promises of nirvana
trinkets wrought from jewels and golds
hand maidens everlasting
the opulent eye unfolds
mantras of dreams fulfillment
dark angels forever loom
temples on vast horizons
past prophecies of our doom
Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist
the airways rimmed with demands for respect
if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck
and your next of kin.
people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls
not realizing until it's too late
that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
they turn from Love and God into the blow hole
of influencers u tubers and tic tockers
dolphin people living for clicks...
looking to make a name for themselves
not through talent, class and hard work
but through shock and crassness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness')
who once told a bunch of giggling know it all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
When God used me to
Speak in lives of some people
And good things happened
I was so happy
For his miracles through me.
I was encouraged
And continue to
Focus on his words time by
Time as his wishes.
June 12th 2023
If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief.
The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed
this very day stirs the cauldron of war to reset empire
Still, foxly friends of tyranny, who stab at weak democracy
praise the czar's autocracy, and mock free speech with treachery.
As modern judases, riding limitless swells of fortune, tease simple mobs
our old republic stagers and fades, mortally wounded by hypocrisy.
Perhaps, someday, freedom’s autopsy will show what transpired,
but if you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
Happy birthday, dear Aisisu,
The Almighty's words have power;
His prophecies have all come true,
Nobody can stop the Father.
Topic: Birthday of Aisisu Neyamageshi (March 19)
The manger was empty and bare.
But that didn’t matter,
because Love would come there.
Joseph and Mary found it sufficient,
she being full with God’s own son.
Thus in that night came Love omniscient.
An angel told shepherds of the birth.
They journeyed in joy to the place
and saw that Love had come to earth.
Wise men came led by a star’s holy light.
They brought gifts, worshipped the babe,
and knew that Love was in their sight.
Thus the prophecies of centuries long past
were fulfilled in some stranger’s manger,
and Love. . .Love came to earth at last.
Hear the words of the fool
There be no reward
Nor consequence whatever
For every action taken
Sons and daughters of Lamurudu
Hearken not to the fool
For when you put forth your hand
It resides no longer where it was
E fi eti sile o
You do not throw a stone at the lion
And walk a free man
Give ear to the amaranthine wisdom
An uneding cyle of hatred
Evil births
Yet, a raging inferno of love
Good births.
E fi eti sile o
She lets herself fall to the earth,
How great her pain was.
A never ending cycle.
Darkness fills the sky,
Diving after her.
Like a lost puppy it follows.
Her eyes glisten blue
Reflecting the skys' anger
Crackling and gasp fill the ground below
all eyes focused on the shadow That seeks redemption
Rain fills the sky
Being fired from the sky like arrows
Heartbeat increases
The wind roaring through
A sudden thump from behind
The ground pulling her in
The two cloaks outstretch their reach
The wings swim beneath the clouds
The agony pulls her away
Despite the freedom and air
The chains and locks help secure
Exposed and open a dangerous act
Back to the safe and secure
Her trial ends now and back to the sky she must return
The wings climb the darkness that leads
Her feet touch down
The soft safe haven
Eyes flutter open inviting light
Curtains brushed aside and pages flipped
An empty room with nothing but restless sleep,
A nightmare turned dream.
Why isn't happiness all it seems?
Cpt. kirks future predictions- Food tubes {supplimitarium A B C D E}
Universal united nations {u.u.n} tying all the galactic species in celestial socialism
Robotic republicans & dimensionless democrats
All humanities races will melt together into a weird orangey color
The soviets will turn Cruthnie into a super secret nuclear facility
All drugs will be trans-dermal
Gluttony will be glorified
Itll be illegal to naturally procreate "pick up a kid or pet at the genetic clinic
Garbage will be used as fuel
Itll be cool to be mindless
In my visions i see sky cities and underground dwellings segregating classes
73 eyes on the beasts back and 96 paratoidals to an orbital octant... end transmission
Crawl out from your crevice, young one.
The atmosphere rains a vomitous path
divulged, displayed before you in
christening malaise, ending between
your pointless therapy sessions and
my overworked kidneys.
Tally the score, or be a bore.
Our favorite whore is no more.
Nostradamus quatrains
Famous Frenchman’s foreboding forecasts
History’s course, well-charted in rhyme
Startling revelations
Called Hitler “Hister,” brothers three – Kennedys
Forewarned the fall of “New City’s” twin towers
Dire observations
Verses recently discovered reveal
Civilization’s demise, two thousand twelve
Further consternation
Stretching across cold Atlantic waters
Unknown to him, two tribes concur
Hopi, Mayan predictions
The end of time draws near; final years
Proclaimed in calendars, written in sky
Chilling Armageddon
Nuclear war; stars and planets collide
Hellish fury fuels the clash; Earth dies
Sacred retribution
When on the winter solstice, man harkens
To the call of God; Judgment Day arrives
Branches spread Thy word,
Prophesying over stones:
Prophets of the wood.
To hell harbinger, niggling winsome words,
has grasped the devil's share, for menhir size
Has pencilled in his own and crossing swords-
It errant's change which seeks the high rewards.
As such they'd yammer the athiest priest
Prepare to skewer faith that's what we've done
With raffish grin, the template from the East,
Has built ferocious men to form this Beast.
Defy, that would no penitence be claimed,
To bask in carmine etchings, someone's blood
Somewhere, where an idle worth is blamed,
Adapts these xeric rituals therefore tamed.
To vilify each state, the wordsmiths curse,
Has first to reach the west, a destination
Jitter free from consort, ends his verse
While kohl can camouflage as matters worse.
Before the tinsel shrinks the bask shall glow,
A zephyr hailed along, with fan to blaze
Contained as one explorer, which we know-
Oblivion, auras mentor steals the show.
The umbra can indeed produce some shade
While gullet quenches low, as food shall be,
Where evil grows the size that man has made
He brings the lions share for masquerade.