Long Revelation Poems
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A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It taught me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
He is with you in your emotional lows
He is with you in the ebbs and flows
He is with you in each ecstatic spike
He is with each nation and person alike
He is with you in the operating room
He is with you during the morning commute
He is with you in the sleepless nights
He is with you climbing those heights
He is with you in the doctor’s waiting room
He is with us when we wait on Him
He leads us to Mt. Zion (away from Mt. Bashan)
Receive the invitation, and repent while you still can
He is with you in the funeral home
He promised that we don’t mourn as those with no hope
He is with you in the grocery store
(He’s both knocking and is The Door)
He is with you on the bus and the train
(Blessing all with His rain)
He is with you when you go out and return again
He turns white, what was a crimson stain
He is with you in sadness and grief
He is with you during incarceration and release
He is for you, He is on your side
(They pierced His heart through His side)
He is with you when you’re afraid or alone
(He is found in the pages of The Holy Tome)
He’s the church’s Head
He’s blessed the marriage bed
(And those of that certain slew
He blesses singleness too)
He is with you during every breath
Even when you contemplate an imminent death
He has answers when it’s why, why why?
He came to serve and to lay down His life
He also had that question while on the cross
He’s the Refiner, He brings out our dross
The Father has given, and none will be lost
(as those who count loss)
He accepts all who call on His name
(From Special Revelation or Natural Revelation the same)
He's the path to eternity
He saves for certainty
He rules the earth below from His perch on High
He sees all that can be seen with His bird’s eye
He looks down on the inhabitants thereof
His eyes are too pure, His law is His love
He considers all sighs and plea’s
He accepts the prayers from those on their knees
(or a heart that is bowed metaphorically)
He knows our frustrations, He knows anxiety
He knows you and me, He is Jesus C.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself."
~ Khalil Gibran
If words of my fortune cookie were by Confucius written,
he must have been deeply in love and completely smitten
to know the taste of it is as sweet as pollen to the bees
and as beautiful as Springtime buds blooming on trees.
Each happy tear that falls is ambrosia upon my tongue
The suckle of his lips is worthy of a love song to be sung
Honeyed kisses, more succulent than a flower's nectar
and I am the fortunate one for being his chosen collector.
The good fortune in life is beyond all means of measure
As a musician's inspiration brings him a source of pleasure,
so does the heart find its nourishment in the revelation
that passion is the drink that fills love's need for libation.
Fruit of the vine is not the only choice in which lovers imbibe.
The taste of honeyed kisses is the ale that I would prescribe.
After a solid decade of what can only be described as the worst of luck.
I've grown accustomed to living a life of pain and misery.
Fearful of this new uncertainty, again left helpless and unaware
Although uncomfortable and confused, I continued onward with my life.
The diagnosis is only the first painful and stunning blow.
Amazed at the unbelievable power of something microscopic in nature.
Specialists in the field call it a virus, I call it being condemned.
Now likely sentenced to a treacherous and pre-mature death.
The full extent of this revelation leaves me struggling to understand.
In one invasive procedure, they pluck away a piece of my liver.
While countless needles drain my tainted crimson blood.
Both attempts at deciphering the enormity of my affliction.
After the final drop of my blood is finally collected, The doctors hold an answer.
They give me their assurance of a definitive and timely explanation.
The phone rings, the doctor is ready to reveal his final prognosis.
It seems treatment is possible, and success may be achievable.
Astonished, I wonder if I have dreamed the entire conversation.
But, unbelievably his spoken words are determined to be truth.
Many human beings, not so lucky, to receive this rare gift of life.
The feeling is strange, following so many years of horrific nature.
Reluctant to savor the moment, fearing that it may suddenly disappear.
Death has taken me three times prior, at birth, and twice before thirty.
All three instance came without prior warning, unannounced occurrences.
Left this fourth time, to ponder death's arrival, this time, not so lucky.
I dreadfully contemplate what, if anything, exists after crossing over.
A fear that has plagued mankind since Eve took that first fateful bite.
The reaper achieved his goal, but I was unwilling to cross Phlegethon.
inexplicably, each time my soul has been revived, prior to complete loss.
Mind and body replenished with life, but some part of me remained deceased.
Returning some what less than, what was my previous state of being.
Losing only it seems, what I held onto so dearly in my life.
Small pieces of hope, faith, and joy. Now left absent from my soul.
Only time will tell if this virus, will undue death's losing streak.
Or, if the Doctors confidence will be proven true, allowing me to survive.
Yet, Again.
Frozen in a steeley net, Canadas Christmas present; now
In much regret' Christmas's past were steeped in deception
Christmas present, and the people request; re-direction! It
Seems that weather? Whether or not' could it be a reason
That the numbers have stopped? I call on the Lord, by
Jesus name! To restart the process, and redress the peoples pain' this puppets strings they re-quest you cut'
And on the Christmas's of future your 'door will shut' upon
All despotisam of externall source, of evil intent I plead recourse; oh Lord of all' all thats really good
I turn to you, as all should .! Take away the reins from human hands, smile upon this nation as only you can!
May they recognise' and join my plea, enter their churches
And pray to be.' Released from bondage unto freedoms
Stand, A sign to the wotld that the 'Great I Am' has stood
In the gap' has torn down man! As He will at the end as
It says in 'His plan'
The Bravest Death
The bravest death; to die for Christ:
Unglamorized, but not unnoticed.
Before the Lord, enemies wilt,
And death’s piercing sting not felt.
Though braggart towers upward rise
And man’s dominion increases,
The thought of perishing for nought
Is woe, the greatest fear of all.
Christ’s heavenly gift surpasses
The spoils of earthly dominance,
Whereas cowards raft adrift at sea
Their souls bartered for such treasures.
Strength comes with the belief in Christ
To know your death is not final.
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References:
Matthew 10:39.
Mark 8:35.
Luke 9:24 and Luke 17:33.
John 12:25.
Revelation 2:10.
There was a bale of hay! given
Realizing deals were made in Heaven
Ensuring the Love was spread over Even
Everlasting Life became four Seasons
A ;Pale Donkey smiled with eYes of reason…
Sun poured out in all directions as a
;Precious sWord became intentions
Ensuring Love in all dimensions and
Nearing the Light, this Writer mentions…
Color tHere in what’s re.Written…
A Loving ;DOn. called a Write. SenseiTion
Never fear, tHere come Elation…
...
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say,
“Come!” I looked and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and
Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to
kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
sWords, … Mistaken….. — Revelation 6:7-8 NIV
Form:
We are so different
I am smart, you are less so
I am a man, you are a woman
I am trump, you are poor
I am beautiful, you live in a sewer
I have castles, you’re lucky to have drawers
I am peaceful, you are the extremist
I have armies, you have child suicide bombers
I have coffee, you have tea
See the difference between you and me?
I wear clothes under my head, you wear masks over
I sing songs in my sanctuary, while you chant the jihad
I have my god who is righteous; you have a god that sings of terror
My god is great, yours is a fraud
I ride in a limo, you ride a gay camel
I drink fine whiskey, you smoke camel fags
We you see… are as different
As night is to day
As sun is to moon
As Cain is to Abel
I own the castle you live in the stable
Goats and hogs your only staple
Now when we were in the hospital
Me so much better than you, you see
Both our sons sick of leukemia
You being so different and less than me
You cried, and you wept, and you wished yourself dead
If your child should live, you'd give all you ever had
Its then I saw, I’d do exactly the same
When you offered me a tissue
I confess I felt a wee little shame
Whatever hate you may or may not have had
Lifted, when you saw the child was your only lad
And when I saw this humble startling revelation
I realized how narrow and condescending I was behaving
So maybe we both learned a lesson of Job
A pity such sadness and pain had to bring
The realization to us both
We are not so different after all
We now drink tea in the olive gardens
Telling the young if they chose to listen
There is a better path, of happier wisdom
By embracing your fellow man
No matter race, color or convictions
Start with a smile
Make it last more than a mile
Great things happen
When us, the people take action
Yours truly
Two fathers
Of this world
Thank you Charmaine for the constant inspiration!
“Struggling to find the words to say”
Seeing the heavens tear open
Within the twinkling of an eye
“Surrounded by a starless sky”
Seeing the earth light up in pink
“Struggling to find the words to say”
“When it's nine in the afternoon”
When the moon stopped giving her light
I see a child of shining white
Who has several forms in light
“Struggling to find the words to say”
“Your eyes are the size of the moon”
I hear the mysteries of night
Who I am beneath mankind’s clouds
“Surrounded by a starless sky”
“Struggling to find the words to say”
Song "Soundless" by Demondice
Song "Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic! at the Disco
Who can the God of the bible be?
This God that we cannot see.
The bible says he created all things.
Just for you and me.
How do we know He's there?
Or if he truly cares.
The bible says he will respond.
When we seek him in prayer.
Before saying it's all a lie.
Please first give him a try.
Revelation tells us what our fate will be.
The moment we all die.
Each one of us must choose.
To accept Jesus "Good News!"
Believe it and have eternal life.
Reject it and you lose.
In life the storms will come.
It happens to everyone.
Take God's word and stand on it,
That's how victory is won.
One last thing today.
Don't trust what people say.
Trust only in the word of God,
Because Jesus is the way!
I'll now bring this to and end.
God's our Creator and friend.
Why would He tell us to trust a lie,
When he wants us all to win!
The freedom to have our way.
Is leading us all astray.
It may not cost us in this life,
But it will on "Judgement Day!"
God give us all a choice.
Obey or ignore his voice.
Choose one and we will suffer for ever,
And the other we forever rejoice!
Just acknowledge Jesus Christ.
Believe in his sacrifice.
Admit he did what you couldn't do,
And receive the gift of eternal life!