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The wrath of God
Was released in that day
He watched his son crucified
And then raised him on that day appointed
To fulfill what
All the prophets had revealed
For his anger of this wicked world
Was released through his Love
And sacrifice of his son
That broke those that seek
From the yoke of sin or death
The wrath of God
In this time
Comes from the division
Of ones following
One that has a mindset in this world
For Jesus has provided
Those with a broken spirit
And contrite heart
To inherit a new creation
If we can get out of the way
And allow him to burn
Away all the impurities
We have gained from this wicked generation
From which we received from our ancestors
The wrath of God
Is remaining in this wicked generation
For they believe they can withstand
And take care of themselves
For they can only see the things in front of them
And not the unseen battle
Of the spirit and soul
Resisting his love and guidance
To remain in death or forever
Seperation of the Omega and Alpha
Through Jesus we can
Inherit the spirit of fire
That gives new life and mindset
That will allow one to see the
Evil that runs rampant around them
The wrath of God
Indeed did not come to bring peace to this world
But division directly
Into those that call out
Seperation from the oldman
Breaking one free of themselves
To be reborn
Not of the flesh of this world
But of the spirit, truth and love
Do not worry trying to get your
Life in order looking for all the signs
For the only sign that will withstand
Is that breath of life placed within
That Jesus came to fulfill
We can not see it like the wind
But the effects and transformation
Of one walking in the spirit
Is a light in a world of darkness
When silver goes to a refinery
It is not appealing to the eye
But after it goes in the fire
To burn away all the impurities
One shall see
There reflection
As Jesus wants to show through
Those which allow
I Love all of you
And pray for your walk in the I AM
For we all need to use the gift he has given us
The hand does not work as well
When all the fingers
Are not in motion
Do not expect this world to comprehend
For he has paid the price
To bring you out of it
You get to walk into a new day
While someone would give anything
To see a new day unfold
You get to inhale a breath of fresh air
While somewhere someone is struggling
For every breath they take
Your life might be full of challenges
While someone would give their last
Just to feel something,
Just to feel anything again
Your today might not be what you had in mind
But in this instant someone would love
To have just an inch of what you have
Do not measure your capacity by the lack of something
Measure it by the grace you walk in
Because every step and
Every breath
Speaks of grace
Even through pain
Even through heartache
Broken doesn't mean finished product
It means in production to refinery
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The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Written July 31, 2012
Here she comes
Walking down the road
To a machine gun refinery
Where she just won't know
Where she's going
Down the path of pestilence
Or on the wings of resilience
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
Knocking on the door
Shoot to thrill screams
More more more
And she just don't know
If she can take it anymore
Should she keep knocking on the door
Or should she lay down her sword
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
When the sun rises tomorrow
I'll be drowning in my sorrow
Yet again I've killed a man
Defenselessly at that
Born and buried in a sea
That just becomes our memories
That we will never get to see
Because of our selfishness
Watch me closing in on death
Violins
Playing in my mind
Relentlessly at that
I guess it's my turn at bat
To finally see what I am
What I've become is not a man
Oh violins
Take me away
I'm a monster anyways
Traitors Come Alive
They wallow in the darkness
They never reveal their sadness
These treacherous things blame you for their madness
You befriend them in peace
Blinded by your kindly ease
You reach out to them, as they to you
You teach them ur meddling
Ur fool some findings
They lay by ur side
In the darkness of ur mind
They speak to others from behind
Let you give in ur souls refinery
Believe you’ve found ur only sanctuary
When you close your doors to feel at home
Daggers do they loam behind me
You never turn
Believing you’ve learned
U leave ur tears
U give in to ur fears
Ur heart does scorn
Ur soul forlorn
These traitors
They come alive
Not for the moment
But till ur angry cries die
Not that they ever:
Their there for life
i represent an
invisible wall to
you
everytime you walk
by
i wish i was a
magician only for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would create the
most amazing art for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would totally
erase the maze of
confusion for you
everytime you walk
by
the bridge of
rejection sends my
inner fear into
ascension
i want to fall off
intentionally when i
imagine the natural
scent of you
internally i do
jumping jacks
internally i do
squat thrusts
externally i do
speed walks
externally i do the
shy guy stroll
everytime you walk
by
i guess i deserve to
be the ghost as
practice for the
sport of your
resistance
i wish i had a
pickaxe
i wish i had a
mallet
i wish i had a
poker....anything to
to help extend my
arms
everytime you walk
by
now the day is done
now the night
becomes the
masterful bully
now the dawn of day
teases me with its
indecisiveness
now the apex of the
torture begins for
me again
everytime you walk
by
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God DAMN it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
EYE of READINESS
-SUCCESS
"We were welcomed by the eagle, who dropped us on our rears, when we finally achieved success, in his eyes. Dropped us a parting tear."
EYE of ROARING TIGER
-BELLY DANCER
"We were welcomed by the cute baby unborn, who laughed and giggled when he saw us. He sought for our hand to hold."
EYE of DISCOVERY
-PARASITE
"We were welcomed by the black widow, who left us when she learned to bite. She seduced and warned of times times and half a time."
EYE of BEAVER
-REDWOOD TREE
"We were welcomed by the tall, strong, majestic tree, which taught us to make homes and bridges."
EYE of HORSE
-MOON SHADOW
"We were welcomed by the crescent moon, which watched over us, like a guardian angel. Did readings of our palms and our hearts."
EYE of FUTURE
-CRAFT
"We were welcomed by the iron-headed robot, who taught us to weld, and work hard at tasks. We were joined by the Dolphin who showed us playful craft."
EYE of ADVENTURE
-POLITICS
"We were welcomed by the lion, who led us into the forest. We laughed at the leopard, who played with us, and at the ostrich, who tried to eat us. The Penguin, who tried to lead us.The Lemur wanted to be King over us and be named Julian The BestOfUs."
EYE of SIX-LEAF SHEPHERD
-SKELETON
"We were welcomed by the hominid skeleton, who taught us how to hunt and eat. To fashion weapon and shield and have reverence for the sacrifice of love and the dead."
EYE of FLYING
-FARMER
"We were welcomed by the bean farmer, who taught us to work the earth. We laughed at the sheep, who told us about the moon."
Eye of Dress Code
-BUILDER
"We were welcomed by the stonemason, who taught us to shape stone into buildings. We laughed at the angles and the way the functionality meets the eye. Architectural refinery of the Fairy mind."
EYE of BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN
-WORD
"We were welcomed by the WORD of God, who told us all of these things. How to turn water into wine.
How to be drunk and merry in the living waters."
These verses, woven with passion and grace?,
evoking emotions, leaving souls in its entrace,
words that linger, like whispered wind, on fire.
Imprints left, in hearts, deeply pinned by desire.
Join my quest for fire,
for warmth and burn of principles-
Dire_
Eye of Dire Wolf
HEAVENLY CHOIR~
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Exceedingly, very difficult to write poetry.
When tomorrow my city might become
a burning, crimson refinery.
ANTIFA coming to my city to destroy,
a quiet, suburban berg with awesome.
lovely girls and good, handsome boys.
This is a town of law-abiding, hard-
working folk.
But the George Soros poison into
destroying Europe and America is
doing its destructive work.
People are harmed, small businesses
forever crushed.
One cannot say this is wrong or they
will be ignored or politically hushed.
The wrong-doers in Minnesota are
jailed and awaiting their fate.
However, Soros cares not who gets
harmed, nor does he care~he's the
devil's mate.
I tearfully removed my American flag,
from my front yard today.
Not wishing ner-do-wells, to harm our
Old glory in anyway!
God Bless America!
June 6, 2020
8:30 PST
Poem # 1227