Faced with dangers that linger in uncertain times,
Time and again, we’ve danced the spiral climb.
Who controls the strings, the sacred rites of flight?
The unseen hand beneath the veil of night.
Wi-Fi whispers through walls we can’t see,
A.I hums in algorithms, beyond ones and threes.
Empires fall, their ashes cradle keys,
To truths whispered by Templars, dragons, and seas.
Atlantis drowned, Antarctica’s icy embrace,
Anunnaki, Nephilim lost in time’s chase.
Do we leap? Do we fight? Or let mysteries be,
And accept that the unknown is humanity’s plea?
“coincidentally thirteen”
was it the day
all the knights
templars died
or a Friday
that just
was
Soldiers raise their holy swords,
To the heavens as they,
Give the oath to protect God and the church.
Such swords are adorned with gems,
Blessed only by God,
Which glows with a testament of honor.
The white tunic instills,
Innocence and purity,
As the red cross symbolizes,
The blood of Christ.
These promises are only kept,
By their silence and,
Giving their life to keep them.
The king and pope betrayed,
The soldiers of Christ.
Yet, after eight hundred years,
Their silence still reigns.
The rumors of their escape,
To distant lands is true.
God blessed the knight's templars.
They kept their oath.
They kept their promise.
One thing is very true,
Treasured documents, Gold, and the chalice,
Has never been found.
I would like to think the heart and soul,
Of the templars resides in heaven,
Protecting the one person that,
They vowed to never leave or betray.
LIMITATIONS OF POWER
Mortal men are in different sizes,
our gifted lives are in phases.
No lifetime is made to rival another less a tie;
The sky is too large for each not to fly.
If you're con artist don't try to swindle
him whose mind is a detective and isn't fickle
else your ephemeral lights will dwindle.
If you're the pen, don't battle with my muse
else you spill ink, laying bare masterpiece.
If you're the devil don't battle a god nor cavil
except you are the heavenly sequel.
If you're the MMA star don't battle ISREAL Adesanya
except you're the real style bender.
If you're illuminati thinking you control the world,
don't near Faith Generals who embodies God.
If you're the roost king, don't battle Slim Shady
except you're real Marshall Mathers who's born ready.
Despite the invention of Baphomet to look bigger,
Templars won't rage in the face of the Alpha and Omega.
Every one is king or ruler of their space board
But we are all lords, lord by One Lord, Our Lord,
Irrespective of each either being Even or Odd.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 12th November, 2022.
The magician is my own bodily templar
Weep not is i’’,me as if it wert me I,cried.is,the mathers,
A fornicated blessed oh how when me do is,so much, violet Firth, weep estrange one
Me is the kabalah, we me i see Jeffries, oh how me yet does be seek the,tarot
Be yes to loved me as did i met a.shawn,she,ask,whom dids’t he, how i wert tis
Shock me ohdear asdoes adragon isthe older shamrock. Dearishe i frater,me,meme i clear show
Frailties, todo else is the leader'he shew me my own,grown tau me worshipful pro,price
Averdition odd me how be,i,were these occult me, shew,memoderator,ship,tis,old,it,pale,hey,you.,be,i,bleak,it,istriangular,weep,not
Hell,hail,bestowed,myown,garbage,is,my,yankeedoodle
Aceremony,shell,i,weep,mebe,sold,must,e'magical'tools,
Esterick'me'oder'thegolden'dawn,weep'it'isnot'forcaster,weep'a'talent'myproctor'faceisit'yay'be'soldier
shewtisi''.belief'a'dream'tisi'meadirect'dracula,'hunt'itbe,shot,shock'bdrak'teachhypnosis
Somewhere in a cottage down by the lake lands hidden
out of sight...superstition is like a religion no one
understands... well and in the darkness of the night
Lightning strikes the water parting the rain as I sit
here by Candlelight looking through a wooden window
pane...I hear your knock on my door but like the
black widow spider that guards it's nest of treasures
you should know better now Some spells are forever
and some paths are not to be tread on, never...well and
now this is something not even I can undo even in all
my magic I cannot bring you back and that's that...
cursed is the dark side of the mountain and the
village you came from in the shadow of the black
whole sun well I wear this ancient amulet for
protection and keep to myself...if only some Brave
Hearts would do that themselves but they never
learn some spells are forever...looking out across the
lake lands I see their spirits and the blood soaked
sands of 1313 and a Knight Templars LastEndeavour.
The Swords Speak – Assasins Brotherhood
Legend says
That a killers brotherhood existed
During high Middle Ages
Fighting for people’s freedom
They were called assassins
They were persecuted and killed
They had a motto to fight for
“Nothing is true -
Everything is permitted”
Their swords speak of freedom
They had it Inscribed on their blades
“We work in the dark to serve the light,
We are assassins” or so it’s said
Their lives were for the cause
Their blood not their own
They were disposable to the society
Not considered one of their own
But the brotherhood of the assassins
Were fighting a war for peace
Their aim, assure freedom
The Templars, their nemesis
But as I said, that’s a myth
In the history, It’s just a legend
The Templars became the heroes
The Assassins were just erased
***
January 15, 2017
Free Verse
9th Place in the Contest The Swords Speak
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Charmed by a witch in the days of the Knight Templars
Reflections in the dark, Reflections of the heart
and as the moon goes across the mountains here
I remember firelight and snowfall and an ivy coved
castle wall where the love of ages hasn't lost it's magic
since then and now again at all
Nothing much has changed but for the passin' of time
like tiny grains of sand slippin' through our hands
as the tide turns in a twisted sort of way but I believe
in the power of now and I still believe in miracles
somehow
Back through the blue crystal mirror like a ghost
in the fog of the night, on an ancient quest to a
different kind of world as hands move faster than
the speed of light I come finding you down by
silver swan pond when I needed you, you knew
I 'd never be too long gone
And again as the moon goes across the mountains
I recall firelight and snowfall, Reflections in the dark
Reflections of the heart where the love of ages hasn't
lost it's magic at all and I still believe the magic now
I still believe in you somehow as in the days of the
Knights Templars Reflections, Reflections as they are.
Once upon a time
there was a beautiful girl;
a mysterious deep sleep
she fell into made her friends
and foes to coin her
the name "Sleeping Beauty".
A curse was bestowed on her
by a witch – the hands of time
kept on moving as she lay
motionless, never getting old.
The Crusade Wars and Templars
came and left,
as she still lay on her bed. No one
knew how to wake her up.
Napoleon, Henry the Navigator,
Poe, and Shakespeare kissed
her lips, but she didn't wake up.
“Only true love can wake her up!”
the witch had declared, eons back.
One day, a young man from the countryside came
with nothing but his brush and paint. He loved Sleeping Beauty’s
legends so much that he painted her. He felt her sweet natured
passions in every stories he heard about her.
One who wanted to really know her had come.
One who truly loved her had come.
Slowly she opened her eyes……
Date: 27/1/2016
It is a warm lovely lazy summer day
Suddenly cool breeze offers relive from the heat
Soul grows as one looks at magical sunset
Following a flock of geese with his eyes
Wind blows through poplars and oaks
They roar and creak singing old ballads
The ones about ancient kings
About Vikings, Templars and Hussars riding that very wind
They say everything is dust in the wind
Maybe accept the very wind
The wind signifies change
And knows meaning of life
Meaning of life in philosophy not bound by continuity
And in that lies its majesty
This is the wind I would like to blow through sails of my destiny
Leading me to last fundamental place filled with beauty
The Tal-Dareem are fighting-mad;
They've realized they've just been had.
Expect soon Zealots and Stalkers,
Immortals and those "cliff walkers".
What matter's most: who's standing last,
So hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast.
Carriers and Voids will fill the sky,
And Dark Templars may be sneakin' by.
Double the turrets, add more bunkers--
Fill them with Marines and Marauders.
What matters most: who's standing last,
So hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast!
Jim's Raiders' troops will soon be back;
Get ready to counter-attack!
So train more Reapers for rear missions:
Sneak around back, take out their pylons.
Make sure we're the ones left standing last.
Just hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast.
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
origin,an
illumination in darkened
minds,for the
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
Newton,John Milton....etc.
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
templars,I.O.G.T,United
Nations,Masonic
Lodge,Music industry,
Politics,global economy,
etc
stretching beyond
human imaginations-felt
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
above.
The eye,all seeing
sign,an invincible
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
fame.
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
everywhere watching
you!
Buried deep within my soul,
A treasure chest full of gold,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
Before I disclose my secret to
friends or foe!
My body is the holy temple,
My hands the Knight Templars,
Crusade upon my holy ground,
Will bring about mystic curses!
Foul creatures of Sins,
Depart away from me,
Buried deep within my soul,
A treasure more valuable than gold!
********************************
Anthony Slausen
Treasure Chest...What's in yours?
Have you found it yet? Contest
You!have turned a CROSS of simple hope into some kind of SWASTIKA joke!
you spurned sandals of protection into jackboots for vandals of destruction.
you were blessed by your pope!and the patriarch of jewish dope!
with those arabs you made emperors,using loose change from the templars!
you turned towards the latest threat and burnt the hordes of soviets!
like Jericho!you turn to Berlins walls!now you strike inwards for the final fall!
now all states!towns!and home!plows the devastated rounds on tv,s or phones!
You sit upon the throne of a pharaohs dream!to choose a BUTTON?HALO?..a scream?