#seraphim
She runs rampant,
Dancing with the demons,
While the angels
Flutter dauntless above.
A combination of both,
She is,
Filled with endless, burning love.
Eyes of flames,
That lick at the lips,
And a mouth,
Of sinful wit and smoke.
She has a laugh,
That draws lovers near,
And snakes to Eden.
And her tears,
Which shake the world,
And make Heaven itself cry.
She is perfect.
And she is a monster.
She is the fiery one,
With six, great wings
To hold her high above it all.
Enjoy the view,
But do not be fooled,
She is the fiery one,
With the deepest depths to fall.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
In a flash of silent thunder
You appeared like an angel
The rain wetting your hair
Sticking to your face
Your wings were made of light
Void of liquid
No feathers to be matted by precipitation
You cast upon me your gentle gaze of stone like jade
Your white gown was weighed down by nothing but water from the clouds
There was no sun to brighten the planet
You lit up the entire earth by simply being
My heart falters as I think back to that moment
You fell to the ground, wings dimming as the moon rose
I had fallen to my knees
In awe of the beauty of dying seraphim
Tears mingled with the sobbing of the sky
I didn't dare to come any closer
But I could hear your sweet words
Poetry sang in my ears
Love songs told stories of a life I would never know
Until that point
I had thought I understood what it meant to live
But I could never truly live
Nor could I understand
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 2:32 AM UTC
They may pray to God and his divinity
Of which to me, is nothing more than a false reality
Oh the sinners and saints can burn
For only a holy angel will stir up my concern
Oh dear angel, a six-winged creature
Cover your face, your feet, and oh you fly
Oh, dear angel, I fear you not
Please just enchant me with those eyes
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
~you know who and what is your true nature~
~~~
Special Prayer for Protection at Night
*In the name of Adonai the God of Israel:
May the angel Michael be at my right,
and the angel Gabriel be at my left;
and in front of me the angel Uriel,
and behind me the angel Raphael...
and above my head the Sh'khinah (Divine Presence)*
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Angels gather in chilly skies,
Floating down to kiss the ground.
Their silent songs are gathered there,
Upon a landscape cold and bare.
Gentle wings on an icy prayer,
Paint the world with frosty dreams.
Cherubs dancing through the air,
Time stands still or so it seems.
Seraphim descend,
Messengers from heaven above.
Blanketing a quiet earth
With peaceful, tender, healing love.
The winds have changed,
Sweet songs remain
But night grows long
As the moonlight wanes
Spirits waltz across the field
As clouds are gently swept away.
Wielding starlight, night remains
An angel’s keep through autumn’s deep.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
Bright Seraphim in glorious light
Existing for God's praise
You circle Him in endless flight
You dip and soar with grace
Six wing's angels, silver robed
You fly above His throne
His brilliant glory shines and strobes
You lift your voice as one
Holy Holy Holy
Holy is the Lamb
He, the One unchanging
The faithful Son of Man
O, Seraphim, lovely as gems
Yet can't behold the beams
Of the light that brings renewal
And causes you to sing
You cover up your glowing eyes
With crystal feathers bright
For God's glory undisguised
Would blind you with it's might
Yet through your feathers you still see
Our Lord's spectrum's glow
Until in heaven he shall be
These hues no man can know
(chorus)
Faces in ecstatic pose
You sing in beauty found
Only in this glorious host
So lifted from the ground
O, Seraphim, bright jewels of God
You are a mighty throng
Lord Jehovah you will laud
And raise His praise with song
(chorus)
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/28/2016
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
An old angelic poet went flying
one drab and tempestuous night.
Upon the clouds he rested
as the fallen angels were in his sight.
Whence all angel's were together
Serving their mighty God.
Now separated by good and evil
By free will the hellion hadst lost.
Their spaceships were ablazed
And their crown's they wore as king's.
Their wing's we're ivory crystalline
And their thunderous aura like electricity didst ring...
A trace of cherub dust they left behind in the sky
Telepathically knowing, today their wing's shalt fly...
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim riders, in the sky.......
Their countenance unearhtly, their eye's lit
Their batas all drenched by unseen blood.
Their flying hard to get those hellion
But they've lost one of their ship's.
Because it's their duty, to protect the all powerful God
They sweep by force in by million's, with lightning bolts as Rod's.
As the chariot Master's swept by the ghouls
The ghoulies calleth out their names,
The serpahim said to the ghoulies
Go back to hell from whence thou came.
And hellion its to late to changeth thy ways, thou made a bad choice..... So the Hellion's retreated, back to their doom of fiery noise....
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim rider's in the sky,
Serpahim rider's in the sky
Serpahim rider's in the sky......
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
want to delight
two minds and hearts
call-up Angels,
Darda'il to protect
Seraphim to cherish
Raphael to heal
Uriel to guide
you & i
effortlessly
all the ways
and
let the supremacy of Sandalphon
naturally meet up both hearts
grant unlimited blessings
for incredible love, health, and prosperity
beyond reasons of minds
because chaste hearts and minds
are in an amalgam body and spirit
you & i
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Choral songs sung
in corpus mixtum,
perpetual rehearsal
within the cathedral
turned to mere stone
-only 1 or 2 heathens
in the bunch-
Liberated from speech,
pagans, and plainness
-like Liberace and his hair-
upperish limit: written
music, and past that?
Prayer
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Beyond the lurid hills of wonder and the mirror lake,
A land of livelihood and mirthful wake.
Where seraphim touch the facade of nature's beauty,
Where nephilim perform their sacred duty.
The vast expanse of ethereal asunder,
The demons quake in its peaceful slumber.
A paradise for few where the holy once held,
Now the desires to consecrate purposes will meld.
The fruitful trees of an innocuous test,
Which hold the desires of men in its breadth.
The wary traveler dare not stay,
For in the garden will you shy away.
Breathe the breath of a thousand days,
Yearn for the fruit from an eternal wage.
The garden of life, the garden of sages.
The angels will call, and to the cull shall sin fall.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC