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~the dark piece~
For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women
They are to be bound
In prisons made of pillars of fire
They are never to receive a reprieve
And on judgement they shall be brought forth
They who transgressed
Choosing the flesh thus forfeiting the divine
Their seed the nephilim polluted the earth
Cleansing was by sword and fire
They taught men enchantment and sorcery
Magic and the use of spells astrology and magic
They made the earth profane and polluted
Cleansing was by sword and water
The world became a desolate place
Out of their teachings and their offspring
Who desired immortal life but killed each other
The cleansing was by fire and water
Banned from ever going back to heaven
Locked up in a deep abyss lest they see the light
Bound up till the day they face judgement
For them the fires of hell were lit
They ask you for supplication
Your Lord knows best...
As regards their affairs
And your Lord is Just...
code 254
Luis Kay
(pillars of wrath ~the dark piece~)
“Raptor of death! Wherefore seek'st thou me?” Poe's
Raven craves me during the hours of night,
an omen of despair that brings no light;
but instead gives birth to all my dark woes,
tears, doom, and pain that only God well knows.
At midnight, when the moon reaches its height,
Poe's evil Raven plagues me by moonlight;
then multiplies a thousandfold my sorrows!
O, where have I sinned and transgressed, dear God,
that I must suffer from this sad despair,
this disease of the soul (like a heathen unshod)!?
No matter; I'll write hymns for Thee, then bear,
and drink my cup of woe, grief, then praise, laud
Thee still: and wait for Thy help to appear!
He admitted he was sorry and that he had transgressed
The look of guilt upon his face just couldn’t be suppressed
The evidence was undisputed - there for all to see
And I was really quite annoyed when he confessed to me
I’d made the cake for his sister whose birthday would be soon
But he couldn’t wait for the party to be held that afternoon
The sight of cream and strawberries was more than he could bear
And so he scoffed the bloomin’ lot, so greedy and unfair!
I looked at him quite sternly; what was I going to say
To make him fully realise the error of his ways?
With folded arms and furrowed brow I took a threatening stance
In order to rebuke him for this most serious offence
‘So, what are we to do with you? You’ve eaten all the cake
Your sister won’t be happy and I’m sure that she will make
A fuss and carry on, oh, what am I to do?
I’ll never hear the end of this and it’s all thanks to you’
With trembling lip and teary eye he looked up at me and said
‘But, mom, it looked so yummy; please don’t send me to bed’
And then I realised how much I love my son, my pride and joy
Oh, how could I be mad at him, my darling little boy!
Laughing so loud it drowns out the silence
In a room without sound
I feel for the walls in the darkness
Praying I don't lose focus
It was all just a sham really
Their voices fade to a droll hum
Just rattling around in my brain
It leaves me quite aghast
Avast ye lonely moon in the sky
Your light splashes across my bedroom
And silver turns scarlet
The quintessential nocturne
The laughs turn twisted
My eyes alit in sapphire fire
My heart frayed and twinged with regret
For the sins I've yet transgressed
All the baubles in the world shan't save me
Not from the nightmares that visit me each night
Reminding me when my laughter ceases
My room is a tapestry of sorrow
Aye I find me a nice corner
And there I bury my head in my hands
Pearls of sadness leaking from my eyes
Such a pitiful little creature I am
In life it is easy to love
But it is hard to be loved
In life it is hard to be missed
But it is easy to miss
If I open my eyes I could pierce the sky
With a strangled cry
Crying so loud it drowns out the silence
In a room full of sound
there is a war within the mind that we do not understand
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man
the human being is more then physical flesh and bone
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home
the being of a human is mind, body and soul
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole
we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught
but if there is a balance within God's creation
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?
for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie
if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?
or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?
knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing
there is a balance in life that many physically understand
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man
Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale
if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes?
how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test
to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time
the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever
the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
Come touch my heart with your absolute truth,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
You teach to forgive; now I, in turn blest
In wisdom of age. My fears you reduce.
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
You nurtured mankind. Suckling your breast,
Any and all, on your western pursuit,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
Ice-driven turmoil, mountains transgressed,
Laid forth verdant glades, their riches profuse.
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
Your waters and shores corrupting the best,
Your treasures and gifts men tried to seduce,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
Your praise with my prayer, mine gifts I confess,
The peace of old age, the joys of my youth.
Visit my soul Great River of the West,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
—Before Love Could Count—
The youngest lingered when the household's breath
Had lapsed into nocturnal quietude,
As one who bears, not petulance, but truth
Too weighty for the custody of years,
And with a countenance unfortified
By any artifice of elder grief,
Preferred at last this visitation plain:
"Which one dost love the more?"
I made no answer; for thy syllables
Transgressed the jurisdiction of reply,
Descending where the inmost conscience keeps
Those unarraigned derelictions of the heart
Whose very innocence condemns the more.
What imperceptible diminishment,
What inadvertent sequestration of
My presence, or what uncommemorated hour,
Had germinated this clandestine dread
Until it flowered beneath thy faithful voice?
No chronicle restored that hidden dawn.
Remembrance chronicles the visible wound,
Yet leaves uncatalogued those noiseless griefs
Whose first inception passes unobserved,
Until one guileless question rends the veil.
Then all my children rose—not serially,
As history enumerates mortal years,
But in one simultaneous radiance,
Each the inaugurator of a love
The antecedent self could not conceive.
Before you were born, my love had no plural.
Not poorer then, but yet inchoate still,
For every birth annulled the man before
And consecrated one unprecedented,
Whose heart acquired, by each nativity,
Another unsuspected mode of grace.
Come hither.
Let no arithmetic profane
What Providence hath never taught to count.
The rain fell once.
The leaves received it separately.
Lovers Young Couples in Love--
Close-up warn taking off
Running from my tainted cross
The clothes I wear I discard in despair
Alone in Throne lost
Lovers young couples in love
Swollen feet implanted arrest
Fatuated brooks of disgust
Fleshy heart in love not in lust
Clothes chosen lovers clothes on not off
Lovers young couples in love
I place my hand gently at the nap of her neck
Propose righteously embracing her into a gentle kiss
And it is I am my beloved chosen One
Engaging me placed hand on me fingers spread apart
You're the true love of my fleshy heart
Lovers young couples in love
Encased ring engaged to me if I run falter
Walking down the altar
I am the man you are the bride chosen
Together alone unlike misguided drones
the view is transgressed as we witness
When it was our wedding bliss
I now pronounce you man and wife you may kiss your bride
2/9/19
I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
set the trumpet to my mouth
I a tat a rat tat,
This is it, this is that
As an eagle against the house
Of the Lord must turn I from God don't forsake the master's idols, what/
they the people have transgressed my covenant
and trespassed against my law
No golden idols no silver calves
gonna save me from myself, my sinful life
Israel O Israel shall cry at last my God, my God
we know thee now, we know thee then
Please Father forgive our sins
I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
Israel cast off the things that's good
Enemies shall pursue you sure
They have set up kings but not by me
They have made princes and I knew them not, you see..
Users silver and gold made idols that they may be cut off
I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
Oh, Samaria hath cast you off, God say watch your steps or you'll be lost
Mine anger is kindled against them
How long how long will it be here?
They attain to innocencey
Can't quite believe but I must forgive
I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
From Israel was it also the workman made it known
It's not god, it is not the Lord and the calf of Samaria shall be broken
God's people should never worship idols. . .
for they have sown the wind and they shall reap the whirlwind
It has no stalk the bud shall yield no meal and if so be it yield
the strangers shall swallow it up
I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a strange thing
They were counted as a strange thing
10/03/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018