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The God of All and Nothing...The God of All and Nothing...
For I yeild to a God of Nothing, more than one of something grand;
For more things have come from nothing and return, I do understand.
What with Big Bangs bold as bullets, shooting out from none at all;
I would give my last breathe, breathing from which angels stood to fall.
For there is a place called nothing, and a place called shadow too,
And as the fallen know they stand, in such a place that knew but few.
And as God must be, such light that causes shadows, here, to grow;
I am but to Him nothing so to this nothing, I must seem first to go.
Because this world does stand in shadows of His light and others shown,
Light that teaches truth, the wisdom, and knowledge of things now known.
A soul does crave the light; wants to know the truth and peace because.
For in darkness we become the dark and let our souls embrace more flaws.
Darkness is of nothing; can decrease your joy and touch; darkly dieing,
In a spiral, of a life devoid of such; that is light and t
UntitledGod is light, and the owner of his light. There are different kinds of light and God's light is alive. Early Israel lived with his light in the temple and tabernacle, they also received manna. God's light is not the light of a fire burning, nor the shining of a star. His light is everywhere and he can let you see it or not. In him is no darkness, and through light we have truth, because we can see and know. With truth we have wisdom and knowledge. Through these things we have love, and God is love, so a living light that gives truth, wisdom and knowledge, which is love, and alive is everywhere as light is a wave and waiting for you to acknowledge and learn to accept as your life depends on it whether you believe it or not.
This is true to me and that's enough to change my life as it has and does. This is faith which is powerful and optimistic, and effects me in a manner that can make life more liveable and be a relief to a broken heart.
A form of light that most of us have never seen.
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 StartThe hour has come, the time is now
To stand up tall, speak out and vow
To be the best that you can be
Although no one may ever see
To dare to go the extra mile
Knowing that it will be worthwhile
From torch to torch we pass the flame
The spread of knowledge is our aim
To forgive and make peace, not war
Put other people at the fore
Encourage others to extend
Their kindness and the world can mend
It is your turn to be the one
Who can inspire all to be strong
And to accept just who they are
So they can let their dreams fly far
So be the person that we need
Spread the message and try to lead
All those you can to better ways
And always strive for better days
You are special and strong and true
There is nothing that you can’t do
I hope you take my words to heart
This is the end, but you’re the start
Visitor (2005)when that brilliant light escapes you
will you see your soul transpire?
when the strings of spacetime overlap
will you visit me for awhile?
can you remember the smell of the air that night?
dead leaves lined the gutter, we stood under the streetlight.
on both our faces, wrote lies of confusion
in both our minds, we knew no illusions
we knew truth then, as we know it now
but can you still smell the scent of autumn anyhow?
2 decades later and i still drown in envy
looking up past the streetlight, you looked down at me.
a nervous smile crossed those un-aged lips
a burst of light and that's where my mind slips
we know truth now, as we knew it then
but can you still remember how to make the light bend?
are you in the group of people i meet when i sleep?
when we're brought there again, like a promise to keep.
i look through their lights to make out their faces
but i can never get their glow to stay in their places
and i'm learning truths now, that i didn't know i knew then
but i'm left wonde
Lone SoldierLone Soldier
Wake and face this dark day
Arise and pave Victory’s Way
Guard your spirit ‘afore they arrive—
Be alert and you shall thrive!
The hordes approach our stead,
Bellowing their trumpets for our dread
Yet, do not buckle your knees!
Else they will claim all victories!
Trust in Your (Our) Father
Or your heart will falter
And all will be forlorned—
Given to the dark-horned.
Hear what once been said:
“A Lone Soldier will have led
An army out of darkness”
Oh! Let us hope the prophecy is to our address!
In the darkness I lay,
Submerged with no will to pray
Forgive me Father, but to survive
Without you is no way to live!
Mercy and Faith have fled
As quick as this weary heart bled
And while drowning in these seas,
The Darkness begins to tease.
Though I swim upward, the farther
I plunge into the black water.
I am a lover wh
Looking at yourselfLooking at yourself
Seeing from a far
Feelings from inside
Knowing who you are
Letting pass emotions
Learn what you're about
See yourself through others
Makes you start to doubt
Cause then you realize
That you might not be
The one you would expected
The one you thought you'd see
Leading to confusion
The question 'Who am I?'
Questions without answers
Thoughts just dropping by
Ode to BaconYour beauty invades my every thought.
Your fats, they flatter me.
The way you drip, sends chills down my body.
A heart attack? No, an attack of the heart.
I cannot bare the thought of turkey.
They aren't like you my love.
I would not feel the same.
It would be a fool's illusion, to not have the real thing.
Within my veins, I feel your touch.
This one mere thought has drowned my heart.
Sending chills down my body.
A heart attack? NO, an attack of the heart.
LabyrinthSo sag mir doch
Was führt dich her
Wie fand'st du mich?
Den Weg hinaus,
Den zeig' ich dir
Doch Rätsel hab ich
Dreie hier. Von dir
Will ich nicht eine
Antwort. Nur hören musst
Du sie dir an. Und denken
Sollst du in der Fremde,
Wo ich dein Rufen
Voll von Staunen über
Die Antwort, nicht
Mehr hören kann.
Und komm' dann wieder
Zur rechten Zeit, wenn
Ich dich' ruf zu mir.
Und dann sag mir erneut
Was führt' dich her
Wie fand'st du mich?
Und dann hör die neuen
Rätselworte und verstehe
In meinem Geist liegt Antwort.
Judgment DayHot and heavy
Swift and pounding
God above me
Evil hates this petty token
The sound of sounds
An angel weeps
We all fall down
We all fall down
An angel weeps
The sound of sounds
A deadly sleep
Evil hates the saintly brain
All doors combust
Our guilt refrains
The Devil drowns
And God is whole
The judgment pounds
Rainy Day by TirndilLoudly singing skies of grey
Wind and rain come out to play
In my true love's arms I lay
On this very rainy day
As the rain falls from the sky
I sing my babe a lullaby
"You are safe in mother's arms- hushabye, hushabye".
Eyelids flutter, breathing slows
To dreamland my baby goes
Outside on her windowpane
A curtain of grey rain flows
The earth drinks in the cleansing rain
The garden, meadow, forest grows
The World is a ColourThe world is a colour
without any shades
The people a canvas
whose souls never fade
My mind is a brush
that paints where I go
That paints what I see
and paints what I know
Billions of people
all painting their thoughts
From the oldest of them
to the littlest of tots
Each person's soul
an original piece
That joins the collective
when their body shall cease
Their beauty overflowing
for all who will see
The beauty of you
and the beauty of me
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