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In this mystical game of life, I see magic
all around
If you listen, you'll hear the essence but it
won't make a single sound
You must keep your eyes peeled for its subtle
with quiet ways
Once you see it it'll never leave you staying as
a companion till the end of days
Some frown when they see the truth unaware
that they've been blessed
They're being schooled on the path of purpose
so of course, there are many tests
I digress for I'm ahead born to assist a world
of growing bodies
I scribble from a place of love without a care
though it seems like a simple hobby
You can find me in my own world & I'll share
what I have seen
This world is holographic in a sense a living
waking dream
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Opposites joined in many ways.
Embers from fire, snowflakes from ice;
Both can portend the end of days.
Ozone depletes, sunrays pierce through;
Fires scorch Earth- hot embers sear rifts.
Smog fills the sky- sunrays are blocked.
Ice glazes earth, snowflakes build drifts.
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye
Forgetting that we hold the key.
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Desire and hatred, fire and ice,
Opposites joined in many ways;
Fire fuels desire, and ice molds hate;
Both can portend the end of days.
Desires for gain, passions go wild
To dictate command of the world.
Ice fills the veins of those who hate.
Explosions of anger unfurled.
Desire and hatred, fire and ice-
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye;
Forgetting that we hold the key.
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Fire and ice, the end of days-
Embers and snowflakes, desire, hate;
Opposites joined in many ways.
We, end of our world, may create.
Mountain Forests
Driving through the vast forests
Of Central Oregon
Through the wall of trees
I imagine them talking to me
The trees are whispering
Dark satanic rituals
Voodoo mumble jumble
Evil chanting
Then they speak
Loud and clear
Welcome humans
To our world
You think you are
The king of the world
The lords of creation
Masters of the universe?
Soon, all too soon
God and Gaia his daughter
Will tire of you
Their latest plaything
They will discard you
Throw you down
Disgusted at the world
You have made
You took the world
They gave you for your pleasure
This huge wonderful world
Filled with life
You took a paradise
Beautiful, bountiful
Rich and wonderful world
Turned it into a sewer dump
God and Gaia
Are not happy
Not happy at all
With you stupid humans
They will rise up
Smite you down
And turn you
Into dust in the cosmic wind
And we will laugh
and we will be witnesses
at your funeral
but we will not cry
No one will cry
No one will miss you
No one cares about
The fate of humanity
And so you
Will fade away
Into the distance past
Just dust in the cosmic wind
And the trees started laughing
And the birds and bees
And all the other animals
All joined in the manically laughter
Laughing at the prospect
Of poetic justice
For the enemies
Of the natural world
And the coyotes
And the wolves
Joined in howling
Under the light of the full moon
Thus I imagined
Would be the end of days
The end of the world
And the end of humanity
Tall shadows stretch across the landscape,
the light is so refreshing from that angle.
A flashback from my childhood clambers in,
and I feel reborn as someone with a future.
It's of the view west with turquoise skies,
always reminding me of forgotten lifetimes.
I was raised by very devout religious parents,
I still watch the night sky for some star sign.
Maybe some angels or a talking burning bush,
something I can hold like a shiny golden calf.
Day by day inching closer to the final chapter,
when the veil is lifted and the truth will speak.
This is our absolutely glorious birthright in life,
the chance to face our end of days with courage.
The sun will manage the growth of the red fern,
and we will inspire...the lovely flowers among us!
date:2/11/2020
Did not the promise of my life unto you pledge eternity
Within the scriptures of the pages of our love
Inscribed upon the parchment of this union
As we created the intimate, the divine, and the sensual
Did I not hold you in the palm of my hand
Raise my hand to my mouth
Swallow you whole
Did I not devour this love
This intimacy, this divine sensuality
Then my love
As pure as the connection of our spirit's wine
Did I not drink from the chalice of your soul
Lick my lips to savour it's elixir
It's life force
Did not the very banquet of your body
Become the food of my heart
Then my Love
As the end of days on earth stepped forward
As the breath exchanged between us
Every inhaled and exhaled breath of love
Did we not become reborn in Eden
Then my Love
Then
Did not the permanency of this bond ensure
Our love will last forever
As I take your hand
Raise it to my lips
My head bowed in honour of this love
Then my love
And Only then
Tell me you understood
The resonance of love a driving force,
wistful yearning absences abandon
Portrayal parts the push & pull
peels away the body into the pouncing centre
& yonder possessing each other’s essence,
willful surrenders their own
identity, boundary be fully intertwined
Lonesome hunters our hearts desires insatiable
irrepressible is their urge to merge,
an uncanny recognition binds her body
with his body, soul one
resistance melts in rapture's tender kiss
the cruel gods flounder in our desires
never may they rest assure
Love scholar arouse my lustful heart
enrich erotic pleasures
warn me not that a fake potion
held in hands of a sorcerer
brings heartache hopes dashed,
love's meaning cynical, a virus
disappointed lovers of unreturned love
pre-historic, primal expressions
representational archiving in art
an endless timestamp
Salt from the ocean—a portion
petals of roses— plenty
scents of jasmine—generous amounts
an obsession potion still longs
Cannot love too align with faith & virtue?
echoing past passions pleading
to a higher love for one more touch
of carnal charisma, lovers lascivious wink
with every yearnful intent
Memories, momentum lovesick,
a love that’s never been
“O jealous lover a scorpion’s sting
upon herself” warns the erudite elixir
draped in saffron silk, cherry red strands cascade
at the nape of her neck “Why risk the sulk of
undying loyalty should you have
re-echoing of the roar”
rumbling, grumbling makeshift to explore
Crashing waves. blue crush. cream foams
drumming erratic thrumming thick erotica
gripping warm sand, monotonously, till pulsating suds settle
Sorceress or scholar? A spiritualist movement
Azoth hides in all things since beginnings of life
& till end of days, remedy me
O potent solvent sought in the realm of alchemy,
akin to alkahest quest, Caduceus’ crux of ancient
& raised were the chalcedony Buddha stones
Immersed in a poetic mind of love
embraces, oscillates, reverberates emotional
Perhaps love is revived in the afterlife,
where longing is no longer punishment but returned
We find the path through the maze
Traveled through centuries of haze
Rejecting and believing scriptural descriptions
Displayed in stone, some in inscriptions
Drained down the hour glass
To the end of days
Finding the shocking
Or what some will amaze
Some are brought eyes ablaze
Other fought with piteous gaze
Cruelty to some to others very kind
Evidence of goodness the heart denies
Eating the fruit
Throwing the poor the rind
We wonder to what end
Does this behavior bind
The cruelty unmeasured
That boggles the mind
Is there an end
For those with no spine
The speechless ignoring
The victims of crime
The ignorant unknowing
The signs of the times
The seconds, minutes, hours, days
Each a step of which we climb
Gamblers giving spin the time
Scientist waiting for test to unwind
Fools not watching for the chance to rewind
The indifferent only giving a glance
To what some would call divine
Some never asking
To what do we owe the time
Is there a cost
Or some reward in wine
A special place for the rich to decline
That rare experience
where only the rich can dine
And leaving for the poor
Those things only costing a dime
And in these things
they find reasons to grin
Throwing consideration and caution
Into the wind
The laws of life their wills to bend
Because after all they’re what they call akin
Give only to the loyal and faithful friends
Control their interest, thoughts and intends
Being what they suffer, seeing what it rends
Hiding the unconfessed
They never call it sin
To the youthful it’s just the passage of days
And only the old see
the light at the end of the maze
What's coming or ending
As we turn the page
A brand new beginning
Or a price to be paid
We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther
from lives all hoped to access.
Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds,
No egress to safely accessed.
Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.
My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.
Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps
Save all that you can on this –
The End of Days!”
God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns,
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.
I want to
I really do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink
I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!
Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.
Father
Father,
I wish I could sing.
I would sing about anything,
... everything...!
Father,
I wish I could write,
I would pen beautiful...
... words... to You...
Father,
I wish I could dance,
I would dance for you...
until the end of days,
and then back again!
Father,
I would humbly pray to You,
... I give You...
... my s..o..u..l... "whispered"
I pray it has worth to you,
as you are ALL to me...
Father,
please see...
I l..o..v..e.. thee.... "whispered"
Father,
Holy is thy name...
Holy is thy Son,
The Holy One ...
... ... ...
... ...
... "whispered"