Long Prophesied Poems
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Freedom
Here I stand
A caged bird who wing is clipped
From the day I was born I was told by everyone that I am the prophesied Hero who destiny was to save the World
From that day, I had to follow a set path
I allowed myself to suffer because I thought that it was my fate
Oh how the people cheered for me Hooray for mighty Hero who saved us once again
Nobody cared that I was slowly crumbling apart not even my family
All everyone cared about was the Hero and not the person behind it
I pondered to myself all day long, “How can I save everyone when I can’t even save myself”? As I rotted in the prison that was my home
I thought that was my only path until that day
A strange man dressed in a robe came up to me and offer me a choice
Save the World while I had to suffer
Or
Be finally free from the cage but at the cost of the world
I chose without a moment thought to be free and he set me free
As I ran from the prison the stranger whispered I'm sorry that we made you suffer
The people of this world could suffer like I did
Because finally I was free
Free from my cage
The canny hitman wears many faces
His smiling face he calls democracy
Were you to hear him chanting..
You would be forgiven to believe
Freedoms.. rights, democracy..
He utters and funds yet.. SEE
Do you SEE your fallen statesman
Your struggling economy..
Your puppet H.E The president
The Hitman leeching the economy dry
Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls
SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties
Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter
If the hitman becomes the hunted..
If shes smoldering in ashes will they
All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery
Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not...
You held sway ruled with an iron grip
Those stars I see on your turban...
It's rumored you plucked from the skies
Trampled like a rag.. and on your back..
How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being
What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but
Will we weep when your judgment knocks
With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim
Come out of her my people lest you share..
In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read
Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK...
Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on...
The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations
The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake
In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus..
Extermination of others is her business parcel
Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus
Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains
The system, the system, chants the Rasta...
Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants
Mary Jane Joint now lights
Where did we go so wrong
Passing Janja weed Ronny..
I will call you my servant SILA see..
Calling a bird of prey from the east
Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple
Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish..
The divine purpose bestowed in YOU
#Bubble in time
Luis 2020 Feb 28.
OPEN APOLOGIES TO CHINA
My sincere apologies to the nation China.
Light Dawns when there's illumination, situations becomes clearer.
I have stained your flag,
Disdain your land and given you a tag:
"Populated poisonously polluted people",
Gradually the world begin to see the real evil.
Sorry for the woundable worrying words
Targeted at you but we know the odds.
Vocable virucidal venomous attacks
Your whole land has taken while on the tracks.
Here comes the time to jettison wrong accusation
That isn't validated by a misconception,
Especially when the four beasts bible prophesied begins to show up,
Wuhan being a testing ground for 5G and Corona is sad enough.
Let's hope for the prevailing of God's agenda.
Accept my sincere apologies China.
VickWizzy
Copyright © 13th April, 2020.
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
This guy Jude is the real thing
giving himself to serve the king
sending his word of mercy and peace
with God's perfect love he does bring
But brings also a real warning
to beware of those with false faith
unaware they've crept in to deceive
denying Jesus Christ they saith
Sodom and Gomorrah are examples
of those who don't believe were slain
a judgement awaits such sinners
with fire eternal like torrential rain
Enoch prophesied God with his holy army
will come convicting all of ungodliness
in every aspect of such awful iniquity
bring an account of all unrighteousness
God alone's able to keep us to stand
present us blameless in fullest joy
give glory to Jesus Christ the Lord
alone worthy for Satan He will destroy
His Star, still... Glows Bright! Amen.
Tis...that...time of year
when thoughts...
turn to Celestial...things
when...amid visions of centuries past
Hope is gathered and...rings!
Tis that time of year
when hearts...
ensue a glance of imperishable...gates
with the reminders of a Silent Night
so received with gratitude...sate!
Tis when...
the Joy and anticipation of celebrating
a prophesied birth...
touches here and there
and begins to seep throughout the earth
When Peace...
like a warm blanket...
is a 'Presence' that surely can be felt
drawing those so far away...near
recalling...shepherds and kings that knelt!
Tis...
when the...Love...which gives the reason
to embrace the marvelous season...glares
and is acknowledged...miraculously...
filling...the air!
Yes! indeed, it is here...
Tis that...Wondrous...Time of year!
ISAIAH 7:14 & 9:6
copyright: jmsbell-11/29/2017
~The Savior Is Near~
(Jewel's Rule)
Jesus is near
With him there's nothing to fear
He's returning any time
Lords love sublime-
Return prophesied
Don't let the devil mislead
Christ's love, salvation, world need
Lord wants to lead
Bible should read
Spread Christ's love, peace, plant good seed
Fear nothing if Lords with you
His loves so true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
August.17.2016
- “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelation 1:8 (NIV)
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen
Revelation 1:7 (NIV)
- “But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only
Matthew 24:36 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The " Jewels Rule" is a poetry style created by Chazz Combs.
An aged cedar's fallen trunk was taken from
a remote, quite grove by a stone wall,
and brought to Jerusalem to build
the wooden cross on which Christ was crucified,
after He was condemned to death by Pontius Pilate;
those rough planks, not smoothed out by skilled
hands, made Jesus bleed, and Judas stared
at His leaning forehead,
pierced by a crown made
of thorns, not fit for a heavenly King...
destined to die so young for Mankind!
On the way to painful Calvary, Jesus fell
three times, crushed by the weight
of the heavy cross while being called an impostor
by a crowd, which shouted and laughed;
Josephus believed Him to be the Christ,
whom Isaiah prophesied very long ago...
He called Him Wonderful, the Prince of Peace!
Rejoice faithful, He has risen
from His tomb, and He's sitting by His father's right
end for all eternity, to lord over nations!
Look into those bright clouds...He's alive!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Shucking Evil In Favor Of Good...
(courtesy of tasseled colonel corny maise aye aire)
Challenge more difficult than threading
camel thru eye of needle, hence catchy title
scotched, and I aim to endeavor and steer
away from task surpassing
defying gravity clear,
nonetheless (sorry), I still hotly air
glomming pablum attesting ill
success while sitting
in this wooden hard backed chair
oft times a means to leap bajillion
miles, cuz yours truly doth despair
one composite primate being forged care
fully vis a vis from carbon based life
je ne sais quoi essence Earthenware
composed, whether flora or fauna,
one species, sans latter, whose fanfare
of self importance don, trumpet
white out blinding search lights glare
ring essentially making grist for mockery,
parody travesty, etc shady spectacle
buzzfeeding nothing of pinterest to hear
blabbering blaring blather most teeny
tiny in utero homunculus hazardous heir
to the porcelain throne
faulty genes impair
ability to reign reduced
to basket of deplorable
what, particularly as
one benighted longhair
pencil necked geek refused treatment,
(cuz preexisting condition) by medicare
not covered, thus accursed
imp of the pervert
resigned to toss in hat
unsuspecting nightmare,
and run for political office
touting offering nuclear
weapon to every man,
woman and child
additionally larding couture
to design outerwear
housing protective
missile deflecting capacity,
which article designed by
Penn students, yes a bit
elaborate what with
doodads, thingymajigs,
and whatchamacallits
they (especially Eden)
did amazingly overengineer,
but, what the hey, now
the prophesied armageddon
answered courtesy
oven entrepreneurial pair
two peas in a pod, which
success stories ain't *****,
where Ivy League University
flush with funds to bolster
any promising idea, yea
even full body pod suited rainwear.
The Crowned Dead
The growing of green things,
should concern all of us.
The fires burning in far lands,
can still reach US(a).
There are all kinds of flames.
Not all are hot, some are ice cold.
They drive you to run into the sea,
even as it boils.
Fear of toxicity,
and death by chemical cast-offs,
or delinquent occurrences of stupidity.
The world is slipping closer
to the orbit set at the beginning of time.
Prophesied and foretold,
to the level of awareness,
none will or can be naive.
The plain sight of news,
media playing games,
tiny titans of power...
bereft of might,
and liberty used as a weapon.
The enemies at the door.
Sky buses full of horse droppings,
fraudulent reasons to spread chaos,
further among the peasants...
staring into their TV's for signs,
"They" do not want seen.
What are the number of the sick?
Have you seen the cities of the dead?
They are vacant and made of concrete,
that crack(s) from lack of zoning requirements.
Tainted miss-shapen causes,
to focus not on the Light of tomorrow,
but the darkness of today.
Is this a mirror of what you dished out?
Have you killed others to build your world,
upon theirs?
Beware.