#newjerusalem
I could not stay, without an escort
we traveled under the seven heavens
and only later did I realize that
up there are the souls
of Adam – expelled just like us
John and Jesus – the messengers
Joseph – rejected by his family
and Enoch – the living teacher
Aaron – still loved
Moses – the patient
in the desert of unbelief
and Abraham – the first to surrender
With borrowed eyes I see
under the heavenly light the radiant
new Jerusalem, the city
that we are going to build here
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
I used to write when a pen and ink were the tools we used
but
then I got cofused by predictive text
(which never worked then)
did it?
so now if there is a now or is it then? when I have this existential crisis
I have no pen to poke my eyes out or scribble words out or rip a scripture on papyrus,
there's just us
declining yet advancing
in our years
reclining in the armchairs
climbing up the
back stairs
I used to have shares in this
now
I'm a part of it
don't let them sell you **** and
call it jello,
that's my advice for
what it's worth
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
i.
Amain we wilt ascend to the blue,
Passed the stars-
Planet's to.
ii.
Thou shalt wear a ring
Made of sapphire;
Refined, and new,
Glazed betwixt the fire.
iii.
Loving thee, thou loving me
athwart a topaz pass, and sea's of
Glass; wherein hope doth last
And bird's soar free.
iv.
None more reasons to be in need,
God's the light of the city we'll see;
God is love, God's above, God is
Light and bright, as all is right-
In his presence await's
All that's clean.
v.
We'll see color's, turquoise green-
We'll see hue's, mankind's
Not seen.
vi.
Men's faith hath darkened
From selfishness and greed;
We must be the light's, the cities upon the hilltop's, wherein the dark
Dost fail; wherein God's breath
Dost breathe.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
*let's take a stroll through
flowing sheets, as they waltz
to dappled, sunlit beats
let's reach for crystal door-handles
cool to touch, prismatic to eye;
and floorboards creaking secrets
of seasons lost, to years gone by--
one day they shall rise again
to display their former splendour*
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC