Christ

"The only power you have is that which the heavenly father has given you"

Side by Side we stride with Godly pride along the road

We travel among mankind with a mind that’s home bound

Home is else where

But for now we dwell here.

On the third fragment piece from the star of fire.

On a counterfeit “planet” with artificial SHIT

I thought poetry was pain until (s) he taught me how to live again.

I thank you Ohh chosen one

With thou by my side, this world is but a drive thru

Emmanuel, I honour you…

To Whom Do You Pray

Dying from nuclear weapon

Lying on snow hands outstretched to heaven

Appealing to the One to live again

A luminous wave spans the full moon

With mighty beings circling

Two black birds and a white winged unicorn.

Appealing to the One with poignant emotion

As the white winged horse without a horn

Descends, I strengthen

Caressing the creatures snout

I become calm in mind and spirit

With a flash of light

We disappear and awaken in the waterfall house of an Israelite

Pro-Noun-CIA-tion

“An idol mind is the devils workshop”

“Don’t forget about God during imagery worship”

Pronunciation is of the utmost importance:

The word ‘progress’

If one says;

“I see no progress in this town”

That would make the object of the sentence’s meaning

(Progress) a noun

If the same word were said in this context:

“You may progress to the next level”

That would now make the same word (Progress)

A Verb, as it is pronounced to emphasise

That it implies the doing of something (To progress)

Now that I’ve proved that pronunciation can change

The meaning in what one is saying,

How do you think the maker of heaven and earth should be

Pro-noun-ced?

Here’s a clue;

It’s not uttered

Its breathed.

Breath in,

Breath out

Breath in,

Breath out…

If you look for God within,

Than you can find him without

I’m out!

PS

I hope you get this lesson

Its not meditation

If you label things you may have a problem

Like calling God, Jah, Jehovah, El-Shadai or Elohim.

Exercise Caution…

A letter to Hate

“At a certain point in his life, he realized that he would always be in pain

So the best thing for him was to get used to this beautiful feeling.

He embraced pain, made it an everyday emotion

He then realized that he couldn’t live without it

It’s better to be dependent on something that is readily available, than something that isn’t

Like Love.”

Dear Hate

TO OBTAIN THE RIGHT ANSWER ONE SHOULD ASK THE RIGHT QUESTION

What makes you so higher and mightier?

Who do you think you are?

First of all, the question should be

Who do you think, is you?

Addressing my singular form in assuming

I need to be put in my place again

If that was your question

Then my response would have been;

Who do you think you people are?

Cause if you knew the true answer to that question,

You wouldn’t have asked that inferior one.

But I won’t hate like you and transmit negative emotion

The dark forces will have to feast on your auras, not mine

Mine is similar to that of a new-borns

No serpent can do it any harm

But please don’t misinterpret this wisdom

And try this at home

ill visit you in the casualty room

With another poem

And ask you what the fuck you were thinking

Yours Lovingly

Beloved

Ancient lovemaking

“Adults commit Adultery, And chill-dren just chill,

Until they grow and they’re taught to sin as well.

Embracing the lower base of the tree’s roots.

Caressing my way up its bark with my cheek on trunk

Its leaves between my fingers

I close my eyes and eat of its fruit

Without picking it

I share of its soul

I and the tree become the We of one whole

We lay in each others arms outstretched to our origin

Ancient lovemaking

Con-tort-Ure-Cell

“Once you work for the enemy, you become like the enemy

Unfortunately you won’t use the enemy’s tactics on the enemy

But on your own family

That my friend is relativity.”

“A man fights for what he thinks is important, but losses what is…

A man believes in miracles and neglects to handle his business

A man fears his solutions

A mans problems become his loved ones!”

The raindrop falls like

The tick, tock

Of the clock,

Subtle torture for my mind as I think

Endured exposure may result in a ShrINK

To the same method of torture in his place of work

Tick, tock,

Drip, Drop,

Please, Stop

For the sake of my psyche

Contorting your mind

Beyond its Relative Mass and Energy combined.

E=MC Beloved

The Devil Made Me Do It

“There are still people, who think the dark side belongs to Satan,

But their rooms are darker than the outside when their sleeping.

There are still people that call themselves civilized,

Yet feast on the carcases of the dead.

There are still people that call themselves Gods children,

But believe they are fully grown.

There are still people that think heaven is better then hell,

But continue to book a place in hell not heaven.”

Before you blame the devil for your misfortune

Let’s analyse what brings about fortune,

Clearly it’s Knowledge, understanding, discernment discipline and wisdom

Now was the course of action, which led to your misfortune

Done through full Knowledge of the situation?

Did you fully Understand what you were doing?

To Discern the Wisdom needed to/not do what was done with/out Discipline?

My final question,

Do you still think the devil is responsible for your current situation?

Or was it a lack of the above application?

Is the same lack, the reason

Why we refer to a Godly creation…

As Satan?

Goodnight

“Slaves don’t see because their eyes are closed,

Their eyes are closed because their dreaming behind closed doors,

Their dreaming because their under a spell,

Their under a spell because their in hell,

Their in hell because they’ve sold their SOUL,

They’ve sold their SOUL because they can’t see well,

Round and round, goes Orobos’s circle.”

At the pinnacle of our evolution,

We realise were truly not human

Clouds separate with illuminary light

They administer spiritual orgies before night

Open thy eyes behold the elite

Ascend and descend through flight

Cumulous clouds drift

They move to another settlement

To feast on humans who behave like FOOD for thought

With depleted spirit

May the source save their souls for a future infinite.

For at present, they slip not the slumber of the ignorant

Goodnight Slave, Goodnight

Don’t let the soul bugs bite.

Secubus

“Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest of them all?

“The one with no mirror on the wall”

If there were no mirrors, would you tell me how I looked in your eyes?

Would you love me based on your looks?

Or would you see yourself through my eyes?

welCome to artificial reality

The carrot is milky

The onion is an apple

Where a miracle is logical

And science is matter so fickle

comeWell in a cell chamber cubicle

Sampling of genital Spermsemen.

WelCum…

Welcome

Well? Come!

Well cum

Aaaaah!

You came

Thank you my demon.

YOU’RE WELCOME…

A Spectacle visible only to those who feel

Cloned clowns cannot see with eyes wide closed

Tap water and mutant carcases render them blind

With DNA and genetic altered

Consider yourself an official member of humanoid kind

Welcome to the new world in the 3^rd world.

As I depart

I find joy in pain

And sorrow in love

So strike me again

For, for love I know not off.

As I depart,

I wonder if ill miss them

Those who altered my being before I could se-men

Travelling up a WOmens Fallo-piering to last and eggnite

Threw, inside its ovu-mum.

Before I was born a plan to hearken my destination had already begun

Time and time again, derailed from the course of my vision.

As I depart,

I wonder if ill miss them

Those who design me in their image and cast a shadow on me

So all I could see was their silhouette of light.

Those who said HELLo with a dark aural halo and proceeded to dim my light

And those who refute the light

For a candlelit dinner of dead meat

And free radical wine of the ignorant

I wonder as I depart,

If I will miss those who were too cowardly to live courageously

So their backs coward as their faces faced the ground

With their backs bulged upward

And their spirits pummelled

For the honoured lie with their backs to the ground

With their spirits next to God

Live long you coward

Await the weighing of your heart

As I depart.

But

I wonder if ill yearn to return to those who proclaim love

And perform hate on those they love to hate passionately.

Poverty in the 3^rd world has got nothing to do with the economy

I cried when I arrived for I was rich until I was robbed into joining this world

Astronomy reveals the 10^th world is cold

Because it’s further from what is called God

And the 1^st world is hot as hell because it’s tortured

By a fiery version God

Dear Lord,

As I depart,

Remove from heart

All memories of this dream

When the sun can’t be seen

And the moon drips, covered by blood

Remind me,

That these slaves were warned…

Candling with her Highness

A candlelit dinner of food for thought

A page a chapter a woven wick of wicker

Filled with plunder under flames that flicker

By a dying flame I call her name

Wisdom written from the page within

A candlelit dinner of food for thought

The ingredient to my sentiment on my table of content

Acknowledgement, entrapment, a forbidden fruit

A Para graphed hyperbole

At the pinnacle of your plots parabola
A finite melody of linguistic numerology

I am the minstrel of your inner G

Feed me with wisdoms grace

Melt the wax of my darkness

Ill read your taste as my wax drips

On your sentence to set free my ignorance

Candling with her highness…