Long Gods Poems

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Premium Member Bliss Current

Equal in both pulse ascent and descent
Mindful eye distils feral vibration
Heart granting consent, to the bliss current

Nestled thus in our native element 
We imbibe love hues by resonation
Equal in both pulse ascent and descent

Head-heart, with throb of love in alignment 
Vibrant elation in celebration 
Heart granting consent, to the bliss current

Gods love immanent and bliss emanant
Cognised in pristine void of cessation 
Equal in both pulse ascent and descent

Essence of presence, self-luminescent 
Flows thus in unending meditation 
Heart granting consent, to the bliss current

Earth life is harsh, with a steep gradient
God our saviour, conscience prayer-station
Equal in both pulse ascent and descent
Heart granting consent, to the bliss current

13-May-2021


Premium Member Borrowed Courage

We went to the darkest places to explore our fear, the alleys and the cemeteries where the trees were thickest and the light dwindled to nothing. We did not go alone walking on the cusp of bravery but led each other dare upon dare to breech each chasm. We knew the day and the places that lay in the periphery of our courage. But the night brought us fright served on trays of vulnerability, teasing us with magnifications of sound and dimness of vision, feeding and freeing the spark of imagination into flames of fear. Children have within themselves the greater fires of the dragons mouth and seeds of whispered voices with words of darker deeds. What lies within much worse than what is real. For all the evils ever wrought are children born from the same potential mother. The spark of imagination that creates both Gods and Devils. The place where we are awakened to answer the call of our own memorized voices. With borrowed courage we become the green of newer grasses, grown around empty bronze helmets long fallen to the ground.

Premium Member A voice said cry out.'

And i said what shall i cry out.? He answered all flesh is as grass and its
Goodlieness is as the flowers of the
Field.! In this wasteland of hard-drives
Of blue light screens..Of wires and modems of pc correctness.' Of soullessness i call out day and night.' I
The stranger and the alien among you
A forigener and a man of forigen
 tongue ( i am from you yet not of you )
A sojourner among you.'
I cry out of the Glory of God, and the depravity of the current and former world
All the hills will be made low.' And every valley raised up there will be no hiding place from Gods revelation..
Its being fullfilled as i speak, as knowledge is fully
Available more and more on Gods Truth
And satans miss-information.! Awaken oh
Sleepers!!! And let the Light of Jesus shine upon you.' I witness not of myself
But of He who holds the sun and moon in
His hands ' be not found asleep when He comes.!
Form: Didactic

Cruel Agony

Cruel agony!!
The brazen breath of your holy anticipation… writhing…conniving…
I am spent… so, so spent…. 

Terrified of your superior countenance, I crush these words in the mortar of your eyes closed tight
Good eye, black eye…. averting side to side

Where is this mess taking me next?

Tantalizing fury!!
Your fingers clasp about my throat, astonishing the gods on high
I have never seen the angels so irresolutely fly! 

Bite me and let it be over!!!
This pain I have inflicted upon you is far beyond my conception
The ink being squeezed from me in tasty inception
Your teeth sinking in me and pulling….stretching like liquid elastic
The less of me makes certain of my love for you—so drastic

Your breathing mightier, more intentional, strove in the soles that tread for eons! 
You have me dancing on your razor-sharp ledge…
The sledgehammer waiting for the moment you make your pledge

Testify!!! Or die… 

Cringing, singing, dormant in disparity 
My words strive so illusively, vainly for clarity
Smoothing the edge of your lips— two swords that clash
I hasten within the slit to the tongue that dares such confirmation…

You are my only, 
Without you, I am so very lonely..
Look at these tears feverishly fall
When truth denies the wretchedness of your livid calls

In futile reserve, it seems I have made my mark
Misery is central in this looming, squirming dark
You devour my mind’s passions until all that remains is yours
And for a moment, I allow the rehabilitation of your force

AGONY…..cruel AGONY….
Hold onto me, again
I have dulled those swords, the entrance to your mouth
So that when they pierce me again, 
I will fall to the earth with no doubt…
And you will penetrate me with all of your strength, 
You will utter your love to me again,

Then I will close my eyes in peace, 
And the gods can again breathe…

Meaningful

Perhaps, the ocean's more for those 
of us who can't swim. At least,
I choose to believe that.
I like to sit on the shore, close enough 
for the waves to wash over me
up just above my hips.
There is a heaviness on my heart
as I watch them tussle amongst themselves ---
rising, and then falling flat, 
much like exhausted lovers, gasping for air.
There is Grace beneath their battle;
each one knowing no matter which of them
reaches the shore first, they will all be victorious.
And, as ferocious the competition,
there is a mutual respect for the tenacity of the other...
the ability of each to be overcome by the greater,
yet, somehow, suck up enough oxygen  
to sustain them.
Emerging defiant,   determined,   destined. 
They violently reach the shore and then
disperse;  spilling themselves over me
and all of the other beach gods who either can not,
or will not violate their sanctuary.
Then,  after examining us thoroughly, 
determining us neither friend nor foe,
they quietly retract...
retreating back into their domain,
leaving us weak, wet and wondering
what all of the fussing was really about 
to begin with.


For Gods Sake,

How do i break the hate for Gods sake.
How do i escape the coil of the snake.                                      
Life is not real death is my fate.
Body's cold it's starting to shake.
Soul is broken it's filled with hate.
 
Watching thru the eyes of someones hell.
Wishing my soul wasn't for sale                                                                                                
Living my life under a spell. 
Speaking softly when I want to yell!

Feeling the world go round and round.
Chasing that special evil sound. 
Me and nothing are pound for pound.
Having a fear of evil clowns.

Watching my loved ones disappear.
Trying to not shed a tear.
The power is pulling its almost here.
The wheels are broken im trying to steer.                                 
The shadow is coming im full of fear. 

How do i break the hate for gods sake 
How do i escape the coil of the snake 
Watching the dirt disentagrate 
Human flesh evaporate 
A simple sin is all it takes 
Blood runs cold theres no mistakes
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For My Love

for my love 

My soul's soul ,my love 
Flower light of my life, 
Sublime fallen star 
The breadth of the beauties! ... 

When I messed up the world, 
Sad and alone, on my way, 
You came, slowly 
And have filled my heart. 

Vineyards in the blessing of the gods, 
In the divine light, 
Weave me the happiness 
At splendor of smiles! ... 

Are you my infinite treasure, 
I swear eternal covenant, 
Because I am your hope 
How are you all my love! 

My soul's soul my love, 
If I lose you someday 
Am I the dark agony 
In their veils of nostalgia ... 

If I ever abandon, 
Light of my tender love, 
I will wait for you among the flowers 
Clarity of heaven ... 

  


this was written form my love ceizar to me ,so beautiful
Form: Verse

Premium Member When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone
Clouds start their move with a scurry
As if to attend to some urgent work 
Taking their move as a harbinger,
Birds and animals reset their homes 
And preserve foods in secret stores
Get ready, the farmers, with ploughs and processed seeds
Men take out their umbrellas from lofts.
Mothers wait eagerly for children’s comeback from school.
Children look like heavy weight champions with waterproof jackets.
Youth rush to restaurants to relish hot and yummy savouries.
The poor old men try to patch up their thatched huts.
Villagers offer reverence to gods for good rain
A huge locomotion everywhere 
Pitter-patter rain drops
Come down with flashes and splashes.


Placed: 1st

Premium Member Beyond the Breakers

Beyond the Breakers


Life’s crashing surf rebuked me
tossed my tortured being
back into the roaring loneliness.

Repeatedly I dove into the fury
defying the strength of demon gods
cursing the frailty of men

railing against the invisibility
of a sightless future – straining
to escape its shore.

Wearily I fell victim to the tides
drawn limply into foaming eddies
that bid me – succumb

to the solace of the silence
beyond the breakers
sink slowly into her arms

feel the warming sun
fade into the numbing depths
of cold abandon.


2/7/2017

submitted to – Beyond the Breakers – Poetry Contest

Prophet Puzzle

I been running away,  trying to escape
  No matter what dimension I picked
  The truth would hunt its prey
  I love all with all I got but sport no halo

 Because I was meant to see them all
 Before I even let that beast out of me
 I have come to death like breeze In fall
 First time by energy and ice
 I was young so no regrets to vision.

 The second time by water of true death
 My buddy life support for 8 weeks
 One night sick and body's on sides of bed
 White n dark argued of possession but
 Neither took collection

 The last was more a loss of chains
 That retarded the one soul
 By bounds of mans perception
 Of gods creations and essential words
 Verses old. Remastered television
 I'm tired of learning retrofact

 I am relevant to the realm of only eternity
 One word sets of a thousand stories
 Held by all past,  present,  and not new to me
 I see relationship in every single accident
 Of truest evil innamely.

Before all will be known,  shown from innermost
Core of all individual
Learn evil does not live unless you harbour deception
And light does not grow if life is not residual
We walk amongst hell,  for no demons holds heaven
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