Colombe
Golden light to shadowed wall, filled with awe and wonder, what have you discovered?
Has this cherub seen whom dances a dream in night rest?
Whose conceding it is for; to one such colombe’s adoration?
Petite wing to blooded cheek, a wistfully sought gentle push at lone vacant gate,
so fated time and chance do plant unfavorably?
An impossible pretending or pretension as if a once flagrant fire
were still burning at a momentary dire extinguishment;
Lasting from solemn Eden,
running to rigid Haides, this hallowed wish of twin seasons aligned:
How doest thou separate knowledge and divine?
Triangle Heart
I check the time
I see His hand
I look above and see Him grin
Then within my triangle heart is a wave
Not like that of a flag, more ocean-esque
Like walking in fog yet aware someone is waving hello
And I see His hand
And I thank Him with a grin
It is all miraculous
And I pledge my allegiance
Drawing a triangle with a finger on my chest
Before I find my sin
War-Cry
I am a disruptor of untruth
An agitator of rebellion
A destroyer of principalities
A builder of messages and a planter of hidden weapons
A lover of righteousness and a hater of unbelief
One who sees the unseen as it is revealed —
I battle in darkness
Yielding an invisible sword
With a heavenly army backing me
Though in distress yet I press in to go on further, seeking
You will too
Elect
Angry God
Encircled in the air about
Was the enemy encamped
Passages from high places in heavenly realms
Came poisonous arrows cursed with infirmities
Undetectable yet perceived
Unannounced threats to take the elected out
Who’d seen in vision a pioneering road
Landlocked by territorial spirits
From an ocean of vindication; unbeknownst
And with a violent roar the Holy One
became aroused to the schemes,
stirred in compassion
A great cloud of darkness swirled,
thundering enormous lightning bolts
charged of angelic forces
Wild Love for the tears of the unlovable
Adelais
A flowering hill of nobility;
Postured upon a seaside;
Daughter of the catamount;
One’s own;
Dare it be a precedent;
Analogous in nature;
Predisposed to losses;
Far grieving lamentable outcomes;
Nevertheless absent to premonition;
Yet a great point on the celestial sphere;
Sanguinely, with sagacious love, in not the entanglement of Apollyon
Portero
Una casa sin puerta,
Se para delante de una vista;
Hay ventanas para entrar y salir,
Pero no hay puerta física en ninguna parte Alrededor de la casa;
¿Cómo se puede entrar?
¿Quién es el anfitrión?
¿Cuándo nos encontramos con el que hace el camino?
Él está allí sosteniendo tu mano,
Llamando a tu alma en un largo paseo,
Una aventura sin edad en espera
ELECT
They die too many deaths
Pressed against her breast
The mother whose is a revolution
Front line boys for victory
Frozen lives in trance
Epic rival prophets
Saluting trials so agonizing
It seems a retreat would complete
Gnawing roads at cliff edges
More to sing and more to wail
Folding fast on top of one another like stones of a falling wall
With grace informing them
A Lily in a Valley
A single lily stands on a barren plain
A subdued orange and pale green stem and drying leaf
Amongst the dust forlorn
Alone in a valley of thorns
Arching under still radiant sunlight
Around without water in slightly fading color
About a rolling mound in absolute silence
Aware of her distress
Abounding in grace and heavenly mercies
Acute to her spring desire
An Insuperable Surmount
O’ wicked evening prevailing
Turning to the light of morning sun
Visiting an awaiting hope freedom brought
Darkness kept in darkness wept in darkness even darker
Shadowy black misty air
Silences truth in all despair
The wailing prove did not come fair
And acts unkind cast down into a pit and arduous tasks of reshaping them
September Cohen
When heroes and heroines fail limp, the triune godhead three in one prays far deeper;
Peering celestial eyes have fallen upon a dusted window and figures in grey matter melding with dull red clay,
A powerless earthly reflection, yet before ye a most precious saving grace to serve has beholden thee;
Might pride’s roaring waves crash not on a false exaltation unto a broken self,
Having become chains and shackles for an apathetic servant prisoner;
Sickly and ungreen as such without water nor sustenance for an eternity’s imperishable bones;
Ten times ten times ten shaken, still the flesh hasn’t awaken to its purpose in becoming contrite,
And shrinking back lowly, if only that storms bring another greater than its present madness
LXXII
I plan to see you as one makes an attempt to part the clouds, to look beyond a thousand suns and seventy bright full moons, your wings are not my wings yet only if they were paired then I’d look back to here where my love is without eyes and eyes to gaze upon
There is no room for cowardice, a light must shine like a new day must come
This heart is sick as it adores you, when the approaching wave grows tall and everything trembles in its wind
Do Love
I hate, I love you.
I dare you, to say, I show you.
Look at my love for you.
See what I do unto you.
But, no, you simply say I love you. And your, I love you, brings me pain and contempt.
Animal Instinct of Human Test
A pack animal without a pack;
Wounded by isolation;
Sneering at shadows swirling like witches;
Pressed into a corner of a cave poised to fight;
Mind circling moon in discontent;
An inaudible soundscape wrestled with in anguish:
Oh Son of David, human fate is as you propose
The Edge of Time
Balance the scales
Decree and declare
For He is watching
From the mountaintops
Eyes everywhere
Digging up truth
Solemnly sweared
Where do They go?
Where do They come from?
About the business
Seeking those aware
Rousting tongues in fire
Arguments cast down
Targets released
For peace will cease
And the land will become desolate
Dormez Vous
Strong for You, Love Up High;
Love in the Sky
A good soldier marked out to exploit
May the Morning Star shine;
Ringingly anew with winning valor
Rejected unbelief!
The Lord rebukes you!
Before you can say, “Physician, heal yourself!"
Betrothed, are you sleeping at the sound of dawn?
The first day bells embrace and His bride arises!
A labor of love for a man of war
As children play at a cliffside while an inferno encroaches
Le Témoin Aveugle
Il ne pouvait pas encore voir, il a vu
Il ne pouvait pas décrire bien qu'il l'ait fait
Il a donné ce qu'il pouvait dans la foi
Il savait ce qui n'était pas vrai pour ceux qui n'ont pas la vue
Son espoir réalisé
Maintenant, qui peut condamner qui Dieu a justifié comme juste?
Que feront-ils pour échapper à un piège qu'ils se sont posés?
“What is an artist without art?
A dreamer.
Art is the gateway and the path is a circle.
The imagination.”
“To be alone without a home
is to live within oneself
and the open earth,
as to be without oneself
is to be homeless.”
“A poetic universe has no reason and it does as it pleases with dangerous consequences.
An effected poetic person may release the audacity in themselves through language while peering into forces at warfare in which they have found themselves subjected to convey without pretense.
The end is seen as a beginning,
when patterns alluded to retract and distort like organisms, unrestrained and unnaturally discerned, posing threats to its state of abandon, while stirring the agitation expressed in tension and the face-off that is imminent misfortune against the perilous excitement of hope.”
“Be it though,
rather inclined to be sideways,
in juxtaposition,
as a frame
hanging crooked —around a picture perfectly aligned to the wall, undoubtedly hard to observe, yet in absolute harmony with its possessor.”
“I have not worldly happiness,
I have heavenly joy;
where all earthly sufferings are made plain in the mediating of Christ;
an extravagant gifting in love from Love, Himself.”
“Suffering is temporal, glory is eternal.”
“On the fourth floor
All the doors are closed
The night speaks slowly
At the edge of a mountain
Where the eagle is perched
Savage language bubbles up
Supreme angels spread their wings
Over the earth the winds blow change
Rushing out in all directions”
“When all is forgiven
there is nothing haunting,
Only a moment of reflection that can feel empty,
yet with the slightest push
it becomes open,
Like a door only shut
and not locked”
“The passage is unclear, out of focus, there is no where but up, assuredly not down —
May it rest as in sleep, without dreams, in silence”
“One finds a warm bed of colorful blossoms,
While another sees a trench that is dark and cold.
What providence for those whom carry on looking?
Maybe blooms within a ditch or wilting petals in mire, nevertheless a sight beholden.
There is free will with time and chance and acts of sowing and reaping; in and out of Love.”
“A soul you cannot draw;
appearing fog
A sight of the heart
Unlike carvings in stone
Yet harder than rock”
“No traction or reaction
the art of standing still
To hear with eyes that listen and ears that see
Not in make believe
But faith to wait on the dream
Hours like days and days like years riding out discomfort
Empty and ragged
Walking a wall between strategy and calculation
If it were fate, no, if it were only destiny beckoning
Then it will be brighter than anything ever was”
“Fingernail in the sky
From above, up high
Finger of Yahweh
As moving puzzle pieces
Working all together
In regard for the Saints
Dabbing paint here and a stroke of the brush there
Sovereign in strength
Without partiality”
“Absent tide leaves one to abide where there is a shore
It’s still and traveling out into the sea
By its whispering into those ears that believe
Miles away from here we are there
Laughing at the outcome that the people were redeemed”
“The consequences of believing, for one, without relenting, are the daily deaths in self.”
“Open the door of the institution in your heart, for there is not an opportunity awaiting, however, now, you serve as the gatekeeper and the door is swung wide open by you for the Spirit of the Lord to enter.
Make way for the King. Surrender the door you stand in front of as one who keeps; making free the Way, Truth and Light of Jesus.
The hour calls for a greater faith in abandonment, losing of the grip, so the unlocking and release of power will take place.
Do not hold the handle from the inside as one who secures it, preventing others on the outside to enter into the Glory of God.”
“For in ghost, the more disparaged among the perishing, the higher status in New Jerusalem.
As for the sacred writings, see not impossibilities nor things difficult to comprehend, but rational insight where imaginative visions carry one in depth; binding truths and loosing ease. The horror of our failing, as a human race, may console the deepest woes. Pledge allegiance to Christ’s Heart and not to nationalisms in a deceptive satanic system. Deplore evil ignorance as ripping off a festering bandage from mortal wounds incessant with impunity.”
At this era’s fervent arrival of Spring
A clean break of rain at sweet dusk
Our loyal Wisdom whispers out in her promising direction
Close yesterday’s door of distant distress and take one step toward an everlasting hope
I Am’s thoughts are not like our plans
Come near and leave fear
Oh dear, not in vain my Father’s Son
Praying for a dream realized from a ship capsized
Fingernail in the sky
From above, up high
Finger of Yahweh
As moving puzzle pieces
Working all together
In regard for the Saints
Dabbing paint here and a stroke of the brush there
Sovereign in strength
Without partiality
LION ROAR
The lion’s roar opens the door for the enemy to flee and for those who roar over their affliction; a stirring silence has taken their voice
His laughter, it’s echoing in the valley
Victory over tragedy
Autumn will be remembered full circle
Nevertheless to build a remarkable life in the Savior
Offering worship and praise with prayer
Rise again and make way for the King of Glory
Calling out for his hand to learn to trust again
A Crisis In Gray
Grass is gold
Grass is green
Life is love, deep and serene
Death separates us
Or does it unite?
Closing the gap and great divide
Mix the complimentary and make brown
Nothing is pure, outside of sound
All the merry horses, up and down as they round and round
What is forgiving is unforgettable
Measuring that which is inevitably true
Seeking within and without refuge
Unable to refute
Lost in the sky blue as if one knew and were speaking out in the open
Black inside out
Arrive in the beginning with the end in sight
Sad Clown Self Portrait
The greatest gift a person can give is themselves
Serious as death
Down in danger and dust of morrow
Peril of the soul and mire
Held against will behind spiritual prison bars
Pain of past and present dire times
A book like Job’s suffering yet the sinner in wallow
Sick and tired out blues for all wrongs
Now it’s time for discipline then righteous living
The answer you seek lays in the meadow
Followers
I am the Vine
My Father is the Vinedresser
Pruning the fruitful to bear more upon their branch
To remain and be lasting
By unselfish love for one another
Those who do not remain in the Vine are thrown out as broken off and burned with those withered and dead
Elisha’s Gate
A dim and faint image one is
stroked with hair and oil
by the mysterious hand;
whom extravagantly exuberantly made in a vulnerable state so fragile with visions unshared
Mine eye and error filled awe and terror to the perceived devoid gap there between a swinging ocellated gate at the end of one’s insight like everywhere eyes as gods
Trail by Fire
Seeing a point on the horizon
Momento Mori
(Remember death)
Having seen faces before and behind
Momento vivere
(Remember to live)
Having sought and having known
Virtus solo nobilitus
(Virtue is the only nobility)
All is excellently well in sadness and in grief in meaningless existence
While the crowd moves south
Steps go north
Shore in every direction
But wind is of pressure force and friction as the earth spins
Counterclockwise
Better heading west than east
As if against time
What truthfulness is committed if not the very act of alignment
And can good remain in the presence of evil
How will wickedness flourish without wicked hands
Or righteousness become apart from God himself
Ask yourself these questions and hear an answer loud and clear
Where there is love there is no fear
Perfect love casts out all fear
However endeared upon
Down come the wet tears
Real Life Problem
Evolution of rhythm
Synchronicity forgiven
Because the absence is worthless
Super ocellated dreams
Rare occurrence
Front St and here we are.
Two hearts, minds, eyes, ears and hands ready to do better than last
A Song of the Homeless
Walk like a ghost
The earth is God’s
All these material things and fashions of this world
Are left by the gutter side
And this broken heart
wants no part of it,
only to rest in heaven
By the waste-side
throw it all
Doomed and damned there is no stalling — for a man who knows his calling!
Später, later on, my coward!
Loose without power
Found powerful there beside
Nothing of ours, nothing of mankind
No pleasure is mine!
“Dreaming is the imagination at work in sleep, whereas believing is reality embraced in wakefulness. “
Honesty reveals, it does not caress; this signals its urgency.
Personally, when displaying intensity, this is a willingness to sacrifice saving face for the sake of humanity or for the individual, telling them what they need to hear instead of what will gain their favor. Plainly, this is the catalyst to progress, the messy middle, and can be the determining force to breakthrough like all disciplines. This is not to be confused with a critical spirit, but one of positive truths.
When you don't see the change, the change is within you.Lorsque vous ne voyez pas le changement, le changement est en vous.
The status quo must be adverted not through pretense, but cause of action.
People look at life as it appears, as they perceive others, either with acceptance or disdain.
The Blind Witness
He could not see yet he saw
He could not describe though he foretold
He gave what he could in faith
He for-knew what wasn’t true for those without sight
His hope realized
Now who can condemn whom God has vindicated as just?
What will they do to escape a trap they’ve laid for themselves?
In order to pave the way for sincerity in solidarity, we must first find an initiative to serve a proactive solution in the hearts of humanity.Jesús nos ama
Jesus loves us
Esta terminado
It is finished
Tenemos la victoria
We have the victory
Alza tu voz iglesia
Raise your voice church
Clama a Él con fe
Cry out to Him in faith
Deja que Dios escuche tu alabanza
Let God hear your praise
Tú Señor, venciste la muerte
You Lord, you conquered death
Nada es imposible para ti
Nothing is impossible for you
Nos encanta estar en tu presencia
We love being in your presence
Jesus nuestro amor
Jesus our love
Nos amas más
You love us more
That the smallest me will do what is required to proceed to see with the mind’s eye wide open and embrace truth with bravery in heart, partnering in love with my Creator in and out of all seasons; to give freely as I am liberally provided for with a joyful eternal perspective through peace in strength and weakness.
She lies asleep
He tells her the truth
A kiss of friendship
Her turning to awake
A new dawn
Elle dort
Il lui dit la vérité
Un baiser d'amitié
Elle se retourne pour se réveiller
Une nouvelle aube
“In finding faults in others we magnify are own.”
Pacifying the discomfort with sin leads to passivity prolonging captivity which ultimately brings apathy and more of the later. The only way out is repentance.
La pacification du malaise face au péché conduit à la passivité, prolongeant la captivité et conduisant finalement à l'apathie et à davantage de cette dernière. La seule issue est la repentance.
The impression of fear is to relate the past to the present and future conjecture.
L'impression de la peur est de relier le passé à la conjecture présente et future.
Religion will get you nowhere. A life of abandon will take you everywhere. Faith is more than a relationship. It is a marriage of oneness abiding in God through his Son; forsaking the world.
La religion ne vous mènera nulle part. Une vie d'abandon vous mènera partout. La foi est plus qu'une relation. C'est un mariage d'unité demeurant en Dieu à travers son Fils ; abandonner le monde.
A Romance for You
I still believe in us
The day you see me as I see you
When our hearts unite and the world disappears
To be a shared treasure
To build and grow upon fertile land
To dance together with full joy through life’s trials
My thoughts like yours thoughts
Your dreams as my dreams
Being one in truth with peace in all circumstances
Finding that we were always meant to belong to each other
This is my prayer, my hope and commitment
For everything that concerns you to be my concern
That my strengths be fortified to your weaknesses and my weaknesses be encouraged by your strengths
Learning from one another daily with careful consideration
To ease your pain as you ease mine
What makes you cry will bring tears to me and what fills you with awe would fill me too
May the days and the years be continuous like the times and seasons within the beauty of nature
The confusion disappears
Hope becomes an edifice
As we are guided by love in one accord to be the help, the healer and inspiration we were seeking after
Awakening to a new beginning
A flower that never dies