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Angelic Sulphur

Angelic Sulphur



Angelic sulphur streaming downward on a glistening ray of light 



Essence of daybreak imbues a radiant effigy of hope 



Culmination of atmospheric shimmering and sky bound illuminations leave me in awe of such blue yonder



Firmaments of peace lay beneath the majesty of a fig tree 



And a brimming overwhelm captures my soul as the beauty borders on profound



My communion with the breaking sunlight has left me with a fervour 



For all the compliments that natural beauty simply cannot be found in mankind



Reluctantly my soul and I depart and head back toward the bleak cityscape



Thunderous clouds of polllution illustrate my growing unease



Another burden appears as the skyline quickens with buildings 



And the angelic memories from the morning light persist as if telling me there is a home beyond this man made abomination

Threads of the Nether

Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.

Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.

Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.

The Smut - Mar 25,26

I sense here some things sinister—a scent
of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit;
a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; 
a warm spell spilling from some seething vent;

I find now some things filthy—foul ferment
foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit
discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; 
malignant mold in cold, cracking cement;

So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate
on into the black bowels of my home.
Gagging back a nausea’s tepid bubble,
shivering a shudder that won’t abate,
discover I a gory catacomb.—
Woah… I see well now how bad my trouble!

Return to Rotarua

   Dressed in white christening gown
   Creaky snow break mountain melt
   Dissolves rigid in simmering spring
   Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond
   Ancient decompose steams surface

 
   Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance
   Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque 
   Monster murky rub manic massage
   Active agitate upsets puritan sculpt 
   Boiling bubbles bump aside burden


   Besieged by beast belly, slimy spa
   Crystallises chartreuse, past spent
   Dunk of disgusting salve, hot spew
   Baptises black ducks in inky erupt
   Aotearoa flow, now zeal spills over




             
       Rejuvenating Rotarua 
            - two lakes - 

            5th January

Lost To Lust

?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.

Some things to consider?

In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'

Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place'  There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it 
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!

Flames of Hell

“Want to play ball?” cackle of witch.
Play’n cards dispersed on pew.
Who knew this is the day they’d pay;
Their church doors close for good.

A knock at window breaks; no bat.
Hot blob of monster ball
is hurled, a hit - an eight feet orb
attacks in Devon moor.

The smoke and sulphur fills the air;
A vanishing neat trick.
T’other ball smashes window glass.
Who’s the show for? The church?

The time is nigh, nestled in now -
Century regardless.
The flames of hell might visit you.
You’ve faith to hide in church?

“…Can a person hide in secret places where I cannot see him?”
…”Do I not fill the heavens and the earth? …”
—Jeremiah 23:24 CSB (portions)

No creature is hidden from Him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give an account.
—Hebrews 4:13 CSB

nothing

Nothing
Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon
protected by tall walls, but I have to go
inside
the sun is too hot
It is about getting a deep, lasting tan
my vanity has no limit
gave me skin cancer
I will not write anything today,
weaning myself from this feverish addiction
My internal conversation is as argumentative
as the old Jew I met in Leeds
I will think of nothing!
Sadly, I fail to stop this stream of consciousness
a lava bubbling from its crater
The smell of sulphur of rejected thoughts
that will prove me wrong
and plants shall grow.
What is nothing as it has no shape or form
no aroma or colour
I get up from my chair too quickly, collide 
with the door and fall unconscious
into a void
All I now know is that nothing,
is a headache

For the Finnic Death-goddess Louhi

Louhi Louhi, me gotta go
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Fine little demoness waits for me
Me sail across Pohjola Sea
Me sail dat ship all alone
I never think I go back home.

Oh Louhi Louhi, oh behbee now, me gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Three nights and days me sail that sea
Me thinks of Louhi constantly
An on de ship I dream she dare
I smell the sulphur in her hair.

Ohhhh Louhi Louhi, oh no, me gotta go
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
Louhi Louhi, ye mama now, me gotta go
I say, me gotta go.

Sulphuric Poems

And I lose 
In the sulphur
Of the loss.
I'm pushing forth,
All guile,
While all the while,
The world spins around.
Turning with it
Bursting 
With light and sound.

Golden Hearts

golden hearts in sulphur acids, shining bright like heavenly stars. 

August 10/2023

Reconsider Suicide

He was worth more dead than alive 
Told himself they’d survive
He didn’t think it was sin 
To violate one of the Top Ten 
Thou shalt not kill included himself  
It was in the dusty Bible there on the shelf  
With an empty heart and lost soul 
Life had become out of control
Last ditch effort to ease the pain 
He put a bullet in his brain 
Now his heart doesn’t beat 
But his spirit feels the heat
 
Envision continuous raging fires
Feel the smoke burn your eyes 
Smoldering sulphur in your nose
Flaming furnace without a hose 
Before you pull the trigger or ring the bell
Imagine an eternity spent in HELL

When the light looks dim at the end on the tunnel
GOD is the one to get you out of trouble!!!

Rotate Consciousness Polarity

Rotation of consciousness, like grease in axis, 
Smoothens the meditation process in praxis; 
Yoga Nidra, like the sleep, relaxes each part,
Meditation, like music, turns an art of heart...!

Isn't hydrogen and oxygen form water?
Nitrogen with hydrogen Ammonia polar;
Ethanol or Lithium or sulphur oxide, 
Each by polar properties delightfully dyed...!

Nature gives unconditionally like mother,
Streams, hills and vales could be replaced by no other;
When soul says to fall into their flow if mind spurns,
In us polarity of grabbing highly burns...!

Lust, often, like CO2, extinguishes flame of love,
If both mingle love-life toward delight does shove; 
Surrender to the truth brings divine grace of peace,
Lies, conflicts and dominations leave none at ease...! 

Splits should give way to unity and lies to truth,
Anger, annoyance and fight should turn gum-less tooth;
Love and liking for virtues, should like palms-trees, thrive, 
Compassion, like ember in furnace, be alive...!


11 November 2022
Rotate consciousness polarity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Enceladus Dreams

Tides in motion beneath my crust
Of water-ice and planet dust,
Heat a hidden salty ocean,
Beneath my crust tides in motion.

My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
With chemicals that new life needs,
Deep in the darkness, in the gloom,
So ripe with seeds my fertile womb.

We’re not alone, there’s quite a few,
Europa, Triton, Titan too.
We’re moons with a life-friendly zone,
There’s quite a few, we’re not alone.

In dreadful dreams I saw peril,
Aliens that are not sterile,
Importing death, disease, and screams,
I saw peril in dreadful dreams.

From Earth arrives a prying probe,
Now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
To learn if life in my womb thrives,
A prying probe from Earth arrives …



October 16, 2022
Swap Quatrain


For information about amazing Enceladus, see:   solarsystem.nasa.gov/moons/saturn-moons/enceladus/in-depth/   
or:  www.newscientist.com/article/2339020-enceladus-shown-to-have-all-six-of-the-essential-elements-for-life/#:~:text=Saturn's%20moon%20Enceladus%20is%20producing,%2C%20oxygen%2C%20phosphorus%20and%20sulphur.

A Moment of Silence

A moment of silence
tells the untold tales -
The screams of the soldiers on battlefield
As they risked their lives
To defend their father's land
With their sweats mixed with blood,
Their feet danced to the dreadful tune of land mines,
They fed on the scent of burning sulphur-
Their body drenched in rain of bullets
And an ode to the ground
That kissed them to sleep.

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