#conquerors
I say to you You ARE gods! Nevertheless you shall fall to the
Dust like Kings
And die as any Prince.
You will rot in your tombs Surrounded by gold And the Sands of the Ages Will cover you. You will not be discovered Or called to Mind. Even the Archaeologists will fail you. As with you So with Napoleon and Hitler Lenin and Stalin Will go their way. And lie down in the dust beside you. All the great and glorious of the Nations Will be with you for company And Man will go on; And forget still more. All the great prides of all the Nations Are soon forgotten. We will rise to the Stars
And leave you all behind. And Rome and Egypt will be but names in the Wind...
And the Green World will orbit
Still around itself And whirl about its Star the Sun
around itself unstopped Unchecked Till all the ages pass...
The Sun will ride the Galaxies wheel In company with zillions:
And you will be forgotten. Yes proud Conquerors Utterly forgotten!
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
A mutated earthling—
From an elitist experiment—
Burst with thorns and limbs,— yet too little to be seen,— That struck mines— Into landslides.
Through and through,— to species and things
A coast to coast hunter— that becomes a Gremlin ********** and thrilled by a prophet, foretold—
"A ditty hatband to put in flute,— is a note of sphere bullets."
For the meantime, hear the Chieftain's announcement:
"The folly is the naked; as the prudent is the masked—
No one should be phlegmatic in this game,—
For all of you should be sensitive— Unless, if you want to be an elsewhere's feast
Do not act— like a pearl with a great price!"
Soldiers cluttered in passageways,— For Pirates are Ubiquitous thieves
An assemble of frontiers hosed and geared— of wrought bodies— with uncertain prone.
In this war, together—
Barricades of water and bricks— Our chances to be unleashed,— From a long concealment,— To be sooner conquerors of intruders' exile.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
Blood dripped from the walls of my brain and i am hurt.
Wished that it could disappear as how i wish i didn't exist.
Been through storms and seas but never quite liked the memories that didn't seem to cease.
Broken glass made up my eyes and I couldn't see through the fog that seem to become ice.
But the Sun still shone. Its rays still sat on my school uniform and I didn't want to give up.
Happier now, i sat in my room.
Listened to a song that said "fight on, fighter."
I wanted to destroy myself with more than a lighter, but the urge made me a stronger fighter.
The memories and thoughts still linger.
But with the scratched and scars, the light in me grew brighter.
and i became a fighter.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
He steps in and our expectations ascend above the deep frustration, the anticipation felt by all creation as we bound into our liberation.
He steps in and we step out of age old bonds into endowed freedom, responding to the answer to our tears and groans and tears with redemption born of our adoption as children into a family kingdom.
He steps in and our patient hope is emboldened by Spirit-inspired words beyond words reaching deepest down, heart from heart to the throne of thrones.
He steps in and so we stand with purpose in the divine presence, secure beside divine representation.
He steps in and choses us for gracious generosity with ultimate justification against all criticism, against all condemnation.
We step up in his image, secured in love beyond separation.
We step up, more than conquerors.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC