Heed
Open your ears
A time shall come
When the world goes quiet
sounds of trumpet
All we shall hear
for our time is near
A man riding a horse shall appear
Dressed in all majesty
Alongside him,
men, angels of different ranks
swords at their sides
riding horses painted white
to take us home
Those who did his will
shall rise
While others shall fall
let us do what is pleasing to the Lord
Easy to get lifted up
billowed out on the wonder
of it all,
the manifest beauty, the panorama
of nature’s splendor.
Easy also to ignore
a single termite’s latent ability
to consume mighty mansions,
or the flood and glut of plenty
to strip away the flourishing
along with the withered.
See that little infant
toddling barefoot through sweet grass,
plump little feet
moving to their own crazy rhythms,
how like playful Shiva’s dance it seems
as He crushes meadow buttercups
to ignite cosmic suns!
See that tiger glowing bright
in the blind fathoms of a starless night?
That is your own hungry heart
knowing
that you alone
are your own chosen
prey.
When the Earth burns too bright
it is the fire in your blood,
that see’s beyond right or wrong,
destruction and creation.
Such visioning
is far beyond rapture.
Whose voice calls in my dream?
Can it be or is it for Him?
Whose hands reveal the unimaginable*
How evident enough will its effect be possible*
In this RACE, let no patience dribbles me away
An irresistible act of catching away due to divine force
Spurs me to wantng eternal desires
Sooner, all events of the age of grace would end
Other eschatological events will b given regard
Divinely, it's of PRIVILEGE & never a right
All saints would be carried away with Him
Both dead & living will be transformed
Immortalised - whole in spirit, soul & body
Escaping the course of tribulations to come
When ANTI-CHRIST will surface earth to fulfill prophecies
Outside are dogs & sorcerers
Never had they decline His existence
But want immorality - sexually shutup around & love the practice of lie
Forever certain and fire, the will continuously cry
As living being - you get grace for DOOR remains open
Abandoning it is scary to consequence
What may bring shame & prejudice
Fear nothng and this world of vanity
Lose all & have eternity
Thats God's PLAN for man
Accepting what is as is, poised as such,
animating our focused attention,
negating thoughts that we may learn by touch,
embracing and releasing sensation,
grace in-pours in the void of cessation.
Ego depends on thoughts, which we release,
flowing easily like the nameless breeze,
seeking no authorship on words we pen,
bliss magnetism causing heart to unfreeze,
mood and mode displaying stillness of zen.
Sea, swallow me
Crash upon my wading head
Rapture me in heavy tide
Let your water fill my gaping mouth
and the salt eat away my lungs
I lay feeble in your unforgiving waters
Friable as the stone in which you
thrash my eager bones upon
Make your bed and tuck me in
under the abode of blue lit stars
Lull me to sleep
as you cover me,
and drag me out to vast abyss
The
Rapture
Meet Jesus
Caught up in the
Air
© Copyright KC. Leake
25th October 2025
All Right Reserved
"Ravaged by Ravenous Rapture"
Beneath the cold, unblinking gaze of Luna's silver light,
A lovers' tryst unfolds in shadows of the night..."
What will the nights gaze bestow us tonight as eyes wide open,
"What mysteries lie veiled in darkness profound?
What whispered secrets on zephyrs' breath carried?
Two hearts aflame with passions newly crowned,
Bound by fate's cruel whims, by Cupid's arrow scarred."
Shall this fate not be hearts tore and lay wake with pain
A love forged in the fires of forbidden fruit,
Must reap the bitter harvest of its sin.
Yet still, like moths to flame, we pursue our suit,
Drawn inexplicably to that dangerous brink again."
Thus my eyes lie to my heart
"A siren call echoes from realms unseen,
Beckoning to shores where dreams take wing.
Yet duty-bound to paths already gleaned,
He wars within, as angels wage war with sting."
But lo! A revelation pierces the shroud!
Fantasy and Fate are one, entwined eternally!
Each path chosen leads to the same avowed
Destination: Love, absolute, decree'd by destiny!"
What's going on, world?
We really dying out?
We don't know the hour.
Hymn
silent shore
spreading limb
praise Him
opening door
rapturous brim
With a fist full of daggers it descends upon its prey
Dropping like a meteor without the light of day
But no rocky harbinger, this bearer of last light
It's gift eternal night borne on the softest wing of flight
Envy, and wonder, consume the pondering breast
Was it oversight or blunder that left us so unblest
Since the point where first we leapt, we long have sought the wing
Yet clumsy sad contrivance is all that we can bring
'sif chitin brought to shiny curve, could match the kite its wing
Still our eyes reach skyward, as if prince had been king
Our reach forever past our grasp… we're left to pine and sing
Oh we can bring the night to those we deem worthy of rest
But soaring on the breath of life is not how we've been blest
But rest assured in this one thing we share with those of wing
Squawk, or screetch, or melody, we too, can laugh and sing
Breathe deep as though it be your last, and fill your soul with song
Then let fly with the breath of life… sing loudly, if not long
white light, blessed bliss
one light, tepid kiss
although your eyes are the prize,
it's those ruby lips i'll miss
rapt 'round in rapture
my heart you capture
your visage, casts vast visions,
of which, outlasts my stature
I gently beat the drum
it seems to appease my inner child
~ small pleasures warm the heart
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Can't wait
for the rapture.
When the evil people
go up to heaven, and we can
progress.
Sitting in the sunshine
streaming through the window
my catnap's long overdue
it's way past time I drifted off
to the land of milk
(and honey) ah Shangri-La
a return to déjà vu
and my reverie
it's no hallucination
merely visualisation
of a fertile imagination
and when all is said and done
no I'm not the one
(but, 'Wish I were,' hear me purr)
the cat who ate the canary
or that got the cream
but until I do I'll catch some z's
lose myself in whimsy drift away and dream
Wind
whistles
tempting tune,
on air-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
to seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton clouds,
design changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured by topaz sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
joy.
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