I observe the naked light un-folding' waking a day so bright, near broad seas
Rolling! In power rippling curling,
then dissapating, a breeze
arises carressing senses exciting.. The hills above show head and shouldered looming, i see lichen green on
Wayside bouldered, Burgundy
roses around a cottage porch, such beauty all
Naked there is no garb needed; naught."as is the
Moonlight; when it arrives, shall be un-impeded, I see cowslips yellow, the irisis
Blue, the sky in its splendour, and un-matched hues, of all this the very same
Is true.' In their naked states that God created, does anything decribed need enhancing? I say if any so think? Well they
Need berrating, what am i recieving
of deeper truths? Is God giving me
insight naming world delete's who
clothe war in piety, and sell greed..? As
blest? who are of those, who would
destroy not deliver, and Gods Spirit test"
Killers of all that is so great
and good! The naked gift
of ithe nnocent child' how deep lies your
Depravity? You by now; thrice damned imbiciles.!!!
Spare the rod
You’ll come to hate the child
King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes
Isn’t that wild
Commentators cite Abraham the Patriarch
who constantly pampered Ishmael
Abraham watched his undisciplined son go off the rails
Not to mention Isaac, who loved Esau, let him do what he wanted
which led Esau to rape women, whom ‘for sport’ he hunted
So, Solomon really meant what he said
Abraham came to hate Ishmael; Isaac, Esau to dread
Yet if you still consider King Solomon an irrelevant old head
Know that his advice came with one proviso
A father must never – ever – strike a child when he is riled!
The
Temple
Will
Be
Built
Again
Christmas rose, Iphianassa suffers in her soul’s asylum, your elixir the only
panacea for fox-skinned maínomai
Lonely sawsan, proud swords erected in red dead rivers of brotherly love,
refugees granting asylum to lost birthrights
Tempestuous mirella, vagrant sadist cutting Cheshire grins
into your fantasies, il mio timore più grande era che io morissi prima di te
Peaceful kardi, atlas moths sway against Solomon’s palms, carrying
pollinated songs to queens of sun-born blackness in Amana’s sanctuary
I fell out of alignment and was looking back again. Illusion spoke with pain and said: "The good old days are dead. The spark has surely faded now, and all you have is dread." So I opened the Holy Bible and read - Ecclesiestes 7:10...
Would you love me again
If you see me in gehenna
Would you hate me still
If you see me in heaven
This angst of love and hate
Will it end here or in limbo?
Since I know nothing over time
Of your disposition to me
My heart has become droplets
In the realm of nothingness.
From offspring of Muhammad
Comes Mahdi comes now
One night sleeps as a regular servant
Other morning wakes up with keys of heavens and the earth
Opens all the gates for hope
Knocks down all idols at a stroke
Sets up the holiest army of Islam
Takes next the breath of Jesus Christ
Conquers Mescid el Aqsa soils
Spreads to everywhere rules of Sharia
Wears to his fingers seal of Solomon
Takes into his hands Moses' scepter
Demolishes dejjal and infidels' stronghold
King Solomon and I will fly a kite
On this historical Good Friday,
we seek justice for the young lady
Her father made her act as if she were his niece.
To deceive his new wife, so that she could live with them
His wife found out about the plot and hell would break loose.
On social media, who is in fault,
The father or the new wife,
for sure not the innocent child
A lie can bring down an empire, a lie can be engraved in history
Chioma, Chioma, anger are secondary emotions
Would love and devotion once again intertwined?
As the wise King stood beside my fingertips today
Just prayer, for kindness and forgiveness
Love conquerors all, love can lead to forgiveness,
Acid corrodes a tongue that speaks falsely
Will one day become un-Godly?
We will hold on to this kite before we release it
Time will tell in ten years,
While the innocent will endure the most suffering. (Amen)
All children should reside under their father’s roof
According to the biblical time:
Blood is thicker than water,
Acid corrodes a tongue that speaks falsely
Will one day become un-godly.
Splitting infinity ...
truth should always
— lead to more
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Blowing you a cherry kiss
From 3000 miles away
Know you are adored and missed
As the palms sway
Feeling your masculinity
In every winged word you say
Drowning in your denim divinity
As the palms sway
Leaving all indigo inhibitions
Like a child at peach play
Pure love amber ammunition
As the palms sway
Let rainbows paint my soul
As yellow you brighten my day
And lighten my heart of gold
As the palms sway
While sand caresses your toes
And thoughts are in outer space
My hands in green grass that grows
As the palms sway
Like a red kite you fly me
In breeze at dock of the bay
My love don’t deny me
As the palms sway
Say that you will be mine
Sweetheart don’t make me wait
To taste your love like white wine
As the palms sway
Sing me the Song of Solomon
Recite red psalms and purple pray
Come to me sweet olive man
As the palms sway
We have yet to meet
Yet we are of the same faith
Let us silver seek divine destiny
As the palms sway
I was like a toddler at one time
Your love a pacifier in my mind
Making me feel like a fragrant black rose
But flowers eventually die we know
I was like a fish in the sea
Waiting anticipating you catching me
Then I saw the whale swim by
Decided I was to small to hook that guy
I was like a windy blue breeze
Waiting for you to inhale me
Why I’d dance despite two left feet
Then I discovered by chance why I’m unique
If I were in the Song of Solomon
I’d feel I belong to the olive man
But I’m here and you are not
I’ll give you my tears and my heart to God
A woman who’s worldly-wise
In men’s rooms lies belly-wise:
Watching her you choke breath-wise,
A bed six meters length-wise!
You fail to look you’re not wise:
“Please, go and meet the street-wise
To stop being rather unwise
And your eyes permit the price”
A woman for the world wise
Could your dear life make her price,
Try to with it rise and rise,
Now choosing to move clockwise,
All too soon, anticlockwise…
Member of club For True Lies,
Her needs she gets from false cries:
She’s never the penny-wise,
Not when she’s Solomon-wise
SINS UGLY STAIN
It took David quite awhile
When guilty of deep sin
To recognize his guilt
And then be cleansed within
Solomon ran amuck
For many wicked years
And did a lot of damage
Before his repenting tears
Even worse was Manassah
A really wicked king
He suffered grief affliction
Before his cleanse within
Oh, let us know, my friend,
Before we repent too late
It doesn't pay too linger
And play around with fate.
Because some men like Judas
Became so hard at heart
He could not repent at all
Nor from evil ever part
So get on your knees today
Make sure your slate is clean
And let the love of Jesus
Remove sin's ugly stain
Copyright, Kathryn Search
"Even him did outlandish women cause to sin." Nehemiah 13.26b
Even Solomon.
A fame torn apart
a name blotted
honor dissipates by mere act
the villain, women,
The Victim Solomon,
The acts, Lust.
bevies of licentious libidinous passerby
in ambuscade hunting destiny
Even Solomon,
Reputation buried in-between thighs
A king captured
Indelible stigma
women got him.
When does one rash courage summon
To do a thing quite uncommon
Like king David's son, Amon:
The negatively uncommon
One wouldn't link with Solomon
Nor with the Quite Normal Human
With no business with Mammon ?
Carthage's Hannibal against Rome,
When snow should have kept him at home?
The courage one would never kill,
Until one has climbed Begging Hill;
While one won't want at all to feed,
Because there's a voice one must heed...
From either Lord God or Mammon
And one ready for uncommon;
Listened I have to a Carmen:
A hit track about true women
The penetrating look from their eyes
Up a lot of men's power dries.
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