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The Blue Fired DragonThe Blue Fired Dragon
Speaking with words of an initiative unto the older elements,
A deliverance in development; for to utilise more effectively.
That which those far more ancient than we have chosen so well.
And the highest of the many flickers, fuels this blue fired life.
Something older than the stars burns within our lighted hearts,
And this search for the first words, can lead us on to heaven.
Search for that Voice that echoes in the start of something good.
To see the split tongues spiral like the strands of life within.
Sleeping TogetherSleeping Together
A Proclamation Given
There's some that wanna go to heaven,
Some just see their place within the stars.
And many just want to end the struggle,
Of feeling like this life; is behind bars.
But lots still here, just want better rest,
Some time to deal with, or digest.
Process the pain, hurt, fear, a loss so deep.
But so many more want just good sleep.
The bible says that, "The dead sleep in Christ, until the resurrection." That being Christ, "TheWord of Life", so the DNA Code... Belief in ghosts and spirits of your dead relatives or friends is against the word of God, Takeheart in the fact that the dead sleep, and have peace and rest..
The Gospel of Peter Verse 41, Proclamation to the Fallen Asleep, read, selah...
 But in the night in which the Lord's day dawned, when the soldiers weresafeguarding it two by two in every watch, there was a loud voice in heaven;
 and they saw that the heavens were opened and that two males wh
Of Holy Men and Hoaxes..Saying Holy is; Spread thin as Jam,
Still many say, "I know I Am."
Yet no Feed, Comfort or even Counsel,
Continues here that a view doth trounce all.
Laying guidelines, but no paths to peace;
Of heaven here, given just the lease.
Call Paul or Peter; Tom, Dick or Harry.
Of the Holy here, seeing naught but tarry.
As prophets say they rebel and vex,
And on each other we often hex.
Think the physical can hold up the soul.
To understand, is, an Under-Standing, goal.
For if Holy, Solemn, Contrite and True,
Has now settled in some part of you.
So we so under; look up, see whats above.
Truth, time and tempting, tell only of love.
To given gifts to those you only love and need,
Then how much more Our God, Our Father indeed.
For the word does speak of the spiritual gifts;
In life and deed may we have and give that which lifts.
For John the Baptist; Water, was his way
This water cleansed and thus held sway.
Yet after Christ, the spirit was then seen,
Now the spiritual, with the spiritual the mean
Lost within the fun of a fantasy
my wings still just the scaffolds
scratches at the base of feathers
forming quills yet to be furnished
I await a plumage with the power
uplift of strength coated in softness
for the smallest of the birds, shines
the knowing of the envy in our eyes...
I will fly closer to the sun and melt
wax that holds my fantasies together
falls as puddles at my plucked feet
and gathering the feathers of others
I shall find my own...
The Nefarious Dominion...The Nefarious Dominion...
Cerebral function flies on wings
the powers of the air; exploited
mines of the spiritual dead of open fields
our beating hearts feeding only flesh
are playthings of a nefarious dominion
unsaved and exposed, without firewalls
the hacking of the human mind continues
our thoughts and functions overidden
justify "They know not what they do"
as backdoors blow apart the pretense
we scold the children of disobedience
punishment and discipline now non-stick
the feeding of resentment as the tantrum tells
ten "I hate you's!" later, and a face full of tears
leave scars, lingering in pathways of a mind
save your soul then save your sanity
for the quickening does quell the chaos
smack the spirit and stem the corporal
for so many souls await only acceptance
as the easy life seems to evade our instinct...
Orchid of the UndergroundOrchid of the Underground
Orchid of the underground, that hides a blood red heart
surrounded by a star of white, no more witness to impart
the beauty that grows not of sun or starry night sky light
creation chose to place this flower, out of all our sight
tis only two within the world, one for the east and west
no roots or leaves bring forth a flower, nature at it's best
O hidden bloom that sheds a beauty not for bird or beast
underground a garden for the worms or this world's least.
Quilling me softly...Quilling me softly...
Our words are like our fingers
that we cover up in gloves
a delve reveals the wrist lines
for the letters and the loves
palms are whispering the tales
that have lead into a touch
of the fingers loss of fabric
in just seconds; saying much
words pouring forth as we dip our digits
books of pillows sent to tempt the heart
sensual overload is released in the fidgets
left to seek fire of the kind only heaven can start.
The scratches that woke
The scratches that woke the rock...
The fierce book that falls upon the shoulder
bringing the weight that stays with reminisce
the present to the future like a binding scroll
to carry is to wrap the tattered edges tightly
in sympathy that we ourselves are frayed with age
we look upon the written lightly; knowing we are also.
Newsgroups: alt.agnosticism, alt.philosophy, alt.atheism
Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 08:51:21 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Thurs, May 27 2010 11:51 pm
Subject: The latest on scientific 'catchup'
Dr Craig Ventor, the pioneer of changing life forms by injecting
altered and artificial dna in to existing genes, describes the dna as
the software of life, and partially describes his work as re writing
The dichotomy grows. If we can rewrite dna by applying intellect, it
is very difficult to argue convincingly that it wasnt written in the
Has there ever been more 'interesting times'.
BloodBreathe in deep and hold your ground,
take the quiet – there is no sound.
Choke the clatter and let it drown,
breathe in deep and hold it there,
and know your feelings come unbound.
It washes with you like a flood,
brings you up on ghostly wings!
Your heart, it beats to the Gallow-God’s drum,
your mind it flies in the blackest eye.
Scream a scream of health and kenning,
your soul shakes in your chest and coos to be free.
You are the world in which you live,
the soul in which gods breathe their first and last,
you are the ship in which the times have sailed,
and you are the barrow in which Wyrd makes merry.
See the flesh upon your bone,
like Sky stretched over Earth,
feel the blood beneath the sheath.
Lines like rivers throb within pale skin,
and below your ground there runs the reddening stream.
Life laughs within you,
for you are your yesterdays,
and you are your morrows,
the lie is in the now
for the Norn’s thread is ever spinning,
and you with it are carried like t
Letter to the FiveTo five of you whose travels crossed with mine:
I miss you with a brother's love that time
Could hardly wear away. Though half a year
Has passed, I took from Paul and held you dear
In interceding often for your faith.
I trust both peace and growth have taken place
As proof of faithfulness: He heard my plea
And gave you grace far more than we can see.
I write this to you now as I have prayed,
Convicted by the Spirit, I was swayed
To give you words to take into your heart,
Two exhortations I should now impart.
The first, to seek to prove your faith is real
And genuine, to never lag in zeal.
In trials and in living day to day,
Prioritize his straight and narrow way.
Please recognize that those He holds in love
He (all the more) will strive to truly prove
A faithful heart, a humble, forthright soul.
Adding to his mind is not the goal,
(For what is there the Father does not know
Or darkness that His light could never show?)
But realize the proof's for us, we're thick
At times, forgetting th
Self-predeterminedA portal to past has opened
A sort of opposite to a tunnel
A parallel dimension, a channel
Through which messages vent
A word about you
A word about me
A word of truth
The honest truth
The hidden truth
The defect to the enemy
Dead forever to see
Fixed for eternity
A found identity
A lost security
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