Long Crucifixion Poems
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C9 On The Run, I come from the Sun
back into the Sum of One, I Become
Dialed In, En Route to the Oort
Out the Loosh Into Greater, Denser, Absolutes
Into the Great Flame, I find the Center Truths
now I'm Questing, got me High on Ankhs and Infinitudes
a Total Resurrection
I Jettison towards Greater Intercessions,
by the 9th Power I Rise in Light
the Great Solar Crucifixion, I now Fly, Ever Of Life
Into Heavens Gates, I Just might Ignite these Plumages of Light
my Birth Right requires I Seek Heights
Seek, Surreal Eagle Flight, I let my Soul Fly
Full Speed in Hawk Sight
I Beam Bright in Laser Precision Flight
Thriving Off the Greater Mind, Fly High Be Thy Light Percussio
I Go, where Energy Flows, in Ever Infinite Flow
Down Inner Luminous Roads
In comes the Super Light Percussion, Light Strikes I've Mastered Thy Soul
Blazing Wyld Forever Forth
Forever North, Light Smites the Night, like a Wyld Horse
Bethlehem
The tiny town was busy,
as it was that time of year...
the census,
the government of Rome.
Reaching into the lives of the people,
ruled by force and dread,
to pull out all that they needed,
when and as directed by the powers,
in charge... on this earth.
Hushed tones of celebration,
gathering momentum from the start.
The first and most important drop,
telling of the rain to come,
to feed the crops,
and heal the land,
to bless the people,
those that stand.
The coming of the time...
of teaching,
preaching,
healing,
and casting out,
the very sin of evil,
itself.
Born to die on a cross,
not on a hill, but a hillock.
Crucifixion not uncommon at all,
the current and ready form of hate,
for all those unwilling,
unable, or by accident of offensive...
to someone,
somewhere,
that cared more about,
their pride, their honor and their appearance,
then the message of the Savior born.
To die a death,
no one can fathom,
as we cry over nothing,
and are shamed by little.
Sinners all, of non repentance.
Sinners still in an effort to be more,
even saved...
He gave a measure to be paid,
for things He never did,
never thought,
never would.
Spears and spit,
blood and broken bones,
the liquid of life,
drained upon the ground.
Wasted, for those that had no idea
their chance was given.
Yet in His very death,
the promise of forever.
Risen!
each of us in broken in some form or fashion
be it external or internal we all have our share and ration
the brokeness that characterizes the particulars in our lives
the brokeness that comes in the guise of daily struggle and strife
twenty-nine families became broken on that fatal day
in that West Virginia mine
the sense of safety of New York City was broken when they found a bomb
in that Square called Times
out-sourcing and down-sizing have broken our economy which is now in disarray
the brokeness of Immigration Reform needs to be fixed right away
oil spills, tornadoes and flash floods have broken some communities and lives
but the brokeness of our souls in the Garden of Eden was healed by Jesus' sacrifice
"Take this bread" Jesus said with thanks as He passed it around
"Eat this bread", it's a symbol of My body so that My spirit of peace in you will be found
"Drink this wine" He said with thanks "It's a symbol of My blood"
"Drink this wine in rememberence" that it's you I'll always love
we've been bruised and abused, we've been mentally and physically harmed
but by the stripes on Jesus we've healed and have made it through life's storms
He was pierced for our transgressions and crushed for our iniquities
His sacrifice, His crucifixion so new mercies we would all come to see
God's grace will always be sufficient to cover every aspect of our lives
God's mercy will always be sufficient as it was for His Son Jesus the Christ
we are broken and blessed now ready to give God all the glory
we are broken and blessed and that will always be our story
Lunar Revelation
Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.
In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.
Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.
Religion is about ideology; Resurrection is about The Christ.
Empty words; empty ideas; empty religions; Empty tombs.
Satan was totally clueless about the resurrection.
Unity with the Father was often mentioned by Jesus.
Reckless actions and self-assurance doomed Satan.
Roman nor Jewish law could have prevented the death of Christ.
Execution by crucifixion was the exact prediction of the prophets.
Christ rose from the grave on the third day and ascended after 40 days.
Thirty pieces of silver were the price paid to Judas for the betrayal.
If Peter denied Jesus and repented, why did Judas not also repent?
Overreach is a perfect word that fits the actions of Satan against Christ.
Never has anyone claimed to have found bones of Christ in the tomb. Why?
032324PS
If
If I could turn back time, and change a single act
What pressure there would be, how would I react?
Would I stop Jesus' crucifixion, make Hitler a peacemaker?
Would I snuff out Bubonic Plague or kill the first cells of Cancer?
I could warn of Nuclear damage, the burn of radiation
I could help the natives in their cause, protect their sovereign nations
I could equalise the gift of wealth, and slavery abort
There's all manner of historical hysteria I could sort
But knowing that each tiny change will lead to new endeavours
Who's to say that all the consequences would be better?
So what if Hitler's noble peace prize makes a German hero
Only for Goebbels to emerge, as Fascism's De Niro
So what I'll do, I'll accept fate is fettered by said powers
And focus on tomorrow, which gets nearer by the hour
I'll own my regrets, I'll stop blaming and start living
I won't look back or change the past, I'll spend my time forgiving
JOURNEYING IN FAITHFUL NAVIGATION
Let’s not be dismayed,
We’ve come a mighty long way:
Let’s give God the praise.
Despite today’s forced slowdowns,
God has not left us.
There’s still much to do;
Let’s keep on keeping onward:
Raising ourselves up:-
Justice’s hand getting closer,
Let us raise our faith higher:-
Let’s keep hope flowing,
Washing away apathy:
Liberty waiting:-
Yes, there was crucifixion,
But then came the ascension:-
Once more and again,
Though not where we want to be,
Look how far we’ve come:
We’ve broken so many chains,
And smashed so many road blocks:-
We’re in ascension,
With Jesus navigating:
Liberty waiting:-
With Christ footprinting the way,
We’ll soon reach liberation:-
Our Jesus is condemned to die
Oh, Savior, now from Earth- you part.
You do not sigh, nor do you weep,
Though our sins have pierced your heart.
Dear Jesus bears the Holy Cross,
Our Savior of all humankind,
For us, you start this journey now;
Still, endless love for us you find.
Our Jesus falls beneath the Cross;
So dreadful now to bear this pain.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Please help us rise up once again.
Our Savior meets his Mother dear,
Mary, anguished and depressed,
Please help us face our sorrows too-
Live up to all our trying tests.
A man named Simon of Cyrene-
Appears to help our Savior’s plight
To lift the weight of his great Cross-
Lord, burden us to spread your light.
Veronica wipes our Savior’s face.
Look now! His imprint's there to stay!
Please on our souls your imprint make
And help us keep it there, we pray.
Dear Jesus falls down on the path,
Again now for the second time.
But soon he rises to go on,
Lord, help us please, to stay in line.
Our Jesus meets some women now,
They kneel down to mourn and weep.
“Weep not for me,” he says to them,
“But for your children, the lost sheep.”
Our Jesus falls again, this time
His journey's nearly at an end.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Grant us the wisdom to amend.
Our Lord now stripped of all his clothes-
This torture is so sad and cruel.
Please, Jesus, strip our souls of sin;
Our hearts and souls, you always rule.
Our Jesus now nailed to His Cross-
Your death, dear Lord, is very near.
Sweet Savior nail our souls to you,
And grant us grace to have no fear.
Oh, the dreaded Crucifixion!
Our Jesus now so humbly dies,
While all the sins and sins to come-
Are placed before his tear-filled eyes.
Our Lord is gently taken down,
In his dear Mother’s arms is placed,
Oh Mary, Mother of our God,
Help ease our sorrows to be faced.
Now, Jesus placed inside his tomb,
To rise again on Easter Day-
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
From tomb, he rises to the sky,
With all God’s angels by his side-
He joins his Father up on high.
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
He rose again on Easter Day!
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Busy as a street could ever be
Everyone's eyes veiled but me
In this busy anthill
A poor old lady gave a shrill
Struggling on a zebra, a daily drill.
As every ant, loaded, hurriedly passed by
To the poor lady I gave a wide smile.
Met by a worn-out stare
I noticed my gesture was to her a scare
"Mom, let me help you cross," I said to her.
Sensing the genuineness in that smile
She handed me her hand, gave a high sigh.
Her panting could not just stop
As if her poor breath was on the cross
Ready to be nailed for crucifixion.
On the other side of the road
The sun shines again, brighter.
Her poor old heart breathes lighter
A weight lifted from her tired soul
And I, too, feel a little more whole.
Darkness fell like the heavy cloak of fear,
Bursting all around the cross,
So I could see the grief erasing His life,
His grace, though, still glistened – sweating
Breathless mercy, even in this state
When absolution meant giving up the moment
Breaking through the darkness, vanishing
From the earth, dying – in the ultimate sacrifice
Pouring from hearts, tears clung to lashes
Moaning, mourning, making haste
Through the torn words, “It is finished”
Comes the heart wrenching ending, the final
Expression from One who is more beautiful
Than the moon or stars, more inspiring
Than the stirring of daybreak, when the reflections
From the dew kiss away the night, the darkest dread
Fragrant spices emptied over His wounds, tenderly
Remembering His wisdom, His kindness, His gentleness
Tears fall onto the mangled body, the One who gave
Up every ounce of blood so that those who believe,
Those who follow His lead, could be rescued by the flow,
His gift of grace, flooding the souls who know Him
As light, as love, as the Son from above who brought to
This world, the greatest gift of hope, the gift of redemption
Grieving filled the land where this man had been crucified,
Hearts were breaking, agonizing, reminded of the One
Who had touched lives with His miracles, His promises, His
Forgiveness… His touch remains the greatest gift on earth,
The only gift worth living for and the only One worth dying for
Wonder so generous and compassionate, a touch so blessed
It feels like there is peace in the promise, breakthrough
In the consolation, liberation from darkness, freedom’s touch
Savoring the last moments of His tenderness, followers
Gathered in hopes of somehow saving Him – yet
It would become apparent, after three days in the tomb –
Those who knew Him would be favored by God
When they realized He had risen and His love still flowed,
Still blessed, still flavored hearts and souls with grace
That can’t be described – grace that is alive, like the heart
Who He inspires with this joy that comes from tasting of His wonderful!