"... first there were four, he wanted four more, and we didn't even know we were Us then..."
Stories apocalyptic scored by men
Arranged in a book of cannons when
swords of death, destruction and war
wrote Words of wrath casting famine's door.
~First there were four...
~She came with four more...
"... I watched as the Sevens healed and then, One said in a voice of Thunder, "COME!" to a
life of wonder... and the Writers came with Pen in hand, crowns open to Peace again.
Determination turns intent, glow and show through the crowds they went...
and spread a code..."
~This 'conquest' was The Way of Love...
A Revelation, Re.Written...
I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the
four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come!" I looked, and there before me
was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a
conqueror bent on conquest.
Mistaken...— Revelation 6:1-2 NIV
You might be scared by shady shadows
And all you’ve got is a broken barrow
Oh green grass in the valley! Look at the simple sparrows
They live today –no one can tell tomorrow
You might be soaked in sour and sweet sorrows
And all you’ve got are mean, melted marrows
Trying times may be thorns in thy flesh, oh silent swallows
Be hopeful and happy: no one can tear or tempt tomorrow
You might be down, dented by bleeding biros
And all you’ve got is a voice that’s shaky and shallow
There is a voice for the voiceless that will get rid of your shadows
Be upright and unmoved -you’ll one day soar like the sparrows
What is a voice a voice but empty sounds?
Though music pleasantly resounds,
The droning, listless voice of death,
Speaks to you with every breath.
When time is come to listen well,
It gets louder, starts to swell.
And when the sound is overbearing,
No longer anyone is caring.
So once more living in your past,
The flow of life drains from you fast.
I meditate as a gentle sentinel,
Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,
Journeying into man's pineal gland,
To overstand,
And take a message like Remy shand,
I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,
So I prostrate on green grass,
And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,
How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?
There was a deep sigh,
Follow by a silent but manifest reply,
"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,
Spin like kingly hair,
Like blood in the vein,
And the atoms that forms the air,
Bringing rains
Enabling you to travel the astral plane,
Are you prepared?
Your heart is the fountain of truth for you
To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"
The temple is shaking,
The vision is fading,
The voice starts stating it's time to awaken
I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition
annilating into the annilated annilation,
I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,
And a message for my nation…