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in the mouth of desire, inverted spires
lean toward the grots of Hell.
tongues forked, skewered with sapphires
in the mouth of desire, inverted spires.
Adam's apple burning cores, as moths for martyrdom's fires.
on the path to perdition: many had attended well.
in the mouth of desire, manipulation stirs.
the crone fanning her cauldron
a hot vat of ruin, Wiccan shrieks and whirs.
in the mouth of desire, manipulation stirs -
a warlock's cherished heart of burrs,
tears of crocodiles, his every gentleness abandoned.
in the mouth of desire, sirens sweet, curses
lure purple wearers and weavers, beasts with saints,
low_down to the broad gates, gilt black, swinging purses.
in the mouth of desire, sirens' sweet curses
but wisdom's rare jewels, bereft in their verses.
for want of wisdom, man's sovereign will faints.
Revelation 11: 13-17 In the same hour there was a great earthquake, and a tenth
of the city (Jerusalem) fell. In the earthquake seven thousand people were killed,
and the rest were afraid and gave glory to the God of heaven. The second woe is
passed, Behold the third woe is coming quickly. Then the seventh angel sounded:
And there were loud verses in heaven saying,"The kingdoms of this world have
become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ, and He shall reign forever
and ever!"
And the twenty four-elders who sat before God on His throne fell on their faces
and worshiped God saying: "We give You thanks, O Lord God Almighty, The One
who is and who is to come, Because You have taken Your great power and reigned.
Mark 13:2 And Jesus answered and said to him (His disciple) "Do you not see these
great buildings? Not one stone shall be left upon another that shall not be thrown
down." [ This happened forty-years after the Crucifixion, death, burial and resurrection
of Jesus Christ. The Roman general Titus, along with local Roman legions, destroyed
the temple of Jerusalem in 70 AD]
Rev. 17:8 "The beast that you saw was; and is not, and will ascend out of the bottom
less pit and go to perdition. And those who dwell on the earth will marvel, whose names
are not written in the Book of Life from the foundation of the world, when they see the
beast that was, and is not and is. Rev. 17:11 "The beast that was, and is not is of him
self also the eighth, and is of the seven, and is going to perdition.
"The Big Guns"
A woman goes into war
with the matrimony of
Life and Death
a wound left empty
a gash pushing up
daisies where bleeding
seeds don’t bloom no more
So love puts the big guns
in her hands, bullets loaded
from the mind hell bent
on breaking the walls
caught in the sticky web
of that black lettered Perdition
Naked I came
from my mother’s womb
And naked I shall return
what’s given is taken away
the loss irretrievable
opens a new road home
Gangster all the way
On the run
with the Big Guns
Misery be gone
Love’s a racketeering assassin
cutting losses, risking what remains
on a final heist to be won
“Sometimes Losers
are Winners,” She grinned
“You are holding
the Big Gun”
Hands on the wheel
Silver Lady is driving Blue Sky
his head turned, smiling
towards the burning Sun
An alternative beginning
long way to the end.
First,
Some adventure,
First,
Some Fun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Bang Bang Bang”/Dorothy
https://youtu.be/8Hi7Z8MK9t0
artiste: Gabe Leonard
"Keep Moving"
in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child
filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile
he's been lied to decieved and misguided
and his fears and emotions he does hide it
he fears the world in all its iniquities
and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity
the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within
for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin
but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition
and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions
the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind
and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine
we forgive others to forgive ourselves
so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves
as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light
the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night
for only the shepard calls to his sheep
one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek
redeemed is the child who suffers the path
saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath
We await the daily mail delivery with eager anticipation.
Alas, today came another batch of worthless information!
Of course there were the usual bills that arrive without fail,
But where's the check that guy promised would be in the mail?
We've received more return mailing labels than we'll ever use.
How our names got on their mailing lists, I have no clues.
To top it all, a summons for jury duty was today received.
Now that really ruined my day and left me sorely aggrieved!
A startling piece of mail from a realtor wanting to sell the house.
Thinking I had something to do with that really upset my spouse!
A blatant ad from a vinyl siding contractor wanting to make a sell.
Interesting we should receive that since in a brick house we dwell!
Another envelope had alarming news from the local funeral home.
Do they know something we don't know about a trip to the Celestial Dome?
Our life insurance company sent their usual annual birthday greeting,
Breathing a sigh of relief that our hearts are both still beating!
Lord have mercy and deliver us from this onerous perdition!
Curtailing this stuff would certainly improve our disposition.
On the computer I can simply stop such stuff by clicking 'delete'.
Oh, for such a simple system to make junk mail less replete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Lost Souls Saloon
The oil lamp was dimmed
as the light defined her face
and it made the room a fire
silhouetting our embrace
With her arms around my neck
and her legs around my waist
Her lips became more supple
while her eyes drew more debased
I was somewhere, caught between
A place called heaven, and one called hell
And somewhere in the distance
I heard an erie sounding bell
We rolled around the mattress
Like a thunder cloud in spring
Making love like no tomorrow
"Till I couldn't feel a thing
I was falling to perdition
In a never ending well
never to escape
Not, as far as I could tell
But I had to gain my senses
Had to stand up on my feet
Had to fight for my existence
Had to make for my retreat
Don't stray
Page 6 is on its way............Yeeehaww
I arrived early today for the appointment made months ago,
And began the interminable wait to see the medico.
When I checked in it was already half-past noon.
The nurse said, "Take a seat and we'll be with you soon!"
The room was full of people in every kind of condition.
I thought, "Lord! Have mercy! Deliver me from this perdition!
While waiting I'll surely contract a contagious disease I fear,
And be much worse off than when I arrived in here!"
I thumbed through time-worn magazines dating from nineteen fifty-three,
And stared with glazed eyes at unctuous soap operas on TV.
Swallowed stale coffee by the liter from a styrofoam cup,
Not so patiently waiting for my name to be called up!
I tried to snooze but that soon became a sad delusion,
With rowdy kids and constant babble - just too much confusion.
The little old lady next to me told of her every pain and ache,
As I lent a compassionate ear, striving to stay awake!
I was almost tempted to order in a scrumptious pizza pie.
My stomach was growling and suppertime was drawing nigh.
When at last the nurse in all her puffery before me did loom,
And finally ushered me into the harried doctor's examining room!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
In the Kingdom, it's substraction
It's like many are called but few are chosen
It's like in the time of Gideon going to war
God stop them said to him you're too many
In the spiritual battle, numbers don't matter
It's the quality that matters
It's the faithfulness that matters
Those love stomach that is their God
Not worthy to win battles
They are cause for defeat
Carnality cannot trust victory
Spiritual people sees the then and now
In these last days, women rise to power
They have been used as an insult to the enemy
Through Eve, sin enters the world
Through Eve's, they rebound and wins sin
Conquering the world and defeating the enemies
The lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and
The pride of life weaponizing the flesh
Saving the soul from perdition to salvation.
Foundation.
If you could escape this world, would you take that risk?
Escapism
As if cursed by the son of perdition
As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm
With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition
Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching
High in the midnight sky
As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen
And feel regal like a king
Like King Solomon
As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame
So now all dark nights appear so long and so black
As the shadow people slowly advance
Whispering my name
For they know I have been changed by someone so radical.
As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night
Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical
But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical
For as sure as winds seduce trees by subtle caresses
As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins
I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest
Where the White Ash stands
Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands
With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air
Ready to invade lungs and take control
It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four
So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine
Keep the house
Car and money
For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists
A place I hope welcomes me in
Just pray for me that I don't
lose my soul and become just another flesh slave
Chained up playing music in her band
A prisoner trapped forever in her cave
As she sits or stands
On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips
You're now mine
Now get in line
Your time will come play
For now, you're caught
And can no longer run away
For you're now just another one of my familiars
One in a trillion
No longer a civilian
All this I know for a German called Schiller
Told me over the internet
Told me to come over
Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between
So here I am
Pray for me
Ma ***
Forever yours
Your son
Jimmie 0
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Champagne in Heaven
The “Old Bubbly” I hopeth one day in Heaven to see!
And why, pray tell, should I not ever wish this to be?
Methinks that God would smile at this artful prospect,
Yet, such an occurrence may make His Angels suspect!
If His Angels protest, I shall plead my wish to God’s action,
Whilst spoiling not to argue my case with all due passion!
I am quite sure my plea may ruffle proper saintly tradition,
But, I shall ask God’s indulgence and seek not His perdition!
I know God granted an Irish soul’s plea for nips of Irish dew,
And so, I am sure He’ll allow my “Bubbly” in Heaven’s pew!
If my request meets with Almighty God’s just and fair favor,
I’ll ask Him to join me in few stout nips of dew of Irish flavor!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 9, 2018 (Canzone)
Author’s Note: Deus est qui regit omnia! Amen! Amen!
Canzone Structural Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
137 Words
Open Meter
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffgg