This is a poem of thanks
To all who give me support.
You help me progress through ranks.
You’re the jury of my court.
***
You help me make decisions
And reveal my many faults.
You unearth my collisions,
And you’ll fix them ‘til life halts.
A creature with eyes like fire
And a mouth like Satan’s Abyss.
It dwells in the hearts of ev’ry liar,
Which strikes like swords at victims of Death’s Kiss.
***
Fear overtakes our minds and souls.
For it’s the servant of Weakness
Created by God’s seven plagues and bowls
Destroyed only by brav’ry’s sleeplessness.
I gazed into two normal mirrors
And watched as appeared my reflection.
With a tilt the image got weirder.
Millions of me in each direction.
The image infinitely regressed,
Forming ideas of every kind.
A science secret like a locked chest,
Unlocked by an inquiring mind.
What is worse? No love or only hate.
If Man continues, doomed is Fate.
Since Genesis, now Revelation,
All men shall perish in damnation.
***
With ten horns and seven crowns and heads,
Dragon waits for the Man Her womb sheds.
Great Michael waged a heavenly war,
Against the Dragon, so says the Lore.
***
Smited down by the Great Angel’s sword,
Hurled down from the sky was the Dark Lord,
Who blamed Mankind for his present case,
Vengeance for the woman he did chase.
***
The Beast of Earth and the Beast of Sea
Are destined to become, you’ll fear He.
Marks of Satan so the Book does tell,
Required for trade, Ticket to Hell.
***
Seven plagues for those who disobeyed.
Alas God’s final wrath is portrayed.
With dismay Earth received each plague sent.
Doom to those who refused to repent.
***
Plunging deep in the Lake of Sulfur,
Babylon mourned by Kings and Sailors,
Merchants do cry out for Her great crimes,
Angels advising of judgment times.
***
“Hallelujah,” spoke angels and people
For the Lamb be wed upon the steeple.
Those invited to the supper are blessed.
The power of love in them was best.
***
First Resurrected were followers,
Beheaded by testimonies, Sirs.
Second Death is the Lake of Fire,
For all who didn’t hold God dire.
***
Destroyed were the Heavens, Hell, and Earth,
To make way for the greatest rebirth.
New Jerusalem for eternity,
Where Men and God live in harmony.
Never give up when you fall off that horse.
Get right back on, and bring confidence of course.
When you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,
Never bring your head down, keep running that race.
When you’re up a creek without a paddle,
Don’t give up, fight the river like cowboys do cattle.
Always keep trying and you’ll succeed,
Let your will grow, like a planted seed.
Once upon a year ago,
Terrible news struck my ears.
Time began to pain and slow.
Stabbed by words like pointy spears.
***
A dreadful misfortune struck.
A growth too much to handle.
All depending on pure luck.
Life dwindling, like a candle.
***
Now a year has timely passed.
I’ve learned new lessons that show
Pain and love can be amassed
By the friends who come and go.
Over a road and across a plain,
I ran in silence, except the rain.
I gathered wits at enemy lines.
Through a bush & through some vines.
***
I rolled across an open point of vision,
Up a trail, my skin gained a small incision.
Back through the cover of some brush,
Crawling forward, I told myself “Hush, hush, hush”.
***
On I moved until I felt a sensation.
A series of stings made from Nature’s Creation.
Hidden well with a fine disguise,
A mass of nettles caught me, but I gave no cries.
***
Continually biting, they burned my skin.
Made of steel, unlike their wooden kin.
Finally Nature’s Trap released me to pass,
Upon which, I moved out onto the cool grass
Forever
Lost in a Sea of Opportunity
Until
Changes in
Time allows for an
Ultimate recession
All
Things
Intense and lax but,
Not similar in
Girth.
Choices
However big or small,
Old or young,
Inversely shall pass through a
Cycle,
Even if
Sentimentality should hinder them.
Never a dull moment in my life
Shielding my eyes from dust storms
Watching the stock cars spin out
Hoping they won’t crash and burn.
Never a dull moment in my life
Off the highway we drove home
At least until we ran out of gasoline
And pushed our car all the way home
Slow as Slo is to learn,
To have a mom is love he learns.
To be her son is his wish.
To feed from her and not his dish.
Slow as Slo is to learn,
Desire to know the world he yearns.
They both wish for attention.
Lovestrong air holding them in suspension.
Revealing the
Entrance and its
View I quickly
Entered a great
Land of sight and truth.
Allowed by a
Telling
Intuition,
Only revealed by my mind’s
Notion.
