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I Didn't Want To Know
Written:By Tom Wright
11/11/01
I am left forlorn,
and blasphemed by a cloud that envelopes my spirit.
Time has fled, as my minority years, in the morning rays.
Thoughts of clandestine deeds remain
always as a silhouette;
never far distanced betwixt them and me,
I hear their echo.
Sin, was a confidant in travel,
acting as one betrothed.
Even now, from potter's field,
Their message reverberates within my psyche.
Prompting me, to again pursue God's forbearance,
seeking absence of mind of this thing.
But always, I am left knowing,
That this secret's final location,
will be the hillside
where It's holder will someday rest.
For what decent thing cometh,
from forever exposing a life,
whose shadow was that of deceit.
"Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord".
Exquisite are the nights
this shadow walks to lean,
transcending did excite
feeling feeding in it teams,
ravished senses blushing
ached blessings torqued ignite
drawn enfolds in lusting
Water,Fire,Wind … Earth brightened
A rasp of gentle breath
tasting silk dripped nights,
falling sighs in little deaths
sensuous knowing sighted
No reason in the flowing
of interlocking vows,
ecstasy trapped the banging
drowned out screams of now
trickled kisses sprinkled
wicked rallied into fumes,
heating bellowed winds
spell thrown around the room
Unfurled in slowing motion
a flower in the bloom
Sweet the gentle floats
a feather in the wind
languorous is the wanting
being ravished in this sin
throwing off restraint
bedazzled witches bound
beauty in the spooning
can always be profound
Breathing in blasphemed
gloried velvet charms
glowing in the eddy’s
I am sated and disarmed
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?
I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?
There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead
I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead
I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!
The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me
The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light
Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness
Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight
So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness
After the stars broke into the abyss of mayhem
With the father of doves, the First Man, as their centremost north star
Those doves wept when the First Man left the dark, leaving them
For he had to rise out of the grave to defeat the abattoir
The white doves under the weight of the darkness of night
They wept when the Spirit buried them, to build a stone road to peace
To inspire the doves to lift their heads to the height
A pillar for them to soar over all and return to their home
When the pillar will become the Last Statue of might
They will weep for the grey doves of stone, cut off from that statue completing
Those dim stars who loved the darkness more than the white light
Who lied and blasphemed against the garden with their raspy tweeting
When they will return to the green garden of light
The tweeting of despair will turn to sweet psalms to enjoy
Weeping will turn to tranquil silence in the height
The white doves' rain of tears will turn into rivers of joy
Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed
You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect!
This dark became chameleon
All voices hushed, as marriage vows were spoken
Never mind the veil, the mask, the caste
We were of sun, moon, and stardust, until
Blinding lights stalked night for more of day
Animals, too, fell prey; the God of clay blasphemed
But each morn, bold shades on earth were birth and blessed
The third child; I heard tooting of horns from two plus two
Nothing was flawed, except circle of light in mines so bright
It dared to vie, yet trembled right before the Source, electrifying it
Few forms played the Source; some stood in awe, as gentle spec
Do I care some lights reveal too much themselves?
Some will spy and vie; and deny fading to black, from whence they came
I am hidden in the dark, never knowing everything
but layers we wear, like dermis shield...
Our fragile lives return to ash
Limbs, dreams, roots; all gets trashed
But the perfect circle holds eternal fuel, for boundless spirits.
*
"Our father which art in heaven, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is on
Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our
Debts as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into
Temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the
Kingdom, and the power and the glory. Forever. A-Men."
Jesus disciples asked him to teach them how to pray.
As John the Baptist taught his disciples how to.
And Jesus answered and taught them his special
Prayer.
Commentary by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
"Our father which art in heaven."
Simply means acknowledgement our heavenly father is
residing in heaven.
"Hallowed by your name."
It means God's name is holy and worthy
Of worshipful honor and praise. How would we like it if people
Used our name for a curse or a swear word? How would we
like it if people blasphemed our name? Of course not and
God does not appreciate it either!
"Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
God's will is being perfectly done in heaven,
And will be on earth. When the sinful nature
Of man is no longer in question. God's perfect
Will be accomphlished by him.
"Give this day our daily bread."
Bread is the staff of life and part of our daily provisions.
It also means our daily wants, needs, and desires.
And to be thankful for his provisions.
"And to forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
When we are willing to forgive others, God will forgive us.
"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
God can deliver us from temptation created by the devil.
"For yours is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever."
God's kingdom is on heaven and earth. He alone is worthy of
power and glory forever. A-Men. Amen means completion and agereement.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 26, 2020
642.
Meditation on the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery:
The Scourging at the Pillar
By the betrayal of Judas Iscariot, Jesus was arrested
(Then by Caiaphas the High Priest He was interrogated)
When being Son of God He affirmed
(The High Priest tore His clothes & said He blasphemed)
This is the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery – The Scourging at the Pillar
And Jesus was turned over to Pilate the Roman Governor
(Who claimed having found no fault on the accused's demeanor)
Yet, Pilate still had Jesus be scourged due to people's persuasion
(And claimed having no responsibility for Jesus' blood thereon)
The fruit of this mystery – Purity
Oh God who had handed down Thy Son to murderous people
(What a terrifying fate, a tribulation so terrible)
The God whose sacred body was flagellated
(Whose precious blood for us all was shed)
As “The Scourging at the Pillar” had shown “Purity”
Lord God, like in “The Scourging at the Pillar”, let us be purified
(By the blood of the One Thou hast sanctified)
Like Jesus Christ who gave Himself up to flagellation
(We surrender ourselves to torment for purification)
Praise God! We realized “Purity” through the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery.
-04/16/2019 (Holy Tuesday)
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
I've believed in you for so long
As if I was some kind of idiot
I can’t stand being so angry at you
You have helped me…. I've been crying out tears
Of shame…shame…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…tonight…
I have so many things to look forward to…
Shadows haunt me everywhere I walk
And I feel so incomplete…running swiftly with my feet
I shake the sand off of them…
I dreamt of islands in my mind…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve not let you down by my vanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…today…
I spiral up and down…here and there…
Music purifies my ears
And I’ve lost touch of paradise
The past remains the same…same old crap all over again
It rapes my mind and puts me in a scary place
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…this time…
I roam in shadows…
and dream of red roses,
blooming gently on the palm of my hand
I belong in my own house and yet I feel like a fly, swapped on the wall
Craft me delight, God – that’s all
We all face our own fears…clothe me with Your love
From up above…
Vibrant instruments heal my soul again…
Run with me to the forest for a time…
That sweet day…that Kingdom will set us free
From blasphemed bondage
I have this pain in the bottom of my stomach…
It churns…oh it does burn…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I'm in a clean slate
Watch me reach to paradise road
They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said thank you.
They performed mutilating surgery
on our children’s' genitals, and we said
thank you.
They turned public education into
propaganda and indoctrination,
they blasphemed God and Faith,
they took away our free speech,
took away our free and fair elections,
murdered children about to be born,
telling us to bend over again
this next election --
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you.........................................
I heard the ISIS people chop up heads…
Blood spills…pills kill the thrill…
Into myself again
The light will shine while the night will never be…truly…mine…
I wish I knew what it was like to have hope…
I mope, I mope, I mope…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Don’t hand me a rope…
Instead of hurting me, you should see…
You should see…
The pornographic images you revealed to me…
They stick to me…
Sickened…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Blistered by blasphemed…hopelessness…
Regret piles up like debt
Bittersweet are your words…they release like pigeons…
Out of their cage…
GET ME OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE
Voices haunt my mind…
Left behind . . .
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Vertical and horizontal distress…strike me…
Lightning tears…
Childish cheers…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Soundless remarks you throw back and forth to me…
Anger rips my hopes into shreds…shreds…
Flowers and towers grow and glow
Sinking below the surface…
You belong in my shoes
You belong in my shoes
You belong in His shoes
Borrow His eyes
His blue and green and white eyes
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
But, God knows He shows His route
To I? To I?