No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
Quiritation, quintessence.
Quirister, chime in.
Sickle moon, slivered crescents.
Harvest, glitter grin.
Quickening, quill? Quoth, quotum?
Grapes of wrath, red tide?
Shelter well, velarium!
Vinomadefied!
Viscid, visibilia?
Victrix, vair, vespoid.
Squirrel, thin ice? About me thaw!
Wasp, be paranoid!
Balefire, baetyl, bedaggle.
Ballyhoo bold, bagarre.
Nacre, naiad? Ne'er naggle!
Baisemain? Bizarre!
Blind bandelet? Binausic.
Belie, binaural beat.
Baragouin, barbette brick!
Blind, basiation? Bleat!
Best, bathysphere? Bathysmal.
Batrachian bateleur.
Ailed, apathy? Abysmal!
Bought ticket, took tour!
Abased or abacinate?
What is left to see?
Death and Doom, dread not thy date!
Just move in with me!
Abodement, abnegation?
Bad omens to renounce?
Chaos, cold is creation!
Pound, buy not the ounce....
When I moved from my parents’ house,
I really couldn’t wait
To start my life; the leaving was
A cause to celebrate.
A memory occurs to me:
When I approached my mom
To tell her of my plans to move,
I’d not expected calm.
I’d practiced in my head the things
That I had planned to say
When she would protest, practically
Demanding that I stay.
Instead, she offered me my bed
And dishes, pans and pots.
To realize she was ready, too,
Well, just connect the dots.
I liked my folks; we got along,
Yet it was time to split.
I had a job and never
Second-guessed things, not a bit.
Today it seems that, more and more,
Kids don’t renounce their claim
On their childhood homes and that, to me,
Is really quite a shame.
Fly bold into the night, my friend,
and let your spirit soar.
For on your dreams you must depend;
renounce who came before.
A new dawn lies in wait for you,
there at your beck and call.
Your rainbow's end will shine what's true;
the gem who's meant to fall.
So let loose the sorrow felt
from ties that bind your mind,
and know that destiny has dealt
with hopes you left behind.
The morning sun will blaze its light
to pierce the flow of tears.
The arc of color lies in sight;
your pot of gold appears.
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
If they dare persecute me, let it come,
And should you ever ask, I would tell:
I constructed a faith like Noah’s Ark,
No flood nor storm could dare dispel.
A century I’d give, like Joan of Arc,
To break a deceitful Satan.
I’m a Perpetua and Felicity,
In devotion and love,
In the search for eternity,
For the true kingdom above.
I would be the last-day Stephen,
Thrust to rest for steadfast faith.
I will walk on along the path
Of a faith the grave cannot claim.
I’ll be another Paul too and Peter,
Since I cast away the fear of Agrippa.
I refuse to renounce my trust,
‘Tis not the chopping of my head that hurts
‘Tis your failure to grasp the truth
The light of the Son, the world was blest
That guides my soul to Almighty God
At His throne, on my day of judgement,
I’d hope for the other side of the sword
A kinder side, a righteous one
a Christian soul is meant to be.
353.
My Abomination to Archdemon Mammon
Oh Archdemon Mammon, accept my abomination!
You who are crowned as “Lord of Greed”
I do not want the abuses you heed!
You covet for everything above your need
I do not need the excesses you feed!
You make yourself miserable & desperate indeed
I renounce such rich excretions of your filthy seed!
-07/09/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
“Renounce the world in every way. Renounce renunciation in every way. Renounce the poison of renunciation and non-renunciation. The Self is pure, immortal, natural, and immutable.”
Instead of renunciation,
poised in the void of cessation,
seeing the world as but a dream,
is our firm realisation.
Things we sense are not as they seem,
wisps of smoke, a mere thought stream,
wherein we engage for a while,
aware that the Self reigns supreme.
Free from clutches of ego’s guile,
self-aware, we begin to smile,
free floating with effortless ease,
making God’s gift of life worthwhile.
Spiritual Mood Prayer
When I want to throw a smile,
I know exactly what to do
I just close my eyes,
And project you in my mind
So I thought I would awaken you
With a mood lifting prayer
I haven’t been with you much
Because of our lives in rush
Our busy lives devoured time
Chained us and I was not fine
I set aside this time to tell you,
I have been thinking of you too
I will not give up my love
I would rather all renounce
I would give even my soul
To have you forever mine
Look at body-mind as a car we drive,
from which upon death we will disembark,
so we renounce goals for which we did strive,
sailing in the void on an upward arc.
This world is a dream, so it’s unreal,
therefore to which object should we then cling?
Shifting to the heart, we being to feel,
throb of bliss magnetism that makes heart sing.
Divine aligned, mind fixated on God,
objects of the world holding no allure,
at our slow motion awakening awed,
our childlike presence is pure and demure.
We flow with ease, mode embrace and release ~
There are no demons we need to appease
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
They inhale the poisonous substance,
adduction had no power over resistance;
their brain's responsiveness is too slow:
look at them: their glance is so mellow!
This is the offspring of the floating potheads,
they renounce everything that means strides;
they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes:
soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. "
Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust,
their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients;
don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect
a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills?
Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy
for the useless ones who display a state of misery,
but who are the offspring of the floating potheads?
Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!
Before you ask
The answer is no
I will never surrender courage
For a place of defeat and storage
I will not abandon faith
For a worthless attachment to an uncertain estate
I refuse to relinquish love
For a well-fitted but counterfeit glove
I cannot renounce my goal
For a destination that ambushes my true role
I will not forsake confidence
For a river that runs with polluted opulence
I refuse to discard determination
For a chance to keep company with resignation
I dare not part with humility
For a life that grants honor to futility
Before you ask
Rest assured the answer is no
We must never renounce
the dignity of being...
So that we do not fall
into the hasty,
cunning nonconformity of non-belief...
Let us reach the chimera of dreams,
even leaving visible traces
of our weaknesses...
Let us tread uncertain grounds
with the greatest certainty of the superior,
because we are sublimely graced by it,
towards the final peak of glory...
Let us have faith in the endless struggle,
let us be stoic on the journey,
we have the Lord by our side,
this is what is most valuable,
this is what matters most...!
When you plan something spur of the moment,
At first you feel proud and in charge,
But the longer you think,
It will end in a blink;
Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.
I need time to mull over my choices,
Possibilities I can assess,
Weighing good points and bad,
What will make me feel glad
And eliminate what might cause stress.
Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision
And the plans do not ever get made,
So perhaps if I pounce
I might get to renounce
Hesitations that make me afraid.
If the scale tips one way or another,
Either method can end up with doubt,
But at least if you book,
Then by hook or by crook,
An adventure you won’t do without.
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