Long Revelations Poems
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As dawn chases away the night, in slow motion
Imperial red appears upon the horizon
Then softly turns into light coral radiant light
In these moments of beauty my thoughts turn to you
You're in a place of glorious light
Where there is no coming night
There's no need of the sun or moon
For Jesus and God are the pure light
There is a river running there
As pure as any water can be
A tree grows on each side
Bearing 12 different kinds of fruit to eat
That tree has leaves that can heal
All the nations of the earth can eat
Provided that they confess Jesus as Lord
He will provide leaves of the tree to heal
I know you are resting in God's love
I am assured you are healed
You are living in and feeling that perfect love
That only our God can give
I used color charts from the internet, I selected a picture from the internet, I used dawn here at my home, The Living Bible translation of Revelations 22, my brain, The Holy Spirit, and my grief..
An old man’s pride was set aside when he came to realize,
The arrogance of his youth was grounded in untruth.
The government he believed in was corrupted from within.
It tore at his very soul, yet the revelations proved it was so.
The government he believed in had deceived him.
Courage to change nearly drove him insane.
But only the deranged could deny what was plain.
There could be no more absolution for the institutions,
He had held in reverence given the mountains of evidence,
Of corruption and destruction spewing out of these agencies.
Upon much reflection he made this detection.
Programs for problems seemed to only prolong them.
Democracy’s bureaucracies had become lifelines for the American aristocracy.
When confronted with these facts his instincts said attack.
The messenger is all wrong, bigoted, hateful, racist, with motives of greed.
Yet he knew these were just excuses to deny the abuses,
Which his intellect clearly deduced were the truth.
He had to change!
He had to have courage!
He had to change!
White as snow
Soft as a feather is its cover
All the meanings of the Church,
Scriptures, revelations spoken words.
All held inside this book of which my heart treasures..
Wisdom, love, faith, knowledge of our Saviors Life from within HIS FATHERS heart, birthed by our higher Priests, the Eternal Pope himself, as so GODS children can fully understand HIS life, both in the garden of Eden and on earth if only for awhile..
The Catechism Of The Catholic Church, in its own beauty, pages of love poured out to those in which to be moved to seek, live, pray in HIS words of love, compassion, of THE ONE I AM” .
As the light of Christ is worn by virgins of the Savior and His Fathers LOVE, so is thus book, when not held in One’s hands, sits quietly until he seeks to be enlightened by wisdom, love, peace, an unwavering, never ceasing slow to anger, Word Of L O V E. For HE is LOVE..
I seek HIS truth according to HIS church with spoken from AUTHORITY to HIS Daughter and SONS their hands slide across its spiritual pages of TRUTH in my every being.
Isiah 12:2 “ Surely GOD is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. Through prayer my heart remembers that YOUR presence is my strength”
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
ee Cummings
the wrangle of the cell (the cell
that you own) touches me in places (warm
and tenderly the tinderbox explodes)
my ear —
a flame of agrabah (flying tendrils of
jasmine rejoice) riveting revelations of love
shared serendipitously, moving,
even sweetheart, over the ebb
and flow of sensuous oceans (keeping
us apart)
yet; close are we. . .
the wrangle of the cell (the cell
that you own) touches me in places (warm
and tenderly the tinderbox; explodes)
“warm and cozy, our toes curled together, in two different worlds”
11/14/2019
Writing Challenge, November- Some Kind of Love
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
When time echoes the promise of a rambling soul, one who knows that the past never can be left, because it is there that solace leaves its caress, its breath ever rising in the presence of sorrow’s tangled web ~ quote by poet
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
She reflects on lost nights that did begin,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
Sometimes it feels she’s been left in her grief,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Should she call friends or her one and only?
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely.
Swiftly, time reveals rambling that will last,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sensitive, like dreams, her heart is all gloom,
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem)
Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness==
Your radiance is no longer true==
A melody with seduction over due==
The song so bad wiped out by you==
Rotating my abdomen==
From the soul==
The worms inside==
They all die==
Under your control==
Separating the way==
Is as if though==
All the beauty in the world==
Up and lived==
You are more than I need==
Drowning in my own abyss==
Judging you one==
Right after the other==
A hellish so profound==
Revelations passed so suddenly==
Expression of limbo, I replay==
The revenge==
The revoke==
Suffer catting my oxygen==
They illness==
Then lifeless==
They identify==
Then disgust==
Never play the sensitive==
Feel my needs==
Like the wound full of abscess==
A sore to never go away==
Yes like the illness==
Then lifeless==
Dropped addict==
These shivers down my spine==
Identify, escape, abuse of certain==
Announcing it even more==
Proof that I am found==
Out of love==
The mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes==
The heart is trapped to proceed==
Cleverer than the open skies==
Old sweat glands in my hand==
Retiring the mind==
The best of my heart has no stand==
Died from your retrieving cries==
Advancing to my knowledge==
The darkness that you lend==
DISCLOSURE==
to==
In the depth of your eyes ==
I run before you hypnotize==
Oblivious to the Valley of your wits==
Refusing to relive the song==
Feeling that are gone==
Never will it feel right==
I still feel the rotation==
Exhale went out your soul==
Exiting far from sight==
Revoke an end to your light==
A kiss of death to your good night==
A kiss of death to your good night==
(To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
You may think you know me -
having read my writings of random free falling poetry,
delved into my psyche in the hidden words within my poems.
I assure you, You do not know me. No, you don't.
You do not know or understand my mind or thoughts,
you cannot fully see my hopes or dreams,
my pasts and present futures.
You cannot truly read my heart, only your own;
embrace life's love and pain and sorrow
nor any of those deep inner hiddem lost desires.
You do not, cannot know me
and I can say this with solid convictions;
for in all my subtle revelations and soul searchings,
in the prayers and solitary meditations of all my contemplative moments
I still -
do not know myself.
September 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 24-25
Key Verses – Matthew 24:4-5 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GUARDING ME AGAINST DECEPTIONS
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ transgressions
Because of Your truthful regulations
That teach me to discern misconceptions
With Your wisdom, showing biblical instructions.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ perils
Because of Your guiding anvils
That bring me toward faith-maturity hills
With Your Word, assuring Your promise-fills.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ iniquities
Because of Your holy entreaties
That protect me from tempting falsities
By Your righteousness, purging guilt-causing impurities.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ destructiveness
Because of Your powerful mightiness
That leads me to service-fruitfulness
By Your blessings, pouring heavenly graciousness.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ hypocrisies
Because of Your light as well as divine mercies
That illumine me for understanding midst inconsistencies
By Your revelations, exposing wrong prophecies.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ attacks
Because of Your security-packs
That deliver me from carnality-hacks
By Your omniscience, governing spiritual tracks.
Thank You for guarding me against deceptions’ defeats
Because of Your victorious treats
That pull me out from despair-seats
By Your exhortation, glowing with revival heats.
September 18, 2022
Scene I: When It Began
It is a soft-lit evening, my luscious lips ready, blood…sweat… red,
As I wonder just what can excite this insanely wacko head
Much blissful scenes, sounds and songs entertain these curling toes
Smeared makeup, made up again, green mess of hair that flows
When I hear from the other room, a sound quite like a groan,
A deep voice full of chocolate wonder, like a dog…I follow the bone…
Meandering through the hallway, the sounds become ah- thunderous
Till I reach the slightly open door, my eyes search in wanderlust…
And there he is, sitting upright, like a bloom resisting the wilt of winter,
His eyes glued on sumptuous words of worlds I could only dream to enter
A hood over his sexy head, his voice rises like crazed incense,
Then I realize why this winter cannot dare to stop such resistance
He is gazing upon wondrous words, his eyes in tears, lit with glee
I beg for him to look my way…give some of this stimulation to me...
Slowly….inevitably…I make my way to his side
Gazing where his eyes are glued, anxious to be part of the ride
And what I see changes my life forever…verses for longing touch
The oak tree grows, I’m blooming…I’m salivating so much
I take a seat beside him as he utters sweet ecstasy
Swelling ever more tightly, I grow more desperate at his mercy
He guides me into this realm I have never known as long as I have breathed
Now as I wallow in these words… they moisten and arouse each sense deceived
My imagination heightens, my provoked senses he discovers,
I’m anxious to explore this realm with him which now he uncovers
Guided swiftly to his masterful breaths and intentioned exhalations
I forget all past endeavors, all pleasure-based revelations
This is all I need now…. I have exactly what I desire
Just let me rise into the skies and take my place dear sire
What is this happiness I do feel, my growth is all but beginning
Enlightening…enlivening…. Writing in painful pleasure…winning
Don’t stop those eyes from meeting with her word
Don’t let the others in with this- who cares if we’re absurd
We are flying like cocks, winning pride from growing wings
Rising voices…raising flocks… never stopping for simple things
We’re beyond happy baby… for that I am certain…
I am ready on the stage….
Just waiting for you…
To pull that curtain….
In the realm of hidden things;
contemplated revelations ring.
To bring the light; a hearts delight
and clear away, the darkest night.
Whispers from our unseen friends,
where wisdom's growing, till life ends.
The soul, it is a breath of God;
divinity comes, when towards heaven, we trod.
In dreams and meditation we can see,
the end of every action, that will be.
Good or bad, mistakes will teach,
the learning soul, how far to reach.
The highs and lows, where souls must go;
are taught to us as we all grow.
In silent focus, secrets rise;
blessing oh, so many lives.
All those who seek, the truth and light;
are often gifted with, second sight.
Use it well and you will see,
life’s an enriched, reality.
In quantum realms, unraveled dreams;
morph into, eternal streams.
Angelic music, fills the air and
lifts the soul, above its cares.
The researcher, whom does learn these things;
whom applies them to, their earthly schemes;
Can build a world of miracles,
despite the narrow-minded wills.
If divinity is what you seek,
listen when the angels speak.
The lessons learned, from divine guests;
will help you master every test.
Why throw away, the wealth we’re given;
when on Earth, we could have Heaven?
If we could just have faith and believe;
miracles would lead, to lives of ease.
Open the door and go within;
live peacefully, with all your kin.