#archangel - Hello Poetry

The seven churches of the seven chakras , now moving through the light spectrum , holds seven lamps for a secret realm . ☆ He will command His angels in concern for you , and guard you on your path . ☆ Four beasts of base desire you will conquer , emitting waves of light from your crown . Satan is your ego and the mark removed by devotion . ☆ The Water of Life , the essence of purification . Holy Michael of Revelations in a wave of heavenly fire , we now call for restoration , as above and so below .

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Oct 7, 2024

Oct 7, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC

matthew-bright

Sunday Prayer

The seven churches of the seven chakras , now moving through the light spectrum , holds seven lamps for a secret realm . ☆ He will command His angels in concern for you , and guard you on your path . ☆ Four beasts of base desire you will conquer , emitting waves of light from your crown . Satan is your ego and the mark removed by devotion . ☆ The Water of Life , the essence of purification . Holy Michael of Revelations in a wave of heavenly fire , we now call for restoration , as above and so below .

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The angel whose name is Ariel , arrives in purple smoke , with access to an elixir of limitless age , opens a portal over our world . ☆ She controls all the timelines brings energy to Earth , connects spirit to the ethereal realm of The Monad enthroned . ☆ Seven cups of water on a white marble shelf , in a scented columned portico that is open to the sky . ☆ Flowing through an auric field , an ocean of glowing gold spheres , see all the kings and queens of the world bow down at the end of all Time .

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Oct 5, 2024

Oct 5, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC

matthew-bright

Ariel

The angel whose name is Ariel , arrives in purple smoke , with access to an elixir of limitless age , opens a portal over our world . ☆ She controls all the timelines brings energy to Earth , connects spirit to the ethereal realm of The Monad enthroned . ☆ Seven cups of water on a white marble shelf , in a scented columned portico that is open to the sky . ☆ Flowing through an auric field , an ocean of glowing gold spheres , see all the kings and queens of the world bow down at the end of all Time .

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She -- was seen and born of stars . An evil sorceress had fixed a malevolent eye on her person and would go against Goddess and Pneuma , but she would be rescued by a warrior . ☆ Now -- adrift between worlds , in a sea of intuition and hermetic communication , she glimpses an owl , sometimes a messenger of death , and moves toward the Altar of Fire . ☆ Energy -- Matter , Psyche and Spirit , as it came in that progression , all timelines flowed through her , sacred law and ritual , until the mysteries of all Nature were revealed , by Metatron , angel of blessings and dreams . ☆ She -- would know the taste of victory , she will not be denied . No debased or lesser being would cross her path , not to feel the sting of her sword steel . Till she would take her place in Heaven , with the lion and the faun .

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Oct 2, 2024

Oct 2, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC

matthew-bright

She

She -- was seen and born of stars . An evil sorceress had fixed a malevolent eye on her person and would go against Goddess and Pneuma , but she would be rescued by a warrior . ☆ Now -- adrift between worlds , in a sea of intuition and hermetic communication , she glimpses an owl , sometimes a messenger of death , and moves toward the Altar of Fire . ☆ Energy -- Matter , Psyche and Spirit , as it came in that progression , all timelines flowed through her , sacred law and ritual , until the mysteries of all Nature were revealed , by Metatron , angel of blessings and dreams . ☆ She -- would know the taste of victory , she will not be denied . No debased or lesser being would cross her path , not to feel the sting of her sword steel . Till she would take her place in Heaven , with the lion and the faun .

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Heaven is an Eye fixed atop a triangle embossed along panes of stained glass in a burst of color and embedded on a transom above an arrangement of young Amish girls - one of them flipping me the bird. white bonnets shining inside the dark street and red reflections of the night. God is in a mirror reflected across one thousand other mirrors held by a single hand and adjusted thereby so that the light would be refracted through a bent corridor in time bending and extending through far away dimensions that i don't even know about. Beauty lies in the 6 skinny trees i water on the fifth day drinking coffee when i see one thousand rose petals drying like the shores of the salton sea and the six trees like a hexagram of six dragons like Heaven over Heaven in the sky. one time I saw this image in my mind when i closed my eyes a vision of fire shaped like a phoenix burned across the red horizon of my mind. beyond the black behind the lids of my eyes there is a red horizon over inner city deserts, bird beaks buried in the sand. I must honor the body’s lived experience yet not give it any credence over Spirit. its like i was being taken over and consumed by a Greater Being. it pressed all my memories up against hard glass. different angles through extra spectrums - it was raining hard prisms It was like laser beams everywhere. like heaven over heaven in the sky. I was ripping off layers like a nest of ten rattlesnakes tangled up in braided rope. now there are magnets that float around inside my head. there are times i don’t know if I’m doing the thinking - or the listening - or whose doing the talking but there are magnets floating in my cerebral spinal fluid and they are electric and they are on fire. and if i only had binoculars then I could see the singularity, the gift of eternal life at the eschaton. Heaven is the wind that lifts me up by the insides. i relax so deeply into the present sometimes i forget to breathe - were it not for the magnets inside my spine pulling me toward the singularity and the eschaton and the Bright Lights. there are such amazing playlists on spotify artists and genres i’ve never even heard of. thank God someone figured out what these emotions sound like. benedictions in southern pennsylvania on the JBL charge 4 and i think i’m starting to accept that life in the earth plane is a baptism by electric fire. Glory be to God in the highest for sending me His messenger winging words made of silver helix strands of vibrating concept complexes so the mercury can bring the sulfur to the salt. I throw my head back and laugh like a junkyard dog. i’ve been searching for the philosopher’s stone for years! i just called the chase by other names and searched for it where i thought it was to be found, where they told me it would be: court street and MLK blvd, Newark, NJ, trap house, Grant St, Hazelton, PA, the American Club, red light district, Agana, Guam. somewhere in the Pacific or a fist full of wax bags from my partner **** down pembroke outside bethlehem, PA and a ten pack of clean B and Ds, small gauge, waiting for me on his kitchen table. Heaven over Heaven in the sky. I checked my phone over three hundred times today. mostly this is a wretched habit of unconscious hand but quite often the Everywhere Spirit gives me personalized messages of rapid ascension via all the “woke” social media handles. there is a fire inside my heart and it burns me from the inside. sometimes it opens so wide you can fit the whole world in there and not lose any elbow room. and the magnets carry me to the tallest pedestal in the sky where everyone can hear and i tell them everything is going to be ok. i’ve seen the bad path and i’ve walked it and God placed magnets in my blood and i made it back alive and all the church bells are ringing. the Holy Ghosts of our ancestors rejoice for the cutting of the silver chords so they can all fly away home to heaven. and through the grave yards that lost their church bells with the churches i walk with bells in my hands and i ring them so that all the ghosts can go home. we had a heart opener one night. we all sat around the floor and opened our hearts for each other. they opened so wide that it rained electric fire to where everyone could see it and that makes for a good memory. but nothing is as it seems, nor is it otherwise and my heart can suddenly slam closed like the cellar door of leatherface’s texas prairie subterranean basement lair. and i’ve been there before but the fire in my heart shines upon the faces of the all devil’s dark armada and they don’t scare me anymore, such is the brilliance of the flame, and such is the pull of the magnets god placed inside my blood. its been more than ten winters since court street, newark. but to this day i think sometimes about that frozen cat lying by the curb. stiff from all the jersey winter night prowlin freezing up it’s blood. my heart was closed that day, hiding all my fire. but if I saw that cat today, why… i would open my heart so wide that winter would be no more and all the frozen hearts of our fathers and our mothers would burst wide with such love that the Earth would tremble and all the neutron stars would shoot across the red horizons of our mind and the light of heaven would be reflected in the mirrors of our eyes. and this light would be so bright that all the archangels and the devas would be out of a job. God is in the pinprick of light fastened to the back of the long tunnels of my eyes. God is in the space after the release of my preoccupation with the opinions others hold of me God is in the street light shining on an amish girl flipping me the bird. By Jordan Gee

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Nov 20, 2021

Nov 20, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC

LonesomeDub

blood magnets

Heaven is an Eye fixed atop a triangle embossed along panes of stained glass in a burst of color and embedded on a transom above an arrangement of young Amish girls - one of them flipping me the bird. white bonnets shining inside the dark street and red reflections of the night. God is in a mirror reflected across one thousand other mirrors held by a single hand and adjusted thereby so that the light would be refracted through a bent corridor in time bending and extending through far away dimensions that i don't even know about. Beauty lies in the 6 skinny trees i water on the fifth day drinking coffee when i see one thousand rose petals drying like the shores of the salton sea and the six trees like a hexagram of six dragons like Heaven over Heaven in the sky. one time I saw this image in my mind when i closed my eyes a vision of fire shaped like a phoenix burned across the red horizon of my mind. beyond the black behind the lids of my eyes there is a red horizon over inner city deserts, bird beaks buried in the sand. I must honor the body’s lived experience yet not give it any credence over Spirit. its like i was being taken over and consumed by a Greater Being. it pressed all my memories up against hard glass. different angles through extra spectrums - it was raining hard prisms It was like laser beams everywhere. like heaven over heaven in the sky. I was ripping off layers like a nest of ten rattlesnakes tangled up in braided rope. now there are magnets that float around inside my head. there are times i don’t know if I’m doing the thinking - or the listening - or whose doing the talking but there are magnets floating in my cerebral spinal fluid and they are electric and they are on fire. and if i only had binoculars then I could see the singularity, the gift of eternal life at the eschaton. Heaven is the wind that lifts me up by the insides. i relax so deeply into the present sometimes i forget to breathe - were it not for the magnets inside my spine pulling me toward the singularity and the eschaton and the Bright Lights. there are such amazing playlists on spotify artists and genres i’ve never even heard of. thank God someone figured out what these emotions sound like. benedictions in southern pennsylvania on the JBL charge 4 and i think i’m starting to accept that life in the earth plane is a baptism by electric fire. Glory be to God in the highest for sending me His messenger winging words made of silver helix strands of vibrating concept complexes so the mercury can bring the sulfur to the salt. I throw my head back and laugh like a junkyard dog. i’ve been searching for the philosopher’s stone for years! i just called the chase by other names and searched for it where i thought it was to be found, where they told me it would be: court street and MLK blvd, Newark, NJ, trap house, Grant St, Hazelton, PA, the American Club, red light district, Agana, Guam. somewhere in the Pacific or a fist full of wax bags from my partner **** down pembroke outside bethlehem, PA and a ten pack of clean B and Ds, small gauge, waiting for me on his kitchen table. Heaven over Heaven in the sky. I checked my phone over three hundred times today. mostly this is a wretched habit of unconscious hand but quite often the Everywhere Spirit gives me personalized messages of rapid ascension via all the “woke” social media handles. there is a fire inside my heart and it burns me from the inside. sometimes it opens so wide you can fit the whole world in there and not lose any elbow room. and the magnets carry me to the tallest pedestal in the sky where everyone can hear and i tell them everything is going to be ok. i’ve seen the bad path and i’ve walked it and God placed magnets in my blood and i made it back alive and all the church bells are ringing. the Holy Ghosts of our ancestors rejoice for the cutting of the silver chords so they can all fly away home to heaven. and through the grave yards that lost their church bells with the churches i walk with bells in my hands and i ring them so that all the ghosts can go home. we had a heart opener one night. we all sat around the floor and opened our hearts for each other. they opened so wide that it rained electric fire to where everyone could see it and that makes for a good memory. but nothing is as it seems, nor is it otherwise and my heart can suddenly slam closed like the cellar door of leatherface’s texas prairie subterranean basement lair. and i’ve been there before but the fire in my heart shines upon the faces of the all devil’s dark armada and they don’t scare me anymore, such is the brilliance of the flame, and such is the pull of the magnets god placed inside my blood. its been more than ten winters since court street, newark. but to this day i think sometimes about that frozen cat lying by the curb. stiff from all the jersey winter night prowlin freezing up it’s blood. my heart was closed that day, hiding all my fire. but if I saw that cat today, why… i would open my heart so wide that winter would be no more and all the frozen hearts of our fathers and our mothers would burst wide with such love that the Earth would tremble and all the neutron stars would shoot across the red horizons of our mind and the light of heaven would be reflected in the mirrors of our eyes. and this light would be so bright that all the archangels and the devas would be out of a job. God is in the pinprick of light fastened to the back of the long tunnels of my eyes. God is in the space after the release of my preoccupation with the opinions others hold of me God is in the street light shining on an amish girl flipping me the bird. By Jordan Gee

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So over All this bad luck Stuck on repeat Misfortune is a clumsy duck Falling, tripping over it's own two feet Told I'm strong Told it'll all be okay But if I were strong Why must this pain be so long? Remaining, oh to stay, Promises, promises, Too many vows But each one I shall keep To stay stronger than stone On a stage, deep bows, Miles to go before I sleep Shivering to the bone But I am not alone Awaiting are those who care Those who dare To share Their time with me Set me free Running wild Earth crunching beneath my feet Nearby, the buzzing of a bee My, feeling free like a child Let me run wild Heart tender and mild Easily broken Yet on display Given a token A part in the song, you shall play Sing me a song Play the melody Now, it won't be long "Just one more.", I plea Another note Of the song you wrote Written across the pages Destined to be on stages Hold me When I ask you to leave For I am testing you Please, hold me, When I ask you let me be For times, I grieve, But please, do not leave Seated on my own Reaching out for you Take my hand Make your presence known I need you To hold me in the dark To guide me, be my light Hold me, darling please, When the light fades, Tell me you'll be there with me Help me be the person I'm supposed to be There's sometimes when I don't wanna wake up Don't let me go, don't let me go, I need backup To let my colors show, let my colors show I don't know what will become of me Help me through the dark Only you hold the key Heal every mark When the light fades And it's just you and me Breath in sync Heartbeat for heartbeat When the hope begins to fail, sinking deeper, Somehow I feel your heat Your light burning in the dark Saving me, oh you save me, My hero, my angel My archangel - Jay M December 30th, 2019

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Dec 30, 2019

Dec 30, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC

Wandering_Spirit

My Archangel

So over All this bad luck Stuck on repeat Misfortune is a clumsy duck Falling, tripping over it's own two feet Told I'm strong Told it'll all be okay But if I were strong Why must this pain be so long? Remaining, oh to stay, Promises, promises, Too many vows But each one I shall keep To stay stronger than stone On a stage, deep bows, Miles to go before I sleep Shivering to the bone But I am not alone Awaiting are those who care Those who dare To share Their time with me Set me free Running wild Earth crunching beneath my feet Nearby, the buzzing of a bee My, feeling free like a child Let me run wild Heart tender and mild Easily broken Yet on display Given a token A part in the song, you shall play Sing me a song Play the melody Now, it won't be long "Just one more.", I plea Another note Of the song you wrote Written across the pages Destined to be on stages Hold me When I ask you to leave For I am testing you Please, hold me, When I ask you let me be For times, I grieve, But please, do not leave Seated on my own Reaching out for you Take my hand Make your presence known I need you To hold me in the dark To guide me, be my light Hold me, darling please, When the light fades, Tell me you'll be there with me Help me be the person I'm supposed to be There's sometimes when I don't wanna wake up Don't let me go, don't let me go, I need backup To let my colors show, let my colors show I don't know what will become of me Help me through the dark Only you hold the key Heal every mark When the light fades And it's just you and me Breath in sync Heartbeat for heartbeat When the hope begins to fail, sinking deeper, Somehow I feel your heat Your light burning in the dark Saving me, oh you save me, My hero, my angel My archangel - Jay M December 30th, 2019

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Like the Archangel You defend those in battle But in your battle Against the Devil You've lost a part of you, An important part of you, And now you're wholly gone

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC

nothingisasitseems

Michael

Like the Archangel You defend those in battle But in your battle Against the Devil You've lost a part of you, An important part of you, And now you're wholly gone

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visit me in darkness your wings hold me in grace protect my heart, my wholeness just hold me in this space in your arms i have respite the pain briefly i release lend me your fiery sword to fight so i can find some inner peace

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC

AkiraAngel

- archangel -

visit me in darkness your wings hold me in grace protect my heart, my wholeness just hold me in this space in your arms i have respite the pain briefly i release lend me your fiery sword to fight so i can find some inner peace

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With my archangel by my side I'm fulfilling my dreams. She's whispering me towards the right direction. I feel empowered next to her. We have a lion's strength and courage. I know I'll be exactly where I need to be. I don't doubt her power for a second.

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC

Haruharu

Ariel

With my archangel by my side I'm fulfilling my dreams. She's whispering me towards the right direction. I feel empowered next to her. We have a lion's strength and courage. I know I'll be exactly where I need to be. I don't doubt her power for a second.

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God's son was Michael the Archangel before his birth. But he was named Jesus Christ when he came to Earth. Michael the Archangel was his name. He resurrected the dead and healed the lame. When God sent us Jesus, it was one of the greatest things he's ever done. When I die, I will go to Heaven and I will be with God's magnificent son.

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC

randy-johnson

Michael The Archangel

God's son was Michael the Archangel before his birth. But he was named Jesus Christ when he came to Earth. Michael the Archangel was his name. He resurrected the dead and healed the lame. When God sent us Jesus, it was one of the greatest things he's ever done. When I die, I will go to Heaven and I will be with God's magnificent son.

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Sometimes I’m scared of the archangel Because he looks so much like Lucifer I’ve wondered how much he’s fallen from the grace That God so much wanted him to have Sometimes I lie in bed and overthink until my head hurts Because I can’t stand to close my eyes I’ve always wondered how much closer I am Than from where I started yesterday And its days like these When all I can think about are the sins I’ve committed And all the pain I’ve caused But sometimes I can’t help it. Sometimes I just keep falling Hoping someone will catch me Sometimes I keep falling Knowing no one will love me. So I’ll just keep falling.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC

hihaley

Falling Love

Sometimes I’m scared of the archangel Because he looks so much like Lucifer I’ve wondered how much he’s fallen from the grace That God so much wanted him to have Sometimes I lie in bed and overthink until my head hurts Because I can’t stand to close my eyes I’ve always wondered how much closer I am Than from where I started yesterday And its days like these When all I can think about are the sins I’ve committed And all the pain I’ve caused But sometimes I can’t help it. Sometimes I just keep falling Hoping someone will catch me Sometimes I keep falling Knowing no one will love me. So I’ll just keep falling.

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