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A methylated river,
Is cursed forevermore
Its waters will forever,
Lap a sulfur shore
A crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur,
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
Its waters burn and blister,
They tortuously bend
To Tartarus below,
They slavishly descend
The crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur,
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
I murmured to myself,
“How desolate a sight!
To behold, on this mountain,
On this supernal night!
What demonic Naiad,
Has done this to the land?
Was it Angel, or Watcher,
Nephilim, or Man?”
A Naiad of the forest,
Suddenly appeared
She told me, speaking softly,
(Which pacified my fear)
“I am no Angel, nor Watcher,
Nephilim, or Man
Yet I will surely tell you,
Who did this to the land”
“The crimson fire river,
Was once a lucid stream
It waters had the clearness,
Of a lucid dream
The fragrance of the river,
Perfumed the summer breeze
Its all-surpassing beauty,
Excelled the Pleiades”
“Yet now, the crimson river,
Is cursed forevermore
Its waters will forever,
Lap a sulfur shore
The methylated river,
Contaminates the land
Polluted by the wanton,
Activities of Man”
When the Naiad finished speaking,
She began to gently weep
Tears had starting strolling,
Down her silent cheek
She said, “Oh, in exile -
I must leave this weary land,
I must go and find a place,
Faraway from Man”
“To find waters everlasting,
As the streams within
The waters of Meribah,
The rock of Rephidim
Yea - I must fly away,
To the streams within
The waters of Meribah,
The rock of Rephidim”
Then the Naiad vanished,
And was seen no more
The only sight was current,
That lapped a sulfur shore
And the only sound was silence,
Yet unbeknownst to me
The Naiad still was weeping,
For all eternity
And the methylated river,
Is still crimson to this day
Forever will its waters,
Lap a sulfur bay
A crimson fire river,
Of burning and sulfur
Forever will be known as,
The Nahar di Nur
CYRUS "THE VIRUS" IS EVERYWHERE.
WREAKING HAVOC WITHOUT ANY CARE.
BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK BETWEEN SLIME AND MOLD.
MORPHS HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE I'M TOLD.
BIRDS AND PLANTS, TREES AND PEOPLE.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS TO TURN ALL INTO FECAL.
WICKEDLY MEAN, TREACHEROUS DISEASE.
TRAVELS THE WORLD AND DO AS HE PLEASE.
HE'LL INFECT A NATION AND THEN HE'LL FLEE.
APPEAR SOMEWHERE ELSE AS A TICK OR A BEE.
MASTER OF DISGUISE, MANY DIFFERENT FACES.
ALL OVER THE WORLD IN ODD AND STRANGE PLACES.
HOT ON HIS HEELS IS THE WORLD CDC.
THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND AND ASK HOW CAN THIS BE.
HE CONTAMINATES WATER, INFECTS YOUR MIND.
DON'T TURN YOUR BACK, HE'LL INFECT YOUR BEHIND.
HE THINKS IT'S A JOKE.
TO HIM IT'S A GAME.
HE EVEN APPEARED IN THE FORM ACID RAIN.
CDC, WILL CATCH HIM ONE DAY.
UNTIL THAT TIME COMES, HE'LL HAVE HIS OWN WAY.
THEY'LL CATCH HIM ONE DAY AND BOTTLE HIM TIGHT.
THAT SHOULD SUFFICE AND SERVE HIS CRIMES RIGHT.
Death's malodor dances
with winds of lament
heart wonders, mind ponders
watching sunset lose her grace,
time has become an adversary,
pulsating in our misfortune,
orchestrating a tragedy of love
heart wonders, mind ponders
in the hope of tomorrow,
silence cries for my untouched lover.
How unjust life would be
if my last sigh was not in her presence
heart wonders, mind ponders
pangs of passion plead,
to gaze into her eyes,
to lose myself in her scent,
to kiss the gloss of her lips,
to merge like ink and paper.
Devoted in an euphoric embrace,
illuminating like a perpetual rainbow
but
Romeo's curse contaminates our destiny -
her heart weeps, searching for a cure.
Simple Musing
Silent One
28 March 2020
Wise guys want to sit and criticise
crying with laughter as tears fill eyes
you wise guys ain't nice, hear my advice,
try applying your mind like I do mine
put downs allow your insecurities to shine
through bright and true putting on show
that what makes your embarrassment grow,
a sighted map through a crow seeing all below
is low intelligence in abundance and spent
or dumb with many brain cells redundant,
absent minds can’t confront perspective truth
they subjectively select and interpret for use
twisting facts, let the fool loose, laughter ensues
these ways they wouldn't want laughs from you
this their insecurities on show, the clues,
hanging mentally passive while flaccid is erected
signs of a mind when you’ve mashed and wrecked it.
Sick deflecting specs like a mirror
get it out of your direction in fear
but those specs stop it deflecting clear
and you appear inferior and
I feel for you defective,
no one’s perfect
but on closer inspection
there’s a detected pathetic projecting
as you serve hurt unreserved
so the dirt that lurks in you is deserved and well perched
to pick apart words and poke but it’s your way to cope
with not being dope
it’s what you are, a dope
that mocks and jokes while toking smoke.
Thinking clear? No my dear,
golly that’s the thought of a wally thick yet jolly
as thc contaminates and loony cells break free
clouding reality,
as you gaze in a daze at the haze
it metaphors your sanity,
so I’m amazed yet amused
as you choose to abuse your mind in bliss,
I quit smoking cannabis,
it’s something I can’t say I miss
cus as you sit and take the piss
it’s more than clear your mind's in a mist
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me
counsel from Jesus if Father would you see
harden not your hearts enter into his rest
only by conversion can your soul be blessed
Who does know the things God has prepared
only those to whom Jesus revealing shared
for the carnal man cannot spiritual things believe
but the heavenly mind from Gods spirit receive
Search your hearts O inhabitants of the land
till you find the God of our Father Abraham
the Son of God anointed Jesus declared his fame
how is that those worshiping do not know his name
Jehovah said unto our Lord this I will complete
sit here at my right hand tread your enemies neath your feet
he will judge the nations and render them their due
for like a plague wickedness contaminates whats True
The Judges and the Prophets with God did take their stand
he appointed Jesus Lord and King to take all things in hand
to enter into his kingdom the Truth you must Know
for naked is all hearts and minds existing here below
Your name oh Father false prophets have removed
but within your servants hearts by spirit is imbued
your fame oh Father anointed Jesus has proclaimed
your Son the Beloved appointed King has been named
And glory he gives to them who lives
and walk in honor sow
for on his path does wonder last
be they to him that know
do you within of tradition men
annul Gods written word
because without within their doubt
prevents it's being heard
sources Psalm 83:18 110:1
sermons of Jesus
Matt 11:27-30 22:44
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
We have a choice to love or hate in this world we’re trying to create.
Today I direct my attention…to all those who have chosen hate:
I’m finding it very difficult these days when I see your prejudices…your wars
when I see the damage your hate can do…not to add my hate to yours.
Hate is an invasive weed whose growth is difficult to reverse.
and when I add my hate to yours…it will only makes things worse.
What makes this so difficult for me…when I see the heartache your hate produces
the pain and suffering too….
Is that I really want to hate you back…for the hateful things you do.
Even though I know hate breeds more hate as it contaminates and pollutes the air.
Which means instead of stopping or reducing hate…now there’s more hate everywhere
I am not afraid however…for no matter what hate you choose
whatever form of hate I’m seeing….
I will fight to make it stop with every fiber of my being.
When I fight to stop your hate…your wars…your prejudices
which always and in sorrow…
I’m not just fighting for myself today…but for too the children of tomorrow.
This is my daily dilemma in the world I’m trying to create…
to find away for love to lead me out of this horror…without giving you my hate.
I know there’s no easy solution…but at the end of every day
I pray that I have done my best…that I have found a way
to speak up…to confront hate…without my own hate coming through…
to face your hate with courage and love…
and not let my hate…turn me into you.
A frigid landscape casts a bitter pall
over a barren nation of weary souls
imprisoned and laden under a regime
of hammer and sickle, numb and cold.
Regimented are the eyes of oppression
unblinking, endlessly watching
scrutinizing, searching, ever searching
grinding down the will, receding hope.
The slow wheel of the gristmill turns
burden of stone, its authority crushes
the spirit. Who can break this
massive millstone, treading over
the tormented masses?
A desperate angst arises to rid the
wretched bile that contaminates the land
strike down the carnivorous bear
and with sheer will and determination
break the terrible gristmill of tyranny.
Written on 5/22/2018
How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our eyes like they wholly know us.
As humans, we talk and talk our searching words
though others grasp only their perceptions heard
and live unaware that their walls thus occurred.
Hearts all desire an embraced soul revealing
of where’s and why’s behind the how’s they’re feeling.
Such tries manifest puffed effects, sky floating
on breezes society contaminates with
numbing subliminal fears to which we succumb.
All emphasized in society’s vise pounds
false perceptions that comfort some lives,
allowing them to safely hide in boxed alibis
where their dreamy feelings lay to perhaps die.
Deep is our need to be known and understood
as a person of unique meaning and worth.
Seems to me, hearts may be seeking in blurred rote
for meanings rarely clear after emotions smoke.
Should we call him a man
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity, a threat to
earth and humanity
Has the audacity,
To pile up children to capacity.
Creating more insanity,
a threat to earth and humanity
Has the audacity to be smiling,
while piling up children.
Baby’s Snatched
From mommy’s arms
crying for their daddy’s.
Children stuffed in crates
All due to hate.
Now in jails filled to
Overcapacity.
What do good people do?
Do we only Watch?
And do nothing
As Salacious
Contaminates thrones
While sitting in
The seat of dignity.
Threatens integrity.
Can we at least Chant;
” God save our Morality”!
Can we at least Chant;
“God save our children”!
What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say?
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask. They have already won the game!
Oh and Hope? That false emotion that has gotten us all ashamed?
Oh forget it! We are all the same
Peace and Cooperation? Love and Destination?
What are all these silly games?
What has gone is lost again and is never in your claim
Oh forget it, Roll the dice! Let’s continue this stupid stilly game!
Your Dreams? Your Ambitions?
Not everyone gets the comfy side of the plane!