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Ballet of Death
As trumpets prepare emotions
This sordid art knows well
My hooves stomp impatiently
Raising clouds of dust
Enshrouding my entrance
With shouts and whistles
A crowd's tense moments
Engulf this gladiator's arena
Demanding courage and blood
Far away
The grassy hills
Of his Ganaderias estate
Stands my sire
Now out to pasture
Erect and proud
Amidst sadness retirement brings
Once close to arena fame
Determined better as stud
He raises his head
The air has changed
He knows the scent of fear
The distance it can travel
He scrapes the ground
The matador awaits the pageantry
I shoulder my pen bars
Holding back muscled power
Energy primed for destruction
My challenger readies his cape
I squint at the sun through dusty air
A beast's freedom that might have been
Were not this
My first time
Most likely
My last time
Such brutal grandeur awaits
Stage one Banderilleros
Astride proud mounts
Parading to applause
Preparing to tempt my will
Their colorful presence
To test my vision
The picadors await stage two
Armed with lance
Saddled atop padded and blindfolded steeds
Ready to break my will
What will their first piercing feel like?
Will my neck be numb for the rest
Or will it but set afire my zeal to live?
Banderilleros anticipate stage three
Their barbed banderillas
Flag-like with colored local papers
Held ready to weaken my neck further
My loins tremble with hope
Knowing my destiny is to charge
Expend my energy
Then... trample my own blood
As the magnificent matador and I
Perform our finite ballet
This dance of death
My enclosure's bolt is about to be lifted
Soon
Very soon
The matador's flourishing cape
Its crimson and gold tricks of ecstasy
Will swirl about and around
The stoic-faced tempter
Suddenly grinning with anticipation
While soiling himself
The piercing will come
I'll not allow pain any glory
I will drool
Defecate
Urinate
My legs will buckle
The sword now in my neck
The nerves failing my brain
Blood loss weakening my heart
Suffering passing quickly
I'll at last experience
Man's insane pleasure
My fallen passion
Bathed in blood
Dragged away by rope and horse
So many hours
So many training capes
So many horses taunting me
So many chances to fail into freedom
Chances to be respected
Like my father
Faithful father
I will miss you
He spreads his wings and asks sympathy for his plight
He laughs but can't get ’cha if you put up a fight
But to get the whole picture
Let us look to Scripture
To find out about this guised angel of light
Day star you have fallen from the skies
You are the lord of the flies
Once anointed cherub
Prince of the power of the air thereof
The father of lies
Murderer, enemy and tempter
Dragon, the old serpent and salvation’s preemptor
Accuser of God’s people
Upside-down cross on your steeple
Uncle Screwtape was your mentor
Oh Satan you kleine duivel
When it comes to evil you have no rival
He will assail this kirk
As a sifting watchdog of the church
He’ll do anything, anything heinous to maintain his survival
Do not rail against him
The one who pales in comparison
As Jesus saw him fall
Like lightning from a pall
Luther said one little word shall fell him
The hiss-tory of this snake
Is evident in mistake after mistake
But when we assail
The gates of hell will not prevail
Against the war we will make for God’s sake
It is said that the Devil's greatest trick
Is to convince the world he doesn't exist
Well, ask Job what he thinks
About the Devil's hijinks
He'll tell you that the devil persists
(The ninth circle, Virgil and Dante the passersby
We find where Satan is tied
We also find Cain and Judas
Cassius and Brutus
And where all treacherous souls reside)
With my wiles I wish to keep Christ verklempt
It Is heard in the way I tempt
I am offering a shortcut to the suffering
Escape the buffeting and buffering
This is my appealing attempt
Bow before me, I will give You what is already Yours
I know Your hungry, but what's not mine is Yours
No need to suffer loss
Or to bring to the surface the dross
There is no true Way, no New Way, there are many doors
He’s one of the unholy trinities
Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Deities
From these three we flee
And the world’s philosophy
And all things that don’t engender peace
And it is peace as the final endeavor
Even Satan is not this clever
God dying in our place, He kept the law in pace (WHAT GRACE!)
Something the devil didn’t contemplate
This Jesus has secured us forever
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.
Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost
lover of dark arts ripe in charisma and night
moon seducer logic diffuser defense reducer
user of dreams abuser of romance
tempter-serpent twines and vines
a tendril's slither …shh noiseless
vanilla viper— she’s a fever teaser
damn well make you a heartbreak believer
celestial and terrestrial she’s a territorial force
spider-vein-lightning crackles across neuronal nebulae
behind your glister eyes firework-fantasies flicker
desire— a brush fire— engulfs your cerebral star fields
razing you to burn red marrow to ash...
oh you long— you long to be the phoenix on her pyre
writhing to rise again and again
you yearn to pluck her play her possess her
place her in a solitary bud vase
share your lust of ardor with hungry admiration
resist the thirst of your hands to touch
resist the airy lariat of her buttercream-spice
resist the thirst of your taste buds to baste in her taste
as honey-whines drip from her summer-wine lips
poised in parted pout to poison you
physical and ethereal she wears an imperial crown
she steals your stars and flaunts them in her eyes
dare her when she unfurls— a swan against black satin
she’ll wrestle your heart from your chest
burst it with pin-prick-pupils of scorn
save it in her cat’s paw purse for her verse—
before she mousetraps your bleats and mercy pleas
within the mantrap of her parasol pleats
leaving you alone to skin your soul
and mend the hole where your old self ends
while your new self melts into moans you now own
My need for love
is never sated
it's not dated
but continuously present
ever feeling
always reeling
from its demands
it gets out of hand
you can't possibly understand
My need for love...
My need for love
is longevity's flame...
I feel no shame
it's always the same
it sears
and never fears
but scorches and torches
any barrier
livid carrier
it roars
temperature tempter
it soars
flaring and daring
not even caring
that I burn
that I yearn
for more of its heat
to be complete
it blazes
endless kindling
stoking the fire
delirium and desire
together conspire
to take me up higher
till I combust
consumption on repeat
all in my trajectory
consumed history...
what a tragedy
for me
is this...insatiable entity
my need for love...
My need for love
is never quenched
temerity of thirst
always at its worst
It withers me
can't escape...can't be free
its depth demonstrated
its force contemplated
this love well never fills
though fed till it spills
offering liquid thrills
it kills...for in no time, you see
it feels empty to me
can it be?
my need for love...
My need for love
is insatiable
I weep, I weep
for no one can keep
a steady supply
and I wonder why
I sigh
I die
there's not one reply to
My need for love
My need for love...
well now that you know
cause I've put it on show
My love, are you able
to keep it all stable
supply and demand
with your lips, with your hand
be the fullfiller
liberate from this killer
satiation subscriber
desire docilizer
need nullifier of...
My need for love
Yes, my need for love
from sated to abated
fully consecrated will be
when you make love to me
Eileen Manassian
“My brother would not have died if You’d been with us!
I ne’er thought You would not be here,
You knew him he was sick to death,
And we kept our belief on Thee,
Thou wert elsewhere with Thy disciples,
And we sent Thee a word of supplication.
We knew not our supplication touched Thee or not,
Yet we believed in The, the Man of God.
You knew we’re all in distress and so we cried unto Thee.
The Scriptures revealed of Thy Power of God,
And so we longed for Thy Presence.
But why did You leave us in distress?
Thou hast taught us that Thou wilt be ‘midst two or three in Thy Name.
Now our brother is dead. Where’s our faith?
Have we sold our faith to our doubt in Thee
Or Thou art testing our faith in Thee?
The world is in pain and sorrow, engulfed by sicknesses,
Can we doubt whether Thou art with us or not?
The Scriptures say:” this world is held by the Tempter,
So pray unceasing to escape this evil world.”
The Scriptures have foretold:”the Son of Man would be crucified,
Buried, but would be raised on the third day.”
Is our inward eye hidden from Heaven’s mystery?
The Son of Man’s mind speaketh:
“My brethren, My Father hath a Divine Plan for thee all,
And I AM the Mediator ‘twixt thee and My Father,
And I can’t tell thee of My Father’s Plan,
For He hath His own time to reveal unto thee all,
And the time is in Me to call thee all unto Me,
So I must lay my fleshy body into corruption for thy sins once for all.
Ye all knew how sin entered this world ---- by Disobedience!
Sin is My Father’s deadly foe and doubt is a sin.
The first parents doubted God’s Command and so died,
Yet My Father opened a New Way in Me.
A few found the Way, but many lost by their selfish gods.
Ye, folks of the world! I hear you all say:
“If You’d been with us, we would not have been left astray.”
The Scriptures say: “My Father is Omniscient, Omnipotent and Omnipresent.”
I never leave thee, I never forsake thee,
For I AM yesterday, today and forever.
Thou doubted My Father’s Presence with thee,
And I say: ‘doubt is a sin.’
And a sin has its consequences, and the sinner has to bear them awhile.
Have no doubt in Me, and I Will be with thee all.”
If you wander in search of ambrosia, and find
a seductive tempter of the most evil kind,
entrapping you to control your mind and soul,
you’re then possessed, playing a passive role.
Time comes when it’s you, you begin to hate,
but helplessly resign to your convoluted fate.
Its control is too strong, you find hard to escape,
you reckon life taking a fluidized undefined shape.
You’ve gone down the dark hollowness of hell,
trust yourself, you can overcome this dismal spell.
Master mental strength, as misery falls, don’t bear it,
abandon the evil craving, let it not break your spirit.
December 28, 2020
Contest : Addiction
Sponsor : Rod Levasseur
The strength you have to lift me
Is beyond compare
Others have tried and failed
To them it is not fair,
Even your aroma should be bottled up and sold
The vigour of you halts that depressing feeling of growing old.
You tempt me with you wiles you dance around my senses
Nobody can raise me up like you - I drop all of my defences.
To be enfolded in your tendrils that rise in the steam
Lifts my soul and spirits to the heights they’ve never been...
One sniff and I am yours, I gladly dive right in
That first cup of strong black liquid tempts me to new sin
Not just once do I partake but two or may be three
Oh dark tempter of delights, I love you my coff - ee
© 21/06/2012 ~GG~
hail Andramelech
ominous overseer ~
hefty cover charge
seductive sinning
alluring Asmodeus ~
raunchy romantic
black Beelzebub
infamous instigator ~
a fly incarnate
unholy Vetis
devious rhymer of speech ~
master manipulator
treacherous tempter
seditious sadist Satan ~
seducer of souls
wicked Abbadon
the angel of the abyss ~
annihilator
malevolent motives
sanguinary sacrifice ~
Moloch demands youth
vile vitriolic
conglomerate essences ~
demonic Legion
mythic Cerberus
guardian of the River ~
no soul survivor
demagoguery
tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
pandemonium
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some
understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you,
not wanting anyone to perish,
but everyone to come to repentance.
— 2 Peter 3:9 NIV
THE WARRIOR
His muscular articulating wings.
Michael’s halo in vertiginous spin —
The power of humble obedience.
Michael, the archangel, the warrior
Angel - second to the King of kings.
Not superior — blest — with pow’r and might.
He commands God’s army against Satan.
He fights the serpent who calls away men.
He hurled Eden’s tempter, the beast to earth.
Led by the Lord of all — the archangel.
His strongbox voice and trumpet choice —loud sound.
Beware sinners! The heavens call on earth.
3/10/2020
"At that time Michael, the great prince
who protects your people, will arise.
There will be a time of distress
such as has not happened from the beginning of nations
until then. But at that time your people--everyone whose name
is found written in the book--will be delivered. — Daniel 12:1 NIV