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Sequestered May 2016
Forever O' Lord, Thy Word is established...
Never wavering like leaf tossed about in the wind;
But is steadfast to fulfill as accomplished,
That very purpose from the start it was designed.

But amidst the soul of the dead of the night,
Wolves in sheep clothing secretly crept into the fold;
Tares they sowed amongst the seeds of light,
Then nurtured their darkness until they became bold.

With words most sublime many they deceived,
Dressing the Word of God in coats of many colours;
Leading those who heeded and gladly received,
Astray from the Cross into the pathway of grandeur.

A den and refuge of thieves they recreated,
From sanctuaries once known as places of prayer...
Covetousness sanctimoniously consecrated,
From God's altars their incense engulfed every layer.

Their deeds ridiculed the righteousness of God,
That the holiness of this upright God is ill spoken of.
Yet at every street corner they cry "Lord, Lord!"
But these open display like the Pharisees aren't enough.

Quickly they forgot God can never be mocked,
But all will someday reap whatsoever evil they sowed...
Like weeds from Garden of Eden were plucked,
Surely shall they be cut and burned like ***** of old.
Accountability
"Furthermore, many will follow their brazen conduct,*+ and because of them the way of the truth will be spoken of abusively.+ Also, they will greedily exploit you with counterfeit words. But their judgment, decided long ago,+ is not moving slowly, and their destruction is not sleeping.+"
[2 Peter 2:2, 3.]
Sequestered May 2016
Most enchanted amongst souls,
Once embraced by crystalline sunrays;
Kissed by those luscious lips of moonlight,
Walked amidst twinkling stars...

Now this same soul spits out fury...
Anger, enthroned in the altar of her *****;
Rage, roared and pounced like a wildcat;
Poison, brewed malicious vengeance...

Still, this wounded but wild tempest...
Her every raging storm, my whole must enwrap;
Breathe again, my delight into this candlelight,
Made wildfire by this windstorm of mine.
How can you break my heart and tell me you still love me?
Sequestered May 2016
Begotten as plain as naked could be,
Rejected for sheer innocence and purity;
Simplicity was woven as complexity
And was reborn from the abyss of obscurity.

As that feeling of intense affection,
Grown as romance into ****** attachment;
'Was wholly accepted for all she is not,
As carnality swallowed every commitment.

Yet we all crave to experience this lie,
Who was never embraced in her true form;
But in the falsehood she has become...
To this veiled, all of humanity still conform.

She walks into folk's lives as forming...
Every iota of sincerity thrown to the wind;
As desire overwhelms logic with magic,
Reality breathes as fairytale into mankind.

Suddenly magic starts fading into logic,
Pretense is soon confronted by brick walls.
Here, she's exposed to folks as storming,
Where the first disagreement and fight calls.

But folks soon learn to agree to disagree,
Because intense affection is seriously at stake.
She is then manifested solely as norming;
Relationship becomes comprise of give and take.

Understanding beams her rays of hope
Into these two souls entwined into conforming,
To salvage romance and ****** affection
And then, she's finally revealed as performing.

But she is not all of what we made her be,
Until unveiled as she really was, is and want to be;
Hearts sold into her will always be broken,
But she is love and never been blind but can see.

She's simply robed in the apparel of patience,
A tunic that is never envious, proud nor arrogant;
And embroiled with respect and selflessness...
Her heart not looks is what makes her most elegant.
A poem written on how to Survive Love.

Love comes in a blur of in coherent stages, that come and go. But in the end if we look back is all too recognizable.

A poem about the stages of love and how it feels to one's core. Or....you guess it...how to survive love...
Sequestered May 2016
She's as wild as a wolf,
As wanton as a whorish witch,
As wicked as a werewolf;
As woman's allure bewitched.

She rules the dark night
In magnificence of full moon
And reigns with sunlight
As glorious splendor of noon.

Eyes lensed with emerald;
Whose stare hypnotizes and kills.
Her synergy an evil herald,
To bloods of the souls she spills.

Her innocence's deceptive,
Her beauty men just couldn't resist;
Mistaken as being receptive,
Their unbridled lusts cease to exist.
Sequestered May 2016
She burned for him
All daylong;
Waited all nightlong
But he didn't show up.
Expectation
Drowned inside wine;
Intoxicating
Her with disappointment...

Despair dressed desire
In depression;
Embracing her existence.
Sequestered May 2016
I'm that opposite side of light,
That other side of you;
Scared and ashamed of your light,
But brazen in my darkness.

I'm not where you ever want to be
When my darkness falls...
Inside my head lies your worst nightmare
You wished you never had.

But I embrace beauty within darkness
Because I'm a very dark place.
Darkness saw alluring beauty within me
I'm where it want to reside.
"My head is a dark place"
Sequestered May 2016
Chained
Against her will,
Pained
From her ill;
Hope complained.
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