When the moon weeps in the clouds bitterly, The pole star appears in the dark sky, Mistaken that star for the morning star,Venus , The pearl merchant starts his long journey, The thieves captured him as a prisoner, He has no way of escaping from them, His family business has shattered at last, when the moon weeps in the clouds bitterly.
You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.
I need not ask.
I open to receive.
Turn the bucket of me
right side up.
When you fill me with your golden fire,
you bend my edges wide and this
is ecstasy.
Pausing, breathing, I grow into my new skin.
Is there no end to this?
One part of me cries out–please stop!
Another part sings all glory.
In my meditation I am walking in a lush green forest,
the path I am on is serpentine, winding amongst trees;
a myraid of wildflowers are growing everywhere I look,
suddenly, I jump at the slither of a snake across my path;
in the distance I can hear the sound of water falling over rocks.
I come to a place where a cascade of water flows,
where the lilt of the rising and falling is the voice of nature;
and a nebula of hazy swirling emotions flood my mind,
with tears, I watch the morning star rise in the east;
before sunrise, a bright phosporous glow shining with renewal.
She said I can't trust you.
You are to cleaver for me.
so why do I stay?
it sounds foreign
to be close to you my dear.
My morning star right there.
Can you help?
Can you heal?
instead, you are poison for me.
Now you have my soul, but you can't own me.
so please move, step back, don't move.
don't f$%ken touch me.
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
Black eyeliner on my eyes.
and now I must oblige.
Can you see the dead?
Then what's dead inside of me?
Help and heal
Instead, your poison for me.
So, move, step back.
Don't move don't f#$ken touch me
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
With black eyeliner on my eyes
now I must oblige.
The sunset tides will wash me away
Jaded, but
I try
And now I stand to hear my breathless breaths.
Over the white noise, screaming out
"Sunrise, sunset, can you wash away the rain?"
My nightmare. You took back what was yours.
My morning star grew dim.
It has come with a swift hand. Yet not if a woman or that of a man.
For the World so it tis bound,
Shall snatch your spirit without a sound,
Author of the fallen sky,
The hand of its glory, are the tears we cry .
Dark days as we shall pray, so join me if you may,
The order of the world is poised for hell for this we have lost our way.
Rotten as my flesh has become ‘‘tis with the jezzabel I lay.
Father I beg of you is there another way?
I will wait long as I can, please I beg you to stay..
Oh, Morning Star in the sky
Overpowerer of recalcitrance
I turn to you for guidance
For I need to know why
But you have not the answers
Power to sort is sought
The organizer of wayward thought
For my thoughts are like dancers
I turn my thoughts to thee
And lose a baffling mind
Awakening from your trance to find
That distraction was the key
Freedom from confused thought
Permitted the answer to begin
Peace with myself has come again
Please keep the chaos you caught
Daystar – 7-29-24
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Daystar
Dawn births David’s promise in my heart where your pure love abides
Aroma of Emmanuel, Morning's Star, God with me, The Word
Yahweh’s welcome, eternal teddy bear with arms opened wide
Sweet Lamb of God, miracles of sacrifice your watchword
Tender shepherd you gather this headstrong lamb with parables of life
Alpha and Omega, you rebuke all my midnights,
Redeemer of my stubborn heart – you sow in me Christ’s light
Friendly user, you're so kind
When you stop to look around
I am standing right behind
Like your shadow on the ground
We can't see us, we are nowhere
Its the largest realm on earth
None of us dreamt to be there
Still we're nowhere from the birth
We don’t know us, yet we are
Superfast to fall in love
And it lasts till morning star
Comes to shine from high above
Gone forever, we return
Everything looks quite the same
Since we left, no one concerned
What we are and who’s to blame
Nowhere people, you’re the nation
Of enormous quantity
Frankly, all the population
Of the digital peasantry
Under the brilliance of Virgo’s light,
Two souls align and take flight,
Through every phase you remain my guide,
In joy and sorrow, side by side we remain.
In the mist of worthless mortals, walks a divine light,
An embodiment of beauty ever radiant and bright,
Her eyes as beautiful as the twinkles of the stars in the night,
With her by my side everything is alright.
A goddess among mortals you are
Forever in my heart like a timeless art,
My dear friend, my goddess divine, In your radiance, true beauty shines.
With hearts entwined, our bond shall stay, Through every dawn, come what may. Hand in hand, through life's endeavor, Forever besties, forever and ever.
With our future untold,
And our story unfolds,
Forever together is my wish,
Forever
Enjoy this season of blessings divine,
We gather, hearts filled with joy and shine.
With hands lifted high, we worship Him,
The light of the world, our souls, He redeems.
He is the Giver of every gift we receive,
In His presence, our spirits find rest.
With wonder-filled eyes, we gaze into His face,
Immersed in His love, enveloped in grace.
Let us press into this season so bright,
With shouts of joy, faith, promise, and might.
For in this time of mercy and grace,
His kindness will overtake, our doubts erase.
A new portal opens, unveiling a way,
As we seek Him fervently each passing day.
Morning Star brightens our day with hope,
Guiding us forward, helping us to cope.
Recognize His presence, let your voice sing,
Shout aloud, let heaven and earth ring.
For the Lord walks with you on your path,
His angels protecting you from all wrath.
Let us enjoy this season, embrace with delight,
Worshiping Him with all our might.
For He is the gift, the reason we rejoice,
Within heavenly shouts, we will find our voice.
My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart
They glanced each other with pleasure
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
Or seeing thy sight;
Thy presence in all:
I smiled with passion.
Under the proximity of the roof we communicated.
At last, we settled our funny dating.
We watched not each other of fear,
But overshadowed by the confidence of love
We, albeit the impediments enhanced from outsiders,
Loved our dear selves innately.
Didn't they say we aren't fit to be dearer?
Bravo! that we hearkened not unto them.
My love for thee exceeded the heights of the stars—
Which could not be succumbed to fall.
Aye, our love was no fancy
'Twas agapic as the natural world itself
We both couldn't say we loved each other!
Balanced unto that time
Not till when some other person,
In his calibration incomparable to mine,
Bewitched my thee to make her fed up with me
Our love, therein, became fancy,
Thus, fancy! 'cause we were no longer dearer.
It went deep to my faith!
I thereafter realized the troth of the saying:
"The beginning of Trust is the end of Deception."
"Heat Wave"
A new dawn fades
as the sun overtakes
the division in joy
the top layer
shiny and new
still and blue
calm and observing
underneath
the cover of morning
the firmament dissipates
like phoenix burning
sensual pleasures
sharp grooved
igniting loose ties
sacrificing cool
language dripping
like molten honey
over a body
a real piece
of work crucified
a deep story
just short of
6ft high
gone all
unstructured
and supine
dark Night
tightly holding court
with Excalibur
held high
like an offering
to Blue Sky
melting in a heatwave
renaissance rising
oceans turning
rolling rapture
the blood and water
eye for eye still scoring
not feathered
and tarred,
the never dead
very much alive
witness the walking
on watery nets
always close, never far
as in a mirror
the bright
and shining
Morning Star
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
duality.
The first and last, and One all in between,
the eternal divinity in time
and space, the bright morning star that’s always been,
here now is figured in this worshipful rhyme.
The written word, for all men to have and read,
was given to reveal the spirit of truth,
the lamb (whose precious, shed blood as godhead
conquered death): Offspring of David, through Ruth.
Just how to describe the amazing grace,
and how his forgiveness of the world’s sin,
and rebellion, has saved the human race
this soul can hardly know where to begin!
Some day, when this poet pulls an overnighter,
He’ll be prepared as a sufficient writer.
Eclipse are scared
“ to cover your shine "
You have a moon
Which adore you
Even in it's red dramatic time
Does it feel same ?
“ Hope you don't lie "
Let's draw a constellation
Of your choice
Far from the sun and moon
But close to my eyes
Because you have your own light
And iam blessed to see a morning star
Before the sunshine .
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