Emerged excitedly from
Every eager elevation,
Entering the evening:
Sonnet Tennis: Italian OpenWayfarer, thy heart weeps for a promise in vain
How oft wilt thou cry your woes to the Almighty
Adrift amidst the waters that seek to smite thee
Upon the rocks of distant shores where might is main?
Near the shores, wilt thou find such closure from thy pain
Like waves crashing the shores, flowing as He decreed,
Though currents push thy progress back, and blood may bleed,
And veiled are truths that once in happier times were plain?
"I had sought from my Lord, an audience, for naught
Nay! For His will was done, not to have His justice served
Alas, thus I weep, and hence does my soul suffer.
Though slow his promises appear to those distraught,
His face in anger hidden, not to be observed,
But still I cling, my faith made strong though times be tougher."
Sonnet Tennis: English OpenIf I must count this lonely world enough,
My portion and inheritance in full,
these "truths" ye beseech, cry foul of thine bluff
For I take pride in this harvest I've tolled.
Ambition keeps me company, no want
Have I when all I long for is an end,
The means to strive is Fate decreed, to haunt
those who deny it - Lo! I am content!
But if 'tis in your ill-laid plots to cross
My own, and in this crassly interfere,
For thou wants thine inner demons aroused?
Thine intent is doubtful; Of death, beware
My wrath will not be lightly mollified
My dear, your soul was damned when you denied.
Psalm 119 ProjectAbove all things, O Lord, your Word remains
And captures me with sweet refrains:
A song of joy and love that never fails
Although my fading flesh travails--
Afflicted by the consequence of sin.
Acknowledge me, O God, begin
An awesome work, a miracle, for I
Adore and lift your name on high.
Both blood and water flow down from his side,
Broken now, I turned my eyes and cried.
Breathless, ill, and choked with all my tears,
Bound by utter impotence and fears.
But though the sight is grim, I start to feel
Beginnings of a life that lives for real.
Before the cross of Him who died for me,
Bespattered by his righteous blood, I'm free.
Come to rule and then to try us:
Christ, the King of earth and sea.
Crucified, rejected by us:
Christ who seeks us jealously.
Calling us to hold his hand:
Christ, our Savior, Son of Man.
Can we follow, though we sin?
Christ forgives and lets us in.
Days of defeat are close at hand:
Daunted, but I understand
Death as nothing but a thrill,
Deigning you as greater s
Your ChildrenWhat do you see when you look at your children?
Our huddled masses, cramped in cityscapes
Where blindness blunders, and the darkness drapes
Our deepest hearts of hearts, and all intentions
Are mere pretensions held up by the tension
Of paradigms that act as mere escapes
From harsh realities we dare not mention.
What do you see when you look at your children?
Our little infant minds, when we are told
That happiness cannot be bought or sold,
But that it can be seized, and so we're pleased
To chase whatever plaything leaves us teased,
For items red or black or green or gold
That temporarily leave us appeased.
What do you see when you look at your children?
Our playdates, rough-and-tumble playground brawls
For sandbox glory, soaring swings, and dolls
That girls play out ideals and boys may steal
For all the balls, until the final peal
For mealtime sounds and we must eat. It falls
That all that we imagined was not real.
ZZephyrs glide above the waves,
Zooming forth from him who saves.
Zigzags leaping toward the shore,
Zeniths reach to long for more.
Zest of life he gives to bless,
Zeroed debt when I confess.
Zealously I search for you,
Zion, city made anew.
YYears of dedication will progress
Yarns of love and faithfulness:
Young one, hold his presence close,
Yield to him, be not morose.
Yell for joy and shout his praise,
Yes, call his name for all your days.
Yearn for all He is, and see
Your spirit set alive and free.
XExchanged for lies, this savage world
Excludes the truth that's been unfurled.
Exhausted, lay your burdens down,
Extend your hand, hold out your crown.
Examine all your heart contains,
Exterminate the old remains:
Expect the new to rise like Christ,
Exalted in His sacrifice.
WWho resurrects our dying hearts
Where judgment ends and mercy starts?
Why chase the hollowness of hate
When all life's shadows dissipate?
We look to Him who saves alone
With souls that long to be at home:
Wartorn, tugged between two worlds,
Windswept yet still tightly furled.
A Frozen Ballad, Part VICoronation Day
A coronation grander none
Had witnessed till that day,
As Heimr Arnadalr rang
Out from the church's bay.
The queen, with blue gown and a cape
Of regal purple, stood
As prayers from the bishop blessed
Her reign with every good:
"Eternal God and Lord of Hosts
Who gives grace to the uttermost,
Now bless this land of Arendelle
And all who in this realm dwell.
Grant wisdom, grace, and favor to
Queen Elsa, for your will to do.
Though mighty be the storms of strife,
Preserve our Queen through all her life!"
And with this benediction's end,
The bishop took the crown
And placed it on Queen Elsa's head
In humbleness bowed down.
He offered next the orb and scepter,
Symbols of her rule,
And in her eyes he thought he saw
A look that had him fooled.
Twas not the gleam of triumph there,
No bravery appeared,
Instead, her eyes belied that they
Had seen just what she feared.
Her gloves were on. He coughed but once,
And made his message clear:
That she must touch with her own hands
To Yefiri Tou Hronou Το Γεφύρι Του Χρόνου
στο γεφύρι του Χρόνου
το παιχνίδι του τρόμου.
Μα νέος δειλιάζω
σ' αυτό το κακό
Μια μάχη, μια λέξη,
I'M STILL HEREAn aching heart you have carried with you since the day
you thought my spirit had gone away,
but dearest beloved, I never could leave you, a place
of love you made for me all of my living years, your face
with tenderness and inner light I basked in its glow,
and the many kisses you lavished on me sweeter than a rainbow.
I haven't left you, please know this infinite Truth,
to you and your love I am stuck like glue,
you just can't see me though I wish you could
but I haven't left you, I never would,
let me ease the pain you carry in your heart
since the day you believed our spirits did part...
During my last mortal hours I knew I wasn't alone,
your love eased the gateway for my spirit to roam,
but I didn't go far...in your aura I am now curled,
never to leave the one who loved me, in your aura I can now be found,
aglow with the love we shared, please feel me around.
Remember the times I hid among the fuscia leaves,
you couldn't see me but you knew nearby I still cleaved,
that's how it is
Hell through my EyesHell through my Eyes
How best to kill the wraith that dwells inside?
This song of all endings, playing from my heart
The lyrics plague, leaving aftertaste so tart
I pray and lie, in my head I can’t hide
Tears and hollow misery none can bide
This is torment eternal, Hell in part
The wounds are yet fresh, bloodletting as art
This is not death, just a life ill applied
But if fixation dwells on the obscene
How am I to laugh if Heaven prevails?
It is not my place to know, I can tell
This is how I make sense of what I’ve seen
The answer is spelled with two boards, three nails
If He views through my eyes, He has seen Hell
Manannan mac LirAncient one rising from the foam
ocean his home
lord of the sea
hear sailors plea.
Commander of winds and thunder
brings souls under
guide to the dead
but feel not dread.
Tempting kings with offered treasure
life is pleasure
trickster at heart
knows magic art.
Cerulean in the Upper SpaceEverything is nothing but a blue abstraction--
A mirror of the home once I knew before.
Eyes like the ocean wild, a mirror reflection...
Wonder I, is this the color of my soul?
Pulse it, feel it, the clouds themselves are blue.
The fair oblivion is nothing but a deeply profound azul.
The body electric sings, and buildings around distort
To some rich cerulean sky beyond the upper Space,
The purple ribbons float on alien wings,
Dance about my vision as they sing.
Come to me, you prophets of forgotten memory,
Tell me why you perplex with this unsaid message?
Am I insane, or is the world's sanity a delusion?
A turquoise mind that floats forlorn in nightmare,
To be survived only in the blood millennium old,
Passed down by minds from another world.
I can't tell if these visions of an electric city
Are of the future, or an eon passed.
The cerulean blood screams of memory
That I never knew I thought I ever had.
And then You came, and showed me a way,
And now it's more clear than a crystal sky.
Eye switch shakes beerMe thinks
Of Lies and days
A magic witches' brew
that poisons me
shifty eyeball stew
Corrupts that which
The eye he cast upon me
that drives the judgement bus
has Torn me
far from You
I no longer
bears our trust
The eye that always
in the sky
me thinks this
third eye Spell is cast
a Capital 'I'
A curse upon
the shaking spear
ensures this spell
If you should seek
to dent his 'I'
His story shows
Poem - Take Not That RoadTake Not That Road
Poem for Day 062 – 201411224
Take not that road,
the one that leads to ruin.
Take not that road,
the one that leads to death.
So says the seer,
viewer of the future.
The time to come
is clearly in their sights.
I left the house,
a destination in my mind.
The seer was my spouse,
she worried fates most unkind.
The night was fluid,
two destinations I had in mind.
Both photography included,
But first to the art show divine.
Fire, fashion, and more:
fantastic music and acts galore.
I shot the Cirkus,
and snapped the fashion show.
Contra called me,
dance was beating in my blood.
The trip was never made.
To more pictures I was swayed.
Wasted Wine played on.
Discordia flashed steel and fire.
To these sights I was drawn.
My camera captured shots admired.
The Cirkus on again!
Partner acro, bed of nails,
to swallow and walk glass prevailed.
All done, too late to dance!
I headed home straight away.
The road led to my safety.
I took not the other road,
the one that lead to
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The king said to Daniel, “Surely your God is the God of gods [Elah Elahin] and the Lord of kings and a revealer of mysteries, for you were able to reveal this mystery.”