Eve- the rape of the divine
Eve -the rape of the divine
Hundred of miles and more is between us
Sweet –deadly love
and loving seemed, is an endless night;
thousand of years and more to come
the rise and fall of season but cannot be home
from the distant past bathe in blood and tears;
millions of word has been spoken of you
beauty –the unveiled truth
holy in man's flesh –the spirit malice's fruit:
-the son of his kind destined to live to unearth death;
-the daughter of his flesh designed to die
to bring the hundreds and thousands to breath.
Life is in a weighing scale, between us
Lullaby of the heavens and the hymn of hell.
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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The Spirit or The Flesh
Friend are you filled with the Spirit or are you living in the flesh?
For one life leads to Eternal Life and the other to Eternal Death.
Friend God is not mocked and whatever a man sows he will reap,
And this present life will soon end but God offers life you can keep.
If you live to please the Spirit you shall reap Eternal Life friend,
If you live to please the flesh eternal destruction will be your end.
However, walk in the Spirit you won't fulfill the lust of the flesh,
This leads to Eternal Life and you won't be hurt by the second death.
The flesh is the sinful nature that ruled before you truly believed,
It is propagated by Satan who had you blinded and totally deceived.
The Spirit filled life is the goal for all who have truly believed.
Then your life's direction changes lead by the Spirit you received.
It was the sinful nature that darkened the old path you used to trod,
And everyone who lives like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
But the fruit of the Spirit, for the Church creates a holy oneness,
This life leads to Heaven through Christ's blood and Righteousness.
God does not speak above you my friend but is quite frank and level,
And He says that if you continue in sin you're a child of the devil.
But when we walk in the Spirit of Truth filled with His joy and Love,
It's God's mark that we are children of God, truly born from above.
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Pax Rextus –The Ancient Madness
Pax Rextus –The Ancient Madness
I Bliss: Poverty to Defined Eden
I was there in their magnificent palace
So beautifully erected, pride of their faith it seems
Gigantic pillars of marble, supporting its base
High as the clouds of Olympus, its column of grace
Cathedral; kingdom-hall; and that of holy temples –
The sacred gates of mortals and gods alike, their meeting place;
The hallowed nave of prayers, and chants, and charms;
Of hundreds and thousands of them –their flesh and bones
I was there in their magnanimous dome
Well painted that of ageless craft of wisdom
Its half-moon shape, displayed the heavenly home
Wide as the mouth of paradise, fountain of saintly venom
II Creed: The Mythic Pattern
I was there in their glorious altar
Where precious stones contoured each cadaver
Hundreds of them; creatures shape of ancient avatar
With shield and sword; cups and scroll, in picturesque wear
Scrolls; manuscripts; and that of holy books of oath:
The language of their moral; the code of their highest truth,
The alphabet of their gods; symbol of its dominion,
The waited signs to provide goes and stops from their mourn
I was there in their mysterious designed home
Incense bathe the air; in the hearth divine fire fumed
The voice of silence unto the ears –the infernal hymn,
Though it was, cry of anguish lingers to the abode of gloom
III Deity: The Faces and The Masks
I was their with them –the face in different space and time
Their voice in unison though differently holy-divine:
Female like: the virgin; the mother; and the crone,
The veil of beauty, embrace and malice; their spirited throne
Priestess, seer, sacred crag –the oracle readers
A life style though offered to the highest heavens
In frenzy: the scream, the speaking of tongue
The ejaculation of spiritual orgasm, in their madness hue
I was their on my knees, circumcised from my insanity
The chant ones again halt infuse my senses –come my perpetual lady
Their wings unto my feet –the gown of truce, a mighty goddess
Alas! The hour was; the passing of the crescent temporal kiss
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Bloodline
Eternal the kiss I breath
Siphon your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your god
Forever rape mortality
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child pay the dead
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
First breath born come alive learn to kill
Bloodfest awaits to feed your hunger
Dark side has no rival test your faith in blood
Night hides the hunting packs a feeding frenzy
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
I am the first not the last
Condemned by a single kiss
Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Defying god and son
Black heart that brings your death
Living in infamy
Drink the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
Blame god chosen children
As you die I'm immortal
Faithless no religion
Stalking prey is my confession
Captive blood enslavement
Pain and hunger drives your madness
Drink flesh life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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In Flesh And Blood
In flesh and blood
you continually smile at me,
in flesh and blood
at times you awake a kind of glare,
you walk past as a picture
that brings a kind of joy,
in flesh and blood.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lay This Life Down
under this bloodred sky.
i offer this tortured flesh to gods under your heavens.
my soul spent worthless
lay this life down
bring me divinity to answer crime with their lies.
bring forth the armies of grief.
rancid breath of an angel disease
feed me tears of a martyr's last cry.
my flesh to your flesh to dust as we... die
in this world bombarded by belows of madness.
i cling to the lonely chambers of my mind.
scratching the surfaces... searching for some sanity
under this bloodred sky.
i offer this tortured flesh to gods under your heavens.
my soul spent worthless
bring me divinity to answer crime with their lies
song performed by by Undying
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box)
Psalm 90 part 1
v.1-5
C. M.
Man frail, and God eternal.
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men:"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.
A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
[The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.]
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Your Shoe-Size
Your shoe-size fits me but,
I don't sleep with my legs wide open;
Your head cover fits me but,
I don't pray with my hands down;
I have been longing for many years to see you.
Let us pursue the things which are peaceful,
Like life in the land of monkeys;
Let us pursue the things which are joyful,
Like life in the land of donkeys;
But do cancel my records out of your mind if,
You don't want me.
Twenty-three thousand fell in one day,
But flesh and blood cannot inherit the Kindom of Yahweh;
Death is the string of sin so,
Do cancel my name out of your history book.
Men have one flesh,
Birds have another flesh,
Beasts have another flesh,
Fish have another flesh,
But all flesh is not the same!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bring Wine
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Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.
Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame,
for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul.
Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through
which the fissures of my speech split asunder.
Bring that which, when it is not present, I am stupid and ig-
norant, but when I am with it, I am the king of the subtle and
crafty ones.
Bring that which, the moment it is void of my head, I become
black and dark, you might say I am of the infidels.
Bring that which delivers out of this “bring” and “do not
bring”; bring quickly, and repel me not, saying, “Whence shall
I bring it?”
Bring, and deliver the roof of the heavens through the long
night from my abundant smoke and lamentations.
Bring that which after my death, even out of my dust, will
restore me to speech and thanksgiving even as Najjar.
Bring me wine, for I am guardian of wine like a goblet, for
whatever has gone into my stomach I deliver back completely.
Najjar said, “After my death would that my people might be
open-eyed to the ecstasy within me.
“They would not regard my bones and blood; in spirit I ama
mighty king, even though in body I am vile.
“What a ladder I, the Carpenter, have chiseled! My going has
reached the roof of the seventh heaven.
“I journeyed like the Messiah, my ass remained below; I do
no grieve for my ass, nor am I asslike of ears.
“Do not like Eblis see in Adam only water and clay; see that
behind the clay are my hundred thousand rose bowers.”
Shams-e Tabrizi rose up from this flesh saying, “ I am the
sun. Bring up my head from this mire.
“Err not, when I enter the mire once more, for I am at rest,
and am ashamed of this veil.
“Every morning I will rise up, despite the blind; for the sake
of the blind I will not cease to rise and set.”
The Poetic Experience (Part Two)
poetry is merely the human hymn,
and so the divine hymn. what
we see and feel... touch, taste,
and smell, and what we dont know,
and cant understand. each living
being is a universe in itself, and
each is just a splotch of a patchwork
quilt. when one being exhales, another
inhales... the earth turns, night comes
to relieve the day, morning comes to
fulfill night... such is the rhythm of
life, the beat of the hymn. poetry is
meant to be the bridge that connects,
it need be nothing more! if we truly
live we are the poem made flesh...
enough, and enough!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bring It On
I been betrayed, cause I been away.
Why can't you ever see it my way?
C'mon baby, you know what I mean.
I been eleven years doin' long hard work,
We're finally getting' what we deserve.
I said, C'mon baby, I'm not to blame.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
It's a hell of way, you learn to live for the day,
If you choose it.
That's why I say now,
Take it from me, it's not like it seems,
Someday I'll give ya all that you need.
But a tense word, baby, you just gotta believe.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
You know I'm not much at home,
We live that danger zone,
But you knew it.
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone. Growl
Lead Break
The jealousy's got you too blind to see.
It ain't fair what you're doin' to me.
I say, c'mon baby, I'm tired of tryin' to please.
Lonely nights and cocaine highs,
If that don't getcha then you'll pay the price.
C'mon baby, that's all a part of me.
I say one night stands take a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
Lord, how we do it.
I'm not much at home, we live that danger zone,
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on, (Bring it on)
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.-aca
song performed by by 38 Special
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The Voice
Atoms as old as stars,
Mutation on mutation,
Millions and millions of cells
Dividing yet still the same,
From air and changing earth,
From ancient Eastern rivers,
From turquoise tropic seas,
Unto myself I came.
My spirit like my flesh
Sprang from a thousand sources,
From cave-man, hunter and shepherd,
From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living thoughts in me
Spring from dead men and women,
Forgotten time out of mind
And many as bubbles of foam.
Here for a moment's space
Into the light out of darkness,
I come and they come with me
Finding words with my breath;
From the wisdom of many life-times
Seek for Beauty, she only
Fights with man against Death!"
poem by Sara Teasdale
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All Things All Persons Are Interconnected
in truth all of us are related, interconnected, by blood, by flesh,
by thought, by the mere idea of interconnection we are all
interconnected,
on the philosophy of language
unless we are interconnected there
should have been no word as
interconnected,
soon you will discover that there is a thin line connecting your
eyelash to the tip of you toe that when you cut a dead nail
a tear may fall
unseen tears
that your dream may not even notice,
the butterfly to the star,
the star to the starfish
the atom to the the moon
the foxhole to the blackhole of this universe,
the lullabye of mother
to the hum of the earth
well detected by our human ears
that too the sun
has ears and fingers of its own
or the stars its sewing needles
that fall from the dark night skies,
my mind away many many miles from you
is interconnected
to your longing,
my death is your death too
and my dream of being reborn
is relative to the dusts
rested on your feet,
we are interconnected and soon we will know
that we are one
that this river that we pass for a hundred times
seen from above
this earth
is just one winding river
that we step upon
our eyes duped by all these
ordinary rocks and mountains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Souls and Spirits
In one corner, I see light, and
In another, a fallen tree-
Looking from the corner of your eye-
I know you still see me and
Even with the splendor of
That place where flowers are growing,
I never believed in you.
I never believed you truly cared,
Even when you brought me flowers, it was only
In a make-believe sense-
Their petals would fall and
The wind would carry them away.
In one corner, I see light-
Your candle that was supposed to guide me, but
That tree fell between us., and
You are now, gone forever,
Even though the light still shines and
Figuratively, you still see the pain that
You put me through and now- that you are gone,
You are gone in body but in spirit
You shall always be there looking into my eyes,
Threatening me, wishing me none but harm.
I shall keep on walking, walking away
From your spirit and now I know and
Now I believe that it isn't bodies-flesh and blood that haunt-
In flesh and blood a person can be gone for a hundred years,
Never to return but if a person was cruel and conniving in spirit-
That spirit shall never be forgotten and that person's soul
Shall forever irk until the day that I pass away and leave this world
In flesh, mind and spirit forever although fearfully I know
All spirits whether good or evil, shall never die.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Flesh & Blood
Im not that someone whos got what you want
I can do nothing but watch what you do
You just want someone to kiss you good night
But lips are never enough to get you through
You stole my nights and you got your way
Now you got me dying inside , oh baby
Ebony dont walk out on me
Listen to what I say
Pick up the pieces of my life into the night of day
How do you break this heart of steel
Nobody ever could
Open the pages of my life
Im only flesh and blood
Ill be your savior but baby I swear
Im not living my life over you
Some satisfaction you get if you dare
But is it ever enough to get you through
You stole my mind and you watch me fall
Now you leave the scene of the crime,oh no
Ebony dont walk out on me
I never thought you could
Im only what you make of me
Im only flesh and blood
Im only flesh and blood
When youre gone , youll be leaving behind,
A broken man with something to hide
Oh, lost in the night in a town without pity
You learn how to cry. you learn how to cry
(break)
Ebony dont walk out on me
Listen to what I say
Pick up the pieces of my life into the night of day
How do you break this heart of steel
Nobody ever could
Open the pages of my life
Im only flesh and blood
Gone are the days that came and went
Houses are made of wood
Live in a world of sand and stone
Im only flesh and blood
Ebony dont walk out on me
I never thought you could
Im only what you make of me
Im only flesh and blood
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Your Presence Is Strange But Familiar
Your presence is strange but familiar
like nothing I have known up to now
but coming to me with charm and loving
as you were designed to fit into me,
were designed to change my life for the better
like a sudden ray of sunshine appearing
suddenly in the darkest night you bring light,
you bring a strange serenity and to everything
a great kind of beauty while in the depths
of your dark eyes it is me that I see.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lament for Zenocrate
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire,
That danced with glory on the silver waves,
Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams:
And all with faintness and for foul disgrace,
He binds his temples with a frowning cloud,
Ready to darken earth with endless night:
Zenocrate that gave him light and life,
Whose eyes shot fire from their ivory bowers,
And tempered every soul with lively heat,
Now by the malice of the angry skies,
Whose jealousy admits no second mate,
Draws in the comfort of her latest breath
All dazzled with the hellish mists of death.
Now walk the angels on the walls of heaven,
As sentinels to warn th'immortal souls,
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
Apollo, Cynthia, and the ceaseless lamps
That gently looked upon this loathsome earth,
Shine downwards now no more, but deck the heavens
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
The crystal springs whose taste illuminates
Refined eyes with an eternal sight,
Like tried silver runs through Paradise
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
The Cherubins and holy Seraphins
That sing and play before the King of Kings,
Use all their voices and their instruments
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
And in this sweet and curious harmony,
The God that tunes this music to our souls,
Holds out his hand in highest majesty
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts,
Up to the palace of th'imperial heaven:
That this my life may be as short to me
As are the days of sweet Zenocrate.
poem by Christopher Marlowe
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A Shot
There was a shot,
A shot fleeing through the dark night,
And all around was still
For fear of being found
As it whistled past the widows
Of every man, woman, child.
Searching.
Looking to rip and tear and kill,
And penetrate
The innocent flesh
Of any being, anywhere at all
There was a shot,
The sound came cracking through my dreams,
Impersonal and deadly
And hunting for the flesh
Of anyone who ever felt
Who ever laughed and sang,
Hunting,
Getting ready for the kill.
I will not let them die,
The ones who,
When the time comes,
Will live and love and grow.
I step out into the treacle night
And the bullet thuds home.
poem by Clover West
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Welcome To Our World
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from god
Youve been promised, weve been waiting
Welcome holy child
Welcome holy child
Hope that you dont mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long awaited holy stranger
Make yourself at home
Please make yourself at home
Bring your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
World now breaking heavens silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around you
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect son of god
Perfect son of god
Welcome to our world
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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