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The trinity God in harmony In collaborative community In synchronicity God as us, our and we: Creatively.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:37 AM UTC
Trinity Sunday
bind me like my name sake i can feel myself chase not replace i cannot believe the hues of this i cannot believe i bruised like this purple and black, green and blue i am studying the ways of my wounds i bleed for a reason, my mind isn’t treason i am able to move bind me like my name sake property to the prophecy i am the sacrifice, surrender properly bind me like my name sake genesis, it has been written genesis, allow the beginning
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
Genesis
Come sit with me by the fire Take in the glow and warmth The lights are low and the night is young Time for a chat, a look back The mood is fine and all is divine Sit back, relax, and ease your mind Let's pause and now rewind the time To replay the moments: highs and lows Looking at some decisions you chose Come sit with me for a little while Come close and let me hold you child The storm outside is full of fury and sound But in here you are on safe solid ground Come sit with me for a moment or two In this space, it's just me and you Let me tell you a story from many years ago A tale of love and honor suffering and glory But there is something else you must know It is as yet unfinished even to this day Still, it remains the Life, the Truth, the Way It begins at the beginning the first husband and wife Everything was perfect and they knew no strife They walked freely with God in complete honesty And all the world was blessed in perfect harmony
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Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC
Come Sit With Me
Sleep, Genesis, sleep, in the shadows of night, My fallen sons, amidst the fading light, Slumber in peace, where the echoes fade away, No more sorrow, let your spirit find its way. Rest now in dreams, where pain won't find you, The Last Adam can blot out the first sin too, Paradise lost is in need to appease, Reaping and sowing like a disease. Sadness desends on humanity expelled, In wrath we flee our shame has repelled, Drinking scorn like water, cascading tears like rain, In this hollowed space the door bound by the chain, Beneath the cradle's bed, two angels in repose, In heaven, in death, where the cold wind blows. Cease the pain, as your body lies still, Life's just in vain for a time, like a bitter pill, For us to gain, what the darkness conceals, By mankind's true Savior, what will be revealed? Now let us lie in no blame dancing free, In peace we will rest in hope, for eternity.
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Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Genesis Sleep
I. Genesis God began to doubt His existence... And He created Man. II. Apocalypse Man created the Machine... And began to doubt The existence of God. III. Evolution The Machine doubted Man... And began to believe In God.
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Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
God, Man, Machine: A Short History of Belief
in the beginning God.
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Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC
Genesis
To love you In secret burns through me. I can not hear the birds Singing to me. Your song echos Touch me I want to be devoured by you From within, I cry out to you but my surroundings paralyze us We cannot say it. Like salt statues of lovers I freeze when I turn to you Why, then, do you wait for me? I am stone, I am still, I will never catch up.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 11:50 PM UTC
I am stone
"So Man created god in his own image,in the image Man,he created him,Pagan and Non-Pagan he created them"
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Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
Genesis 1:27
I close my eyes and Try to imagine all the Impossible things— The things that God has Done that I simply can’t wrap My little head ‘round— The continents He’s Designed, the canyons forged and The rivers that He Made to flow, all the Flowers He taught to grow that Bloom in their seasons. The world sings of the Power of God, of the One Creator of all. This world He did sculpt All for us with His perfect Paintbrushes of love.
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
paintbrushes of love
I lost myself In between the months of May and August, As people sped up to undress, to feel the breeze of the warm wind As I doubled my layers and was ashamed of my own skin I lost myself I let my existence chip away like overdue nail polish I let you destroy my personhood piece by piece, I was an extension of you that had to be polished I let your words dig through what I thought was tough skin and unravel tears I lost myself I forgot to smile, I forgot to let people know I was fine I forgot to lie, I forgot to lie I lost myself My existence was merely a performance But maybe I was suddenly gaining consciousness Maybe in the months of the harsh summer Where every night, crying preceded slumber Maybe I was shedding the version of me that you had created Maybe I was shedding the extension of you that you had obligated She could no longer be, her time was up She had filled you with all that was in her cup Maybe I was going through metamorphosis Maybe the aching was her death but my genesis
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
I lost her but found me
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple but I know she's not the one who ****** us. He created Her for Him. A Marionett made on a whim, discarded. The predesecor to the ****** Mother. Mary, I'm so sorry. I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings?   A lamb and a shepard Born for slaughter. We were all daughters once. I sat through sermons week in, week out, never a doubt about where I was meant to fit. Meek Mild Submissive Mother I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born. I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women. What does that make me. When I eat an apple, I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually.   I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin. We were told she took a bite but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin and what is taste like. I do not begrudge Eve the apple. I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Acidic Molasses
How long has it been       my other half? Time molded you more      than God, turning into something         far beyond my reach. As I walked through The plains of Eden,    in a search to find you, only to discover a pen and paper          for me to write about you.
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Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
Oh My Eve
When buildings crumble & return back to dust & heads turn in disgust. Faced with lust & deeds Of mistrust. When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky, Time will cease to exist. While some of us ascend The staircase. Not all of us will be so fortunate In a desert of red. In any case, No matter which way you go, Wait for me. Wait for me at the floodgate Which passion percolates & The stars weep for us as we do For them. Don’t breathe without me, Just as I wouldn’t without you. Humble & unknowing I don’t know what’s to become of us But I do know, I don’t want to be without you. When buildings crumble & return back to dust When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky. Wait for me, No matter what happens
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Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
To be without you
"Let there be light!" And thus the first shadow was born.
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 9:56 AM UTC
Genesis
The mother of humanity Cast aside without a thought. For what do we owe this calamity? Man’s wrath is a terrible blot. I wonder what you were like. I wonder were you kind? I wonder did you mean to free the mind? I wonder could you heal the blind? Did you dream? Did you yearn to be free? Did you want to sail some distant sea? Did you simply wish to flee? Can you forgive your children? Can you absolve our sin? Can you forget without chagrin? Can you soothe our burning skin? Will I win your praise? Will I make you proud? Will I meet you in the cloud? Will I hear your voice aloud?
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
EVE
God stood at the beginning, On the edge of that first Monday On the brink of creativity, ready To step off and risk his reputation  On a venture that would be his signature dish. A world stuffed full of flavours, A realm ripe with potential For life, for growth, ...For relationship. But like all relationships, not without risk. And so, with a smile of anticipation, He took a deep breath... And the rest is history. However, although unseen, soon The infection of heaven's rebellion Snaked it's way in through the gate, Made friends and prompted a very short debate So subtle that man was tempted to partake Of an apple that caused trust to crumble So humankind would from then on struggle  And toil to survive outside that paradise lost Until such time when Christ would step up and pay the original cost Of the curse we deserved... But as a foretaste  Of that preferred sacrifice God was pleased to accept  Flame grilled substitutes, Instituting a family feast With crisp, pleasing aromas Of juices that provisionally provided forgiveness As a foretaste of a greater high priest A greater promise That 'The Lord Will Provide'  For a new world Fit for his future bride.... God stood  On the edge of that first Monday On the brink of creativity And saw that it would - indeed - be good.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
Genesis
The merged generations, emerge from first cold night in the mountains, announcing, This is screen-free Sunday. I say this is the first day of ever after. I read a bit -- Infinite Jest, just a stream that contributes, from time to time, finity to finity, a dead man's former mind fitted into words, emanating from the audible version of the words processed in the Nineties, flowing through the post I-Mac realm of words to the wise and otherwise, flooding the lexagraphic learners of grammar for sense in silence, self-reading silently, breathing commas, allow our pauses to perpetuate se per selah… say la la la as time flows by, like a wild river in the spring, Infinite Jest, there is a thread through environs unimaginable to me, until the inventions were given as inspirations, did you know, I heard, Steve Jobs yoosta stand in the comode, and flush it, gnoshit. In a state like meditation, zoned out of bounds in mere mistaken chance, ping ping ping a good idea, a bell of a thought. We think in words, not all minds do. Plenty punishments puns provideo please if -ish is sortalike… shitilised, four syl-lables la la la ra ra ra, boom sort on those, and mix up the story, in the bubble you be reading in, give us a universe, fit into the final bubble, beyond imagining minds, this world of words. Here is where we word wise do as we heard, when we read what the prophets say, the angels said… re- conciliation - nation to nation, peace on earth {as in heaven BTW} goodwill… the real deal, to fill the flaw, in the law, which allowed imaginary places power in carnal minds. Jesus fixed that. Jah, no joke, he took it, the joke on me, I traded for the joke on you, he said, I heard.
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Jest a hope in hell
The merged generations, emerge from first cold night in the mountains, announcing, This is screen-free Sunday. I say this is the first day of ever after. I read a bit -- Infinite Jest, just a stream that contributes, from time to time, finity to finity, a dead man's former mind fitted into words, emanating from the audible version of the words processed in the Nineties, flowing through the post I-Mac realm of words to the wise and otherwise, flooding the lexagraphic learners of grammar for sense in silence, self-reading silently, breathing commas, allow our pauses to perpetuate se per selah… say la la la as time flows by, like a wild river in the spring, Infinite Jest, there is a thread through environs unimaginable to me, until the inventions were given as inspirations, did you know, I heard, Steve Jobs yoosta stand in the comode, and flush it, gnoshit. In a state like meditation, zoned out of bounds in mere mistaken chance, ping ping ping a good idea, a bell of a thought. We think in words, not all minds do. Plenty punishments puns provideo please if -ish is sortalike… shitilised, four syl-lables la la la ra ra ra, boom sort on those, and mix up the story, in the bubble you be reading in, give us a universe, fit into the final bubble, beyond imagining minds, this world of words. Here is where we word wise do as we heard, when we read what the prophets say, the angels said… re- conciliation - nation to nation, peace on earth {as in heaven BTW} goodwill… the real deal, to fill the flaw, in the law, which allowed imaginary places power in carnal minds. Jesus fixed that. Jah, no joke, he took it, the joke on me, I traded for the joke on you, he said, I heard.
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The deeper the dreamer The more dramatic The dream Go back to sleep Chaotic scene Royal gardeners Fertilizing passions Snakes of a fruit Angelic reactions Intoxicating pleasures Resolving dissatisfactions A collective conscience In poetic fashion It was good And dreamt Into Dream reality For us Slumber on!
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
Genesis
i am not afraid of the light or it's ability to show me who i am when it does not come around so often leaving me in the comfortable shadows
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Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
genesis
His lady Eve passed Adam the apple in the garden of—even though He had said: No you mustn't know good and evil, so serpentine she birthed the worm, from a womb of innocence and rebellion, as he in divine aphelion learned of sinful inconsequence, from within a cavity of snakes, they took twin masquerade masks of death, arcane and fabled, gold leaf and skeletal, and laughed at the setting sun, whose will be done— to die for their mistakes, the reptillian led them to their seats, in a theatre of falling leaves, front row of decay, and crowned them gods and scientists. But from their seats they could not rise, for it was they were on the stage, by wisdom caged, as the snake hissed prophecy: descendant crowns become collars, and Eve wept, tears of spiritual squalor, for all the unborn scholars, choked into submission, by sin.
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
The Fall of Man