding away leaving behind a death valley zone
WONDERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Dead souls forsake the common land
Shadowing like Equinox light
Walking corpse covered in rotten barren sand
WINDY WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Upright, forward broken taboo
Searching for the perfect breath of fresh air
Sounds of symbols march the ground
Searching to find their missing heartbeat
WHISKING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Ascension of the dead -Long to live again
Bones slowly desert distorted resting home
Moonlight vanishing in complete despair
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
WHEN WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
by;PD
IN AND OF THE EQUITY OF DIVINE WISDOM AND GUIDANCE
Wisdom nourishing,
Understanding hydrating,
Be bound in service:
Engaged in labors of love,
With services to others:-
Energized in faith,
With belief in God and self,
Be an enlightener:
Reflecting inspiration,
And navigating guidance:-
In every way,
Be an instrument of peace,
Cultivating equity:-
Canvassing God’s will,
Pathway justice’s liberty:-
Squaring off with hope,
Cube peace, love, and unity:
Onement, the product:-
Resurrecting awareness,
Seek righteousness ascension:-
In divine wisdom
Always protract God’s oneness,
And divine evidence:
When He created this world,
Life dawned with equality:-
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Taken up to heaven to sit at God’s right hand,
He sent His apostles to every man,
To teach, to preach to heal so all may understand
He died, He rose and He will come again.
He raised His hands, blessed them and rose up out of sight
Then they went forth to preach everywhere.
To tell the world about the Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life,
That when He comes we won’t be unaware.
“Therefore,” He told them, “go. Make disciples of all men.
For every power has been given me.
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirit, baptize them.
Teach them that all might come to believe.”
He died and He arose and ascended into heaven.
But He didn’t just leave us behind,
He promised to be with us for ever and ever,
Until the end of time… Until the end of time.
I see you in my heart;
and in my spirit and soul too I see;
I see you through my eye
And all around the window I view
what's more complimentary is the way
The way that you made me
You created me in your image
And for this I am thankful
for as the flower I favor you
As the Earth so solid and pure
I stand on the foundations sure
I look for the visit I await your Ascension true
Hallelujah
My heart
I see
My eyes
I view
The way, you made
Me
In your image
I am thankful
I favor you
Solid and pure
Foundation sure
Till your Ascension true
allelujah
9/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Under the canopy of the silver crescent light, right before the ripe of night, basking in the mushroom embrace of twinkling stars, listening to crickets’ melancholic lullabies, before temporary death beckoned to make acquaintances, we circled around the glowing reddish and yellow flames, our ears ajar, ready to tune to the frequency of riveting wisdom transmitted through the crisp, serene evening airwaves.
The grey-haired oracle would sit on his favourite laid-back chair, ready to unscroll the scripts that would come to be the "cheat code" of life.
He was revered, an epitome of admiration and a central figure with instinctual prognosis. He would smell the rains three summers away, a harbinger that steered us clear of troubled waters.
"Let me tell you about the tale of pregnant men," he began speaking through the silence of our sheer attention.
"In a faraway land existed men, heavy-laden with self-gratification and pride.
They fed on ego, spiced with self-righteousness.
They dined and wined at the expense of those who erected the ladders for their ascension.
They spoke with twisted tongues, words that cut deeper than a surgical blade. Words that only those cut from the same cloth praised and fed as daily bread.
The ‘sword of command,’ given under the supposition that it would emancipate the chokehold on humanity and poverty, became a weapon that sliced the very strands of morality and voice of reason.
But no matter how skillful a bird is at kissing the clouds, landing is inevitable.
With time’s relentless march, they gathered at the village square with sugar-coated lips ready to tea their way up once more.
Bellies full of deceit from yesterday's promises. Wearing humbled faces, as a litmus test, to test the masses' dementia and ignorance. Expecting oranges from the lemon seeds the earth swallowed.
"If you were among the gathering, what would you have done?" he queried, soliciting our comprehension from our intrigued faces.
"Time is but cyclic in the arena of karma," he concluded, yawning his way to his chambers of dreams.
I.
Fold, crease, unfold, sheets
of paper thin as possibility,
a crisp white plea to gravity.
Forty-five times, a cosmic origami
building bridges from table to the moon.
The mind dreams, unfurls
dimensions from the flatness,
each fold a petition of ascension.
But reality, that quiet artisan,
intervenes. Seven, eight,
perhaps nine folds—
the paper resists,
its fibers tightening,
a rebellion against a lunar destiny.
The geometry of dreams
collapses into the physics of limitation,
a negotiation between ambition and restraint.
II.
Sated with the hunger of excess,
we feast at counters where gluttony
is a ritual, a rhapsody of indulgence.
Plates piled high, offerings to the insatiable
gods of appetite, mouths moving
in a tempo of ingestion.
Like a paper's rebellion against too much
folding, the body, too, whispers its limits.
Sometimes in tears, sometimes in laughter,
but always in inevitability, the stomach's
silent protest, a wall that even the voracious
cannot breach. Eruption looms, a volcanic
protest, or else the creeping weight, its own
gravity pulling the body to a corporeal moon.
III.
From paper to body, from the moon
to the food, all are tethered by the finite,
implacable laws governing a universe
of possibility.
Fold and unfold, feast and decline,
the trajectory of excess tempered by
the ever-present specter of consequence.
"Softly the Light Arrives"
Conduit opening
souls transfigure
sold on free will
emancipated
in
time
revolutionary
the higher self is found
the connection aligns
love
unconditional
harmonized
ascension,
softly the light
arrives
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Isn't It Lovely"/ Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/xirk18P889U
transfigure
verb.
transform into something more beautiful or elevated.
ascension
"Spiritual Ascension is the expansion of consciousness. It could also go by other names such as Spiritual Awakening or Enlightenment. This process doesn’t happen all at once. Instead it is a constant layering to give you the chance to adjust to the energy requirements of the different frequencies. As you ascend you realize that everything that exists is somehow interconnected to the whole.
Through this Spiritual Ascension process, your energy and vibration is becoming lighter, your consciousness is expanding and your thoughts, and beliefs about life are taking on a new meaning. Your emotions, and those of others, become understood from a deeper level and you go through life with more ease and joy.
But this adjustment can be uncomfortable and cause “ascension symptoms” as a result of holding on to limitations and resistance. For the highly sensitive individual, the ascension process can be a bit more challenging as emotional trauma, that became stuck in their energy field, comes up for clearing. This clearing may slow you down as it works through the density created within you, but it is a very important process because it allows space for higher consciousness light to enter."
https://www.theopenspirit.com/ascension-symptoms.html
Ascension
meaning
https://www.yourdictionary.com/ascension
Blogger, Charles Einstein
https://charleseisenstein.org/short-reflection-essays/ascension/
Blogger, Slade Robinson
https://sladeroberson.com/blog/technology/is-humanity-ascending-or-what.html
Theosophy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Initiation_(Theosophy)
Came the question as to where it began
Heard somebody say it’s the platters man
Of all childhood memories that’s the first
So filled my heart thought it would burst
Got me daydreaming saw myself on stage
Even penned the lyrics page after page
My name in neon lights a stunning sight
Inviting an audience in colours so bright
Then a kind of hush as I started to croon
Party’s over take down that pretty balloon
My voice quietly yet earnestly captivating
Emotive melody arrangement fascinating
Applause still lingering I start my next song
Please stay with me that’s where you belong
If you leave me now what would cupid say
He brought us together forever and a day
An enchanted hint of a smile on every face
Reminiscing another time or another space
Cherished and memorable songs like Yesterday
Me and Mrs Jones found a place to hide away
What a blissful and entertaining dimension
Migrating smoothly just an easy ascension
Wish that I could still deliver song and rhyme
The Platters said it soulfully It’s twilight time