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The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
Eyes..eyes, I always see your lambent eyes.
Staring at me, ever scintillating,
As the glimmering, summer sands of time.
Dreaming of drifting heavenwards with you.
Like two sparkling candles rising heavenward,
Melting sensually into each other with a warm rainbow hue.
My crystalline obsession yours be,alone for life.
Any thought of you, totally mitigates
All earthly,empty, needless strife.
So place your lush, libidinous lips on mine.
So that we may burn ever so brightly
Till the still, setting sunset of our Romios star time.
Your~ Panagiota
April 23, 2020
7pm. PST
Hands on our neighbours’ shoulders,
we encircle the decorated pine,
my chanting father at the centre.
Faces painted, dressed in white, hair adorned,
we march, chant and wail,
throwing dust over our heads.
Then stand, hands clasped overhead, eyes heavenwards.
Holding hands, we sway,
moving in time to our chants.
Faster, faster.
Everything blurring,
the ground becomes dust,
my neighbours drop, twitching, quivering,
but we don’t stop.
Faster, faster.
The ground’s coming up to meet me…
Finally, we sit in a circle
And come out of the trance.
Each stands at the centre, and relates an experience.
I say I saw an eagle flying high,
and then swooping low,
but when I reached for it, it wasn’t there.
About Sioux
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button,
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.
Having a quiet night at home
sitting contemplating life as it is
not a lot happening so I thought
a knock I thought or mayne a miss
So I went to see who it was
there was a lightness at the door
opening dazzled by shining light
left me stunned flat on floor
I realised this indeed is God's son
Jesus was before me truly amazing!
thinks I this house in awful state
certainly not fit for the risen king
But the Lord knew my thoughts
so softly the saviour spoke it's fine
I'm here to hear from you honestly am
not to see youe abode cause you're mine
The Lord assured me about my heart
it's been transformed by God's grace
through life's journey sanctifying me
giving His word to work on my case
Lord help me know how to really pray
lacking faith hasving doubts feeling weak
so often I'm so up and too often down
don't worry Jesus said all's not so bleak
Remember I'll hear you at any time
then I perfect your prayer simply divine
so it goes heavenwards to my father
who knows His will for all mankind
So time comes for Jesus to go
His parting words promise I'm with you
always until this earth's wrapped up
then in heaven you'll be perfect anew
(somethoughts if Jesus was to come knocking literally at my door)
Forgiving is the true nature and value
of the child lost learning ways
in which direction expelling darkness
From internal love finding a sinner within
unveiling oneself offering the pain of the suffering
heavenwards our wings are the shield of protection
An instrument that wipes unclean dust away
to make way for the light of truth
slowly a cross will lift of the shoulders
We are slaves burdened unto the pain of desires
that where born from love on this earth alone
Divinity is the real deal love that burns eternally grateful
No longer blind to sinners or sin
its there a heart finds peace and solice
knowing from the crooked road walked
In hell wisdom learns us many lessons in life
we pray for those who are lost in direction
always to the day we leave this world
Destinies true love never dies
He died for our sins Almighty who is all forgiving
Lord I now take a leaf out of your book
Burying the past in the hope He will forgive those
who have sinned against us
blindly fooled into believing a falsity
EMPTINESS FILLS MY HOURS
Sunshine brings a sadness into my rarefied air.
Your presence, missing, brings to my world, despair.
Sunshine brings a bleak, darkness to my life.
Without you !, my hours are filled with strife.
Sunshine is what you are, what you brought to me.
The beauty of our days, I will no longer get to see.
Sunshine, no longer reflects from these tired old eyes
as I try to look heavenwards, but see no more blue skies.
In memory, my mind's eye, I look into your beautiful eyes
but all I can see, all I can feel, are your good byes.
I should know my Dear, it should come as no surprise !
Yet, it still breaks my heart and my soul, loudly, cries
for the loss of all I had with you, watch, as it dies,
knowing, in the world of death, that is how it lies !
It is the beautiful dream - it, is the bond that ties -
longing to touch you again, to see you with these eyes.
B. J. "A" 2
April 1st 2011
Cast aside, he plummets to the desolate earth.
Hymns of his treacherous heart consume his ears.
Tears aren’t shed, pleads aren’t wailed
He’s left atop the desecrated hollow ground.
Azrael, the Angel of Death, come
snuff out his remaining life.
Azrael, take up your bloodied scythe,
carve off his wings,
and leave clotting crescent scars on his back.
He needs his wings no more.
Kiss a crimson smile upon his neck,
he’ll not sing anymore.
Left broken, flies descend upon him.
The flies sing a song of lies.
Devouring the words, he wished he had heard
at the time of his descent.
Chewing away at who he was
Ushering in who he will become.
Neither an angel,
Nor a man.
But something else.
The flies swarm the pit.
His body lies at the center of the crater.
A crimson smile graces his neck.
Murky eyes yearn heavenward.
Maggots nested within his flesh,
eating away at his unbeating heart.
Crawling through his veins
Multiplying, devouring, transforming
The quaking rot of his new body
Bleeds veiny wings
that beat against the blackened earth.
His baptism is a vile mass of
maggots, blood, songs, and flies.
His new body
Ugly, but defined.
Flies dance upon his unblinking eyes,
He can’t cry. His tears have since dried.
The fall desiccated his eyes, stealing his cries.
Ears echoing with fading hymns,
He is dead but persists in consciousness.
Maggots worm out from his red smile,
forcing him to gurgle,
“I am the Lord of Flies”
The flies buzz in victory,
Using their teeth
the maggots squirm out of his orifices
hatching from his flesh.
They raise their bodies heavenwards,
In praise of their new lord.
A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.
The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to rubble.
The two twined ruins
exiting these ancient piles
were created to be spans and transits
for the upliftment of saintly figures,
no one will miss them, yet their
plinths, their buttresses
their embossments
until recently
held a small alcove heavenwards
a niche, that will probably
lose its faith soon,
toppling one year at a time
into an agnostic downfall.
The two ruins are so disfigured
as to be nothing at all,
but they are moving in mysterious ways
to where a tireless worker
will help them rise again,
but of course dust will stir up dust,
the mice and the beetles
will continue
to nibble and gnaw, however
the Maker will be ready
once more
to return dust to cathedrals.
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.