#genesis
The trinity God in harmony
In collaborative community
In synchronicity
God as us, our and we:
Creatively.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:37 AM UTC
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
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
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
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC
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.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
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.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
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.
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 11:50 PM UTC
"So Man created god in his own image,in the image Man,he created him,Pagan and Non-Pagan he created them"
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
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.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
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
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
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.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
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.
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
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
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
"Let there be light!"
And thus the first shadow was born.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 9:56 AM UTC
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?
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
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.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
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.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
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!
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
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
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
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.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC