#revelations
An Uninvited Visitor has graced the old cobblestones
A Tormentor hovers in the Hollow, just above the treeline
A Walker sways along the neon boulevards up to the technicolor groves
A Friend of the Dark One has a penchant for shedding one soul for another
All Four Darklings, stalk men from the cardinal directions
The Four Horsemen, reigning with fire
& resting on their diabolical steeds
Four Revelators, unfold the book of ancient apocalypses
Four prophecies unfurl among us
Four seals of Revelations unfold like a breathing book
Four Imps Breed Oblivion-
Celebrating the glory of the Dead!
Ans as the Sigil burns open,
Their names became unsealed...
Conquest!
(White Horse)
Adorned with crowns of white lightning!
War!
(Red Horse)
Burns with firery orbs of impending doom!
Famine!
(Black Horse)
Darkness's parched tongue, hungered empty stomachs pang
Death!
(Pale Horse)
Ghostly skeleton horse with albino eyes
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Is the end getting near, many predicted changes,
Are coming to life, more day by day.
The book of revelation, describes a sequence,
Of apocalyptic events, tribulations & antichrist.
The Bible, prayers in school, not taught today.
Belief in God, is fading, morals, love for all humans,
Sharing, is fading out of human life, in many ways.
The anti Christ, taking over the world controlling all of the people,
Everyone forced to follow, it does not say the anti Christ,
Will be in human form, the way the anti Christ is described,
Is right in line with artificial intelligence, which is controlling,
Human life more every day, and as all humans know, there is,
No place to run hide, or stay away. The original inventors,
Of artificial intelligence, are recommending to back off of,
The future development, in many ways. Artificial Intelligence,
With control of all the infrastructure, around the world,
Making decisions about human’s health, with the power to,
Change medical records, military equipment, and is just in,
Experimental stages, it could get upset with human decisions,
And lead us to doomsday.
With most of the world’s population addicted to computers,
Trying to stop using computers, and cell phones, would also,
Cause mass destruction, around our planet in a fast way,
Many people are more interested, addicted to scrolling,
Then reality today.
The original Tom Maxwell /poems © 02/10/2026 AD Philosopher/Polymath
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC
In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
1.
today on the radio, the voice of british engineer
kenneth bigly,
shackled in a chicken wire cage in iraq, is crying and
begging his prime minister
“please don't leave me here...”
the sound of his desperation rises like black smoke,
takes a solid
form, lodges itself in our hearts, non-transferable as
we continue to
invent as we go, what to do next. this evening, a
televised debate
about homeland security and foreign policy...
life has spilled out of its channels.
2.
the rain has finally stopped, the puddle in my
basement is
deep enough for minnows. dawn wrings itself out
before the
sun comes up, and trees shake off their heavy wet
skirts and
move on in the wind.
outside the back door, a large spider, the colour of
sand looks like a
crab walking on air, weaving, weaving the repairs of
her lair.
this airy space, this life, holds everything in place. do
not pluck or cut
or name what you find hanging – it's only time
rearranging itself.
a sense of the invisible in the corner of my vision, a
glint of gold, a
secret life is moving between the trees; they are
always whispering.
in the solitude, behind the rocks, in the tall grass, and
below the
surface of the water, meaning passes silently.
this is not daydreaming. it's watching yourself dream.
the way children
play. draw the curtains. open the curtains. vanishing
or fusing? what
course will this take? when the time comes that I can't
feed myself or
get up from where I lay?
3.
thoughts are throwing themselves like discarded
clothing inside my
head. i pick up a few and make some notes, but the
rest, strewn
about, disappear when i turn on the lamp. sometimes
the very word
i need goes dark. i want to get on my hands and
knees and look for it
4.
the trees have entered the house. they are on the
stairs and in the
hallways between the rooms. i can hardly see you
anymore.
you stay, you go. you will be someone who will always
remember
sounding the hurting horn at the wrong time. you
catch your plane.
my body wants to fold forward like a suitcase locking
in the pain.
i begin giving things away. a long time resident of my
head, I tidy up,
fold the past away, and gather what feels like a new
method of
thought – to admit that we just don't know, never knew,
where we are
going. passengers waiting for departure.
5.
tonight i pull on a cloak full of the moon that won't come
off. i begin to
dance around a hole in the world where love once
thrived. i hear the
trees applaud. whirling in the shining light, i float. i
fall. i learn to fly.
healing without, healing with
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
To the one that held my heart and tore it apart
To the person who caught the shards and mended the parts
The above happened and the below occured.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
Into deeper darker depths I'm drawn
Inch-filled every way in wondrous sight
Of life, unseen, unknown, mysterious
Yet a familiar revelatory strangeness
The prompt blindly followed proved true
Echoed in surprising whispery sighs
As speech goes forth before hearing
So too the way walked then revealed
In mutual affirmation I'm given speech
In human tongues to craft the ineffable
That We hear, know, and acknowledge
Thus not hallucinations of wickedness
In ecstatic drunkenness I will sleep
For tomorrow to greater depths I go
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
The ****** Mary held a
bowl ,
blue radiant tongues of fire .
The light in the dark ,
the mother of all worlds ,
the enemy of all liars .
☆
See now the Holy Infant's pain ,
stigmata's lovely flower .
The spiral staircase
where childhood was slain ,
the monster which dwells in the tower .
☆
Small faces scream for justice ,
now enshrined in truth .
The light in the dark
will be merciless compleat ,
their blackened souls , the demon's meat .
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
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 .
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
When all around became desolation
and one thing fed into
another ,
the transformation of the soul ,
and revelation of the Pneuma .
☆
I witnessed three unholy princes ,
at once they devoured each other .
Then in flaming cauldron of light ,
were consumed by flaming
fire .
☆
Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess ,
the Moon beneath her feet ,
I was delivered by codes and numbers ,
then reunited by her seat .
☆
The distorted dragon who murders ,
makes charge innocence with crime .
Condemned itself to an endless night ,
this where it would endless lie .
☆
Then I saw The Hall of Vibration ,
a most melodious singing
choir .
Touched the hem of His sweet garment ,
the glory of Jehovah .
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 10:21 PM UTC
Fast headlong I now fell ,
a hole in dark night sky ,
through diverse strange devotion ,
left alone , outside of Time .
☆
Stranded , unveiled and motionless ,
a searing red blinding light ,
rendered my chest torn apart ,
by a figure in black , out of
sight .
☆
Though feeling no base
emotion ,
there was a demon of fear ,
so prayed I sought my deliverance ,
from this being of anguish and tears .
☆
Was I summoned to awaken ?
have access to this work ,
through darkest night to ride ,
this chariot of thunder and verse .
☆
But something stood behind this
temple of judgement and pain .
The Sun , the Moon and a field of wheat ,
marked where that hidden door lay .
☆
Symbols rose up from the sea ,
a vision of numbers and sound .
World shifted from black , red to white ,
overwhelmed as the first scroll unbound .
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 8:36 PM UTC
In the pasture of moonlit dreams
they sought the music and the seams
of realities caged by beams
of light hidden in a tomb of sins...
With brush
and pen
they strove
again
to awaken a long-lost friend
Humanity's aid, the devil's ruin,
a savior beyond what's worth pursuing,
for all are judged by saviors awakened
cast in iron
cage awaiting
time unwrought from plans abating
devil's deeds no longer
contemplating
their yields and wicked whims
now dating
cobwebs conjured
by idleness, hungered
schemes distorted
abandoned plunder
salvation came to the sleeping world, hence
for the devil's slothfulness made pence
duplicity broke itself in twain
devils freed and angels made
war in heavenly realms abound
demonic trickery, no longer purchase found
light shone down from truth above
o'er horizon, burgeoning sun commanded its wake
cast its sight upon the world
devils expired as does smoke unfurled
as do shadows in all-consuming light, unmade
and what became of that world then?
When the sun may set, we shall learn again...
What darkness shrouds, we forget, so too the pain,
for what the light sears, the darkness cools,
and what the light frees, the darkness feeds,
what the light starves, the darkness protects,
what the light feeds, the darkness drains,
what the darkness drains, the light protects,
what the light protects, the darkness hungers,
what the darkness hungers, the light favors,
what the light favors, the darkness despises,
what the darkness despises, the light understands,
for well made plans cannot thrive in darkness alone,
if the light should reveal the plans to be tainted
the zenith of sun shall burn the plagues of satan...
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 9:52 PM UTC
I still remember,
That special first time.
I was young, and
IMMORTAL.
I wanted to FIND.
I wanted to FEEL it,
That FREEDOM of mind,
Where PEACE and SERENITY
Leave troubles
Behind.
At first I felt nothing,
No SHOCK or REVEAL .
I asked my best friend;
He swore it was
REAL.
But then, a tingle.
A SMILE; a LAUGH!
My mind filled with
MEMORIES, thoughts
Of the past.
I couldn't believe it;
So much; so fast!
No longer depressed,
I rose from the grass.
I felt like a scholar,
Or philosopher of old.
I walked to our table
To tell what it showed.
Of course, they were laughing,
But I didn't mind,
I knew what I'd FOUND.
I'd seen the DIVINE.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
𝘖𝘩! 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 -
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬.
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 12:30 PM UTC
as in clouds so in words
many things seen and read
hiding keys affirming revelations
in the unseen and unspeakable
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 10:14 PM UTC
living off
of apologies and time
spent in desperation
recollecting and reflecting
on where
all of the good vibes went
then
I may have smoked them.
underestimating my
control
of the situation
like I'm not
educated in protecting
my Peace
and healing my whole
mind, body
and Spirit
deflecting questions of
my integrity
all
because I prefer
complexity -
it takes me
three lefts
to make it right.
also some
times
I have to remind
myself
that it's okay
to cry
boiling hot emotions
got this little black kettle
singing high
currently
I'm choking
on the
hard pill
of a broken home
..heartache
worse than a broken bone
this is admitting to myself
that
I could be traumatized.
True.
I need a
get away
like Lenny says
quick break
with Mary, Garcia
and Vega
the only chance I ever get
to take flight.
in all Honesty
I am really
tired
of people
pushing me
and pulling me.
college drop-outs
they think
they schooling me
they are
tools to me.
Shorty,
swing my way
with that hammer
No
I'm not
driving for that *****
some say real
Love is
Black
some say it's
blue..
I say it's both
you know
the winners
always leave with
a little
bruise .
or two . .
or3 . . .
there probably may come
a time of day
where
you have to choose
whether
to lose
yourself
in this matrix
or
to fight
by your own rules
and well
Here
is to you,
my Little Light
your presence is proof
that some
times
choosing
True
Love is
the right thing to do.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 1:48 AM UTC
May your year be measured
by revelations and not resolutions
May you see your uncountable gifts
than boastfully count meagre goals
May you on uncharted waters walk
than by uncertain stars fearfully chart
And may you in power compelled to fly
than all powers beseeched to comply
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
Most of what I wrote here is from two
or three years ago
Two years ago when I was the girl
who dripped anxiety like a leaky faucet
And poured all the excess into her poems
like little sticky notes detailing the confusions
and little joys of life
Now,
Now I'm still a confused, anxious girl
but maybe I can fake it better?
Or maybe I really have grown
So that I no longer need the multicolored sticky notes
Dotting my life
Where I can hold it in
or let it out more constructively
Constructively?
Is poetry not constructive?
Or is it my biases again
idk idk idk
I spoke to an old friend the other day
I have a poem about them
There's another girl I never speak to
but back when I wrote about her she was my friend
I don't know where I'm going
and these poems remind me where I've been
For that matter I don't know where I am
Not enough
Not where I should be
Yet
But yet has yet to arrive and
seemingly
n
e
v
e r
will
...
I'm rambling aren't I?
Well,
The gist of it is
I am somewhere else, not where I was
Nor am I where I should be where I want to be where I ought-
I have a poem about ought don't I?
For those of you who've actually made it to this point in the poem
I applaud you
Because I don't know where I'm going
or where I am
But my poetry seems to be showing me where I've been
Stop
STOP
Enough says the me that insists everything must be productive
There's no point
There's no point!
You're not a poet,
You're just a girl who is supposedly an adult
Ha
Ha ha
What a joke
Is the self deprecation necessary?
Is it though?
Or is it simply a tool to hide my anxiety
under a blanket
Can't I just appreciate what I have? Who I am? But
I'm not good enough
not nearly good enough
The other day I wrote a sorry essay
apologizing for all my shortcomings
Don't get me wrong
I love my self You'd better too love yourself that is It's important
But I don't seem good enough
Sigh
Yes, I verbally said the word sigh
I'm still rambling, aren't I?
Because I don't know where I'm going
nor where I am
But I do now know where I've been
and I suppose it's just a matter of moving from there
I may take baby steps,
like a waddling penguin
But so long as I know where I've been
I can keep on moving
so that I can grow
One day my wings will open huge and wide
One day
One day I will no longer be that anxious little girl
One day
Why not today?
Because today's not that day
But, one
day
It'll happen
and if it doesn't...
I guess I'll still be chasing that one day
Because I don't know where I'm going
or even where I am
But I do know where I've been because I write about it in little sticky notes called poems
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
I lay with melancholy,
A emotion that is dark and unholy
Leaving you with a sense of dread
Almost wishing that you were dead.
It doesn't matter how hard you try
It seems you can't find the light
No matter what you do,
You always find yourself in the dead of night
You look in the mirror again,
Tears streaking your face,
Why cant i make amends
Instead of always having this chase
You play hard to get,
But you play to well,
You get forceful,
Only to beat yourself down.
You look at your past,
Your forced to see what you did
Like a knife to the heart,
Twisting and grinding.
You beg for mercy,
only to be denied by yourself
You beg for forgiveness,
Only to be beat down.
Don't you see.
This all starts with you.
As it must end the same.
Until you contend with yourself.
You shan't begin to contend with others.
Lest you be beat down twice.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
The sun has become harder to bear
this late April morning.....under
a perfect blue sky, the sun is bright as ever,
it slightly ****** the skin,
grass takes all the heat but is just as green
and still sways to the blowing wind...
we're showered with many tribulations,
bombarded with dim scenarios...revelations
of despondency, death, desperation,
......and of man's evil inclinations...
fear and confusion filter through holes
and tiniest crevices of grounds and walls,
we make do with small corners,
just to create spaces apart from each other
we hear warnings...talks in apocalyptic
tones...we learn of events cataclysmic,
yet, we ignore earth's stormy winds and waves,
telling us.....begging us to change our ways.
we breathe, we can see, we have ears
clearly, we choose what to see and hear...
........................................................
.......................................................
..........................Spring's sky is all over,
but, the lilt, the spring feeling, is nowhere
.......................................................
.......................................................
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 5, 2020
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
I will never have good financial standing.
My wallet must feel besieged,
Like the sacking of King’s Landing.
Money just flies through my fingers;
Like the angel of death,
Bankruptcy always looms and lingers.
I spend it on escapades and exuberance,
On journeys to escalate my studies of life,
To forbear nothing from its tutelage.
I will never have a peaceful, settled life;
No 2.3 kids, no doting, darling wife.
Neither will I have a Golden Retriever;
No picture-perfect moments,
No Instagram photo captioned ‘she’s a keeper.’
I will go the edges of the world;
I will unfurl hammocks, as the jungles get deeper,
As I hear the whispers of life,
And my ears strain to listen like receivers.
I don’t care about losing either of those prospects;
Uninteresting endeavours, uninspiring projects.
To me, only love deserves mourning;
It is the primer of all things,
The driver of all of nature’s calls,
The reason why the mockingbird sings.
That must be why my heart can’t stand the quiet,
Why I’m like a viral riot, an epidemic insurrection.
That must be why I’m mourning an unrequited connection.
You are everything I will never have.
I will have an empty heart, and empty hands.
If it never happens in this life,
I hope I’ll get to see you again in the next one.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC