"annointed" poems
Broken flesh, infected in dissolute.
We tend to dispute our vision of the world seeing only black and white.
Our eyes decieve us blatantly concealing the harmonic view of a one race with different shades.
Philia filling my heart with philosophies of what love actually is.
Conforming to the emotions of our soul drifting towards carnality.
Seduced by the luring sweet scent that our desires tend to offer often leading to our spirits fatality.
A promise is yet to come. A sacrifice made for us with the Annointed One hanging under inri. We forget our mistakes are not irreversible and He gave us the chance to live with Him for eternity.
Agape. The love so beautiful its tangability pushes us towards Him even when our lifes are resisting. His love being the cure to my absence and His peace being the sustainter of my life...so who am i to barricade you from His real love.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***
Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
Blow Job .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one
She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving
The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing
Trying
But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said
They left her there
Their own Flag
Made for Flying
Not Dying
Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called
To take her
From the Pole
Where
She had
Been left
Hanging
A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross
Annointed Colors
Life
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
The clouds race golden
As be chariots
The sun is born
Like the deviants
As gusts of wind
****** the thoughts
Underdressed
The chest it coughs
While Major Clank
On wheels and stub
Bellows out and
Rubs the nub
Then by runes
the best made plans
Test the dikes
And angst of dams
The age of truth
The youth desired
Across the space
without the wires
The universe comes
In a box
Neatly packed
Shelved , detoxed
And all because
Annointed by rain
The blue sky morning
Clouds it's pain
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
I spied a mighty albatross
Blue-eyed as coral stone
With heavenly wings borne like a cross
Adrift aloft alone
A speckled snow-capped mountain crown
Adorned the canopy
Upon her white quill-feathered gown
Explorer of the sea
No wonderland of wintry ice
Has thawed unto her touch
Nor sand-annointed paradise
Played harbour to her clutch
The shimmered sun and shadowed moon
Are beacons born to be
Her rooftop lights through livelong flights
Explorer of the sea
What maid foresworn to solitude
And shackled by her chains
Has tasted of a servitude
And dreamt not of the reins?
Imprisoned thus each land-lorn day
By neither lock nor key
How must your beaten heart dismay
Explorer of the sea?
As time the drifter slinks away
Upon an ebbing tide
I watch you fade from dusk-lit grey
To night’s eternal void
And left bereft and to atone
The deepest sins of me
I wonder who is more alone
Explorer of the sea?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
my body yearns for her
the salty waters of birth
the powdered sands
of earth and dead crustaceans
her breath of brine
and heartbeat
encircling my senses
my soul yearns for her
the womb of life
the sounds of her tides
lulling me into slumber
the warm arms of her beaches
i long to be blinded
by the silver of her waters
to be annointed
by her cascading waves
i long to return
to the ocean
to the infinite wonders
that she holds
for me to carry home
to die and fade
away from her love
my Mistress calls me
my Mistress calls me....
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
In this cup
Taken from thee
Flows blood from mine
And tears of thine
Both doth mingle
A holy union
From wine to water
Base pleasure is God
Sonne emerge at dawn
From this cup.
You I mark - the
Annointed one
Annointed from above
Annointed with a cross
Bear this Cross, angel.
In this chalice
In my holy chalice
Mine!
Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 3:01 AM UTC
A cake of nurture and dreams
Made with the love of a maternal hand
Held to its core by an annointed candle
One of many belaying darkness
Until the wish emerges from your dream
A pouted blow, subtle to caress the wish
If the blowing soul has not the conviction
A full blooded blow will transpire
The smoke enthused wish rises
carrying with grace to ones deity on high
The rayless candle lifted inspires a cakely breath
A magnetic capacious attraction to all
Benediction now stored within its sweetly core
A knifely treaty made with sacrificial cake
Good, vented to the riven soul
A bonding gift, a cakely slice
for each companion
Consumed with temporal appetite
Binding memory to this day
Heralding ones peace with this earthly year
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
I woke up and wrote your letter
The Morning sun wash shining
After a long rainy night
I spent it trying to understand
How I am supposed to float
How the trees are supposed to wrap and squeeze
The raven on his branch
****** harm of the moon
White light through forest seeps
Forget the meaning of a moment
Pressing on the tile
How your skin was warm
And your hands alright
Fire burned from Hades that day
And the claws of demons reached up
To scratch my screams
Your parables are a common monolouge
******* in my brain
Revalations and Galatians, Ezekial, Jeremiah
John the APOSTLE to christ
Was exiled to the island Patmos
A bullet would put my brain on ice
Character Speech of Naked demons
Pouring Fire onto the world
to ash
to ash
to ash
The seven seals
Breath the ash in and out
Standing strong footed in the Millenium
Where he rules again
With an iron rod
Despair
Rebellion Screams in the blood of your young heart
A spray of ****** violence against a creator of lust
and love
and pain
and ash
The prince of peace
Whose blood anointed the sins of the childerens childrens children
Speeding up to heaven on winged steeds
Let your words pierce my armor
Unto my very bones
It is better than this pain I feel
Your own annointed son
Bleeding on an alter
Incense swirling this
I wish the mounains
Would fall upon me
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
Feet firmly planted.
Eyes peering into ciy lights . My old friends had waited patiently.
The merry go round would stop. The hurdy gurdy would stop with
Deafening silence. As if what.
As if the token was never paid.
As if the effort was never made.
As if the book ran out of pages with no happy ending.
Optional. Washed away. History told by the one eyed griot
Who had long since gone deaf.long ago lost a marble. But could not
Do the tally.
As if nothing matters but the most recent revision.
As if trutth was a street walker working for her next fix.
As if the distortion was a virtue.
Years in the salt mines. Drudgery and dillusion paassing for
Infinite hope. The yolk bit deep the lash was a given annointed
as saviour.
As if the piper played for gratis.
As if the contract was written in wine.
As if one side payed while the other played.
Blood is thicker than *****
Like minds meld in commonality.
The twig lays close to the branch
As if that is the last word.
As if all is wellin mudvill.
As if Casey put it over the fence.
As if.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
I knew a man caught up in paradise
Who stepped beyond this flesh curtain
Long enough to see for certain
Sights that strive against the eyes
He walked a path that angels trod
Weaving his way through seraphim
Ducking mighty cherubim
Onward to the house of God
There he walked among the martyr
Men who'd bent but did not break
Women who had faced the stake
Who's belief they would not barter
On beyond untainted orchard
Onward over the crystal lake
Leaving memories in his wake
On to the house of the lord
Finally he stood at the foot
Of a cliff at eternity's edge
Staring out over the ledge
At a people caked in soot
Out over his former life
His mangled body fraught with flaws
His weary spirit bound with laws
That twisted his side like a knife
And at that moment he understood
It wasn't in his fate to stay
In mountains where the angels play
The must return to cities crude
And all of heaven heard his cry
"Please take this thorn from my side
That I might stand with pride
Before it is my day to die"
But pride was not to be his fate
And as with all who are loyal
But not yet annointed with oil
Until his day of glory waits
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Gone is he with flourished brush
Gone to ether, turned to dust,
Left are but his remnant strokes
On canvass old, congealed with must.
Gone the Masters touch in oil
Annointed with his maddened aire,
Wilding eyes of palest blue
Strawberry his touseled hair.
Pointilism's Prince no more
Adorns high Artesanian throne,
Wretchedly we mortals weep
Where giants, once, would boldly roam.
M.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
See, once many moons ago,
by a single solit'ry sun,
I met a cat nominated Liam,
and above him was his thumb,
Twas a good thumb,
twas the best thumb,
unspun the skin cells were silkest
and yet, when reassembled,
not that ilk. It's (Whaaaaaat?)
She was a tough and callous blemish
that he'd relish, totally cherish
'till he'd perish, (not embellished
tales true, but tails lie)
and Lasquisha for all her balance
and her posture
all her talents
Gideon knot who'll accost ya, with her roster's
Fox'd-ya-got-cha talons
(oooooooooooooooooooo)
This Liam was a good old cat
a tabby cat, not big and black,
but orange, mangy, super slack
deranged, estranged and caged in slack
with slipper feet, and coddled back,
he sat in chair that lazy sack
and when the doorbell called his track
he shirked the effort needed, whack!
Lashquisha, see, she was another
met our cat before this brother
Set her sights on not a smother
but, acknowledged rites of other.
So lashquisha with her sight so true
and thumb eluding tyrants skew
so set about to be anew
not thumb or (k)not, nor nails too,
and that was where I'd met these two
well first the cat and then the shoe
for sock was never needed, who
would hide themselves from their own view?
Lashquisha when I met that thumb
surprised not I by glove of fun
and *** and ***** layered un-
derneath the figure Liam strum.
See Liam knew his thumb so well
he knew the thumb twas not a shell
that caged the angry men that fell
to clipping when their partners tell.
For thumb a partner never is
unless like me you've ****** the quiz
and ended up a pointless shiv
in side of angry hornets nest.
And rest assured the thumbs annointed
given by their partners pointed
comments feeling slightly daunted
by need to act their best.
Attest they do the thumbs that chew
And unrest is left by plough and brew
But then again a thumb are you?
And me, and we, and I?
So tru....
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
Cosmic Debris
Cover your head and run away
chicken little all abluster
the sky is falling so they say
the bolide explosions from above
stole the thunder from larger DA14
but this is not the only cosmic debris
and Frank had warned us so long ago
I'm talking about the jive talk brother
from the politicians that we elected
entrusted our world with
too many seem to think it appears
that they were appointed with papal providence
as though GOD herself, or himself
had annointed their specialness
and dam the torpedos full speed ahead
they rule with arrogance and yet
yet we elect new ones every time
Frank also warned us about the yellow snow
I hope most of us paid attention on that one
cause we can't seem to get the aforementioned correct
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Through an all consuming
ever looming
self-entombing
slow death march
they slogged along
growing strong
by right of wrong
through hate
they berate conflate inflate implicate in a quest to initiate
all those withering Souls
who follow
without reason
behind those bent
who's Soul intent.. is eradication invalidation
so that even those
who avert their eyes
from this aberration
Still follow
one step one stone
one more who does condone believing
somehow time will allow
the ability to atone
to take back
what they already own
And yet ...
by division indecision miscreant dreams seen through aberrant visions
painted on
the nonexistent headstones
Of those
deemed Unworthy of condolence
When the heavy hand of Injustice Whispers you can trust us
"listen not to the neurosyphilitic rot that the weak-minded speak
for We Are The Chosen
The American creed
the annointed Anglo breed
who have fought hard
with righteousness
Appointed
to achieve
the America that God intended
as HIS emissaries
we are the righteously pure ordained Warriors
as WE now take..
possession
of our pure white Nation
our building Stone
to create anew
that
which is to be the new state !"
Oh you fools !
you withering Souls
YOU who slogged along
through the swamps of intolerance toward a place ..you thought
you would belong
Unfortunately forgot
to anticipate
That the haters
will always need someone
to berate denigrate and to Hate !
So ...who are you again ?
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;
But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;
Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
The periapt otiose stone helotage that the tactiturn builders
Rejected at Golgotha, bode the heart of Heaven has now
Become the corner-stone henting the regal worm of worms
With temerity of the spire of spires; And they look ignominious
Upon the necromancer that they pierced testifying a vision of
Living beings, a saviour, an insuperable scorned man,
The maxim of kings, the miracle man of blood and water
Invidiously feeling despised crying out loud;
''Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani'',
Whom the ill-starred crucified and divided purloin his robes
At the rolling of dice. Yet still God raised from death much alike
The Nazarene himself had disintered Lazarus, resurrecting after
Four days his friend buried at Bethany; alike too Tabitha
Which (Simon), Peter, presented before the widows and believers
commanding alive in the name of the Almighty Holy Lord
From the clutches of the darkened Sun, clinging to the
Dark side of the moon within a star-less sky
Annointed the way to the Father.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
When the battle lines are drawn, and the horn of war has sounded
When you are outnumbered, and the enemy has you surrounded
When your heart is beating madly inside your chest
Summon up the hope that springs eternal in the human breast
And go, once more, unto the breach!
When the walls fall, and the defenses are shattered
And you are bruised and broken, ****** and battered
Fight with all your being and brave the sea of foes
Fight for God and for family, fight for the love of those
And go, once more, and stand in the gap
We are called to stand in the gap, and even give our lives
We are called to intercede for our children and our wives
Lay down your sword and take up the arrows of love
Pierce the dark and fill the void with light from above
And go, once more, and stand in the gap
Christ has come as the Holy and Annointed One
To stand in the gap that our sin had begun
The chasm that separated us is no more
For the cross has become the bridge to the far shore
And Jesus, once more, stands in the gap
Since the fall and by the sins of mortal man
We find it difficult to truly understand
That our hearts are broken and there stands a void
We struggle to find the peace we once enjoyed
Only the love of God can fill the void
The angels' battle is relentless and eternal
Against the forces of darkness infernal
The earth is slick with blood and death
But still, they fight on with every last breath
And go, once more, unto the breach!
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
What is love that it could inspire people
Wake in the morning with a sweet smile
And lay in bed at night dreamy-eyed
It gives such a hard drive to go beyond one's limits
Soar to higher heights
All just to show and prove such love
It makes one dive deeper into understanding
To give beyond the usual bounds
Be braver than the newly annointed knight
Though ****** wont give up the fight
'Till it seems like death could give more life
But then, what is love that it could hurt much
Once innocence is broken, it could taint one's soul
Then pain, misery, despair, all these.. Will be surely known
Revenge will always be bitter-sweet
Like forcing poison to another's mouth with one's own lips
The ranging fury inside is easily embraced
Anger, hatred, turning into evil is a bliss
One descends into hell without dying
Life is gradually escaping, though still breathing
And then death, death is not even enough
And so, what is love truly?
Ahhhh, i can hardly tell..
Perhaps, a double-edged blade..
Or a two-sided coin?..
But it will always be a Mystery.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
Heaven's gates break open
As divinely annointed hands fell on us
Grace flowed from above
Adorning a congregation of youths gathered in love
Spirit broke out
Yolks broke off
Worshipping in his glory
Our beauty in the beauty of his holiness
Clouds gathered causing a down pour;
As the aroma of worship rose to heaven.
Angels descended into our midst ;
His presence was come.
A summer well spent reviving our spirit man;
Feeding our soul with the word in axhortations.
Camp is over and we all head home
With a living stream flowing in us...
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
Imbedded Indifference
The Family that is Made
By The Order
Of The Stars
Can Never Be Taken
If It Could
Then,
A Kingdom From A Kng
Now Gone
A Mother From
A Child
Disappeared
A Lover
From A Friend
Fallen Forever
None can Be Taken
Where None Given
But Where Stolen
Another Truth Awaits
Remedied
By One
Annointed
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
What gives out authenticity
Leaning towards unfiltered reality?
Tell me how can I see
That I and they say is the real me?
A being governed by time
A soul separated from the divine
Annointed keeper of the self
Posturing as the impression of depth.
Indifferent towards the apparent terminus
Compact strides with the daily onus
Drifting on interim spaces
Figuring out the rest of the ages.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
my heart
annointed
with
Holy Water
while
my soul
be filled
with the
bread of heaven
o Lord
make my
daily bread
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
i
here we are then
same old ancient desire
same old scream
we chide dull fire
of unending unrelenting
unforgiven..
gosh
will it never end..
our forelocks annointed
by a new ghost
something anew
we and i mean dead
toast look and pray
but it´s the same old
show a new day
we sit mouth open..
later,i will go to
the supermarker
after,
sit in the park..
then,climb so
many steps
and what will
be will be..
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
I shall be back here tomorrow Saturday and thanks for all of your prayers I have not a operation yet but yesterday wednesday I seen a video that was annointed it said quit wanting to sleep you have a job that need to be done time is running short it spoke to me about you all love you all much.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC