"patmos" poems
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
it was said of me . . .
across the eternal city
god made me to be :
the one who
trysts eternity
perhaps if this was,
the end of the age,
and we were
the
last
ones
. left . here .
on
our
own
if i was abandoned
for what i believed,
so dearly
would you
still love me?
would you adore
my writhing gibe ?
just as alchemists alloy azyme
compounding salvation to baptize
remplissage of cold Versailles
if they debunked
everything i pride ?
could you honestly
pull the hatchet loose
and sacrifice, for me,
i
am
a - m - b - r - o - s - i - a
on the god's platter
why don't you come to?
free me
loosening
free me
for free ? (yes, it's hard, but am i
worth your fear ? )
understand
for me
please
so
simply
nothing can help me
it's your choice now
how will you choose?
>>>>>>>>>>>>
take the road which fits your palm
and in it lies the cusp of dawn
to where we stagnate after all
liberation is our realm
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
The ideal tyranny, some have said,
to me, is the Logos of John,
as revealed on Patmos,
or it is if we agree, if I tell you thus and so,
from my crouching low pose,
as the law revived by Murphy proves.
Aiming at nothing and hitting it,
proves nothing.
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 3:19 PM UTC
when the sun shines through
on the lithograph of John
in his cave on Patmos
you should probably go outside
the park is nice this time of year
don't forget to lock up
the thief cometh
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 9:34 AM UTC
Salt-grain-taken greetings
from the land of curmudgeons,
powwow in these
craters of overblown canticles.
Dragon-puff proofed spirits
with the matchsticks of nigh-nights...
till we add eyes to the lambs of
Johnny from Patmos.
We can disturb the peace, till it
spews war from windows--gag
reflexes of great purges.
Catching venom samples in our
plastic cups, for posterity's telltale tipples.
Etching paralysis through deadlocked
saints and sinners.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Men of old did prophecy, of impending doom
Almighty God did move them, they did not presume
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Holy men of old, had visions from the Lord
But alas alas, by the world they are ignored
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One such man was John, to the isle of Patmos he was sent
Read what he did write, read it and repent
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The last book of the Bible, records what he did see
From the risen Lord, a Judgment and Decree
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Fire and flame and wrath, to this world will shortly come
Torment bane and death, in agony you'll succumb
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Seven Seals Seven Trumpets Seven Vials of Wrath
When the first Seal breaks, forsake the primrose path
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You'll be killed and sent to Hell, your Damnation slumbers not
A Christian Moslem Pagan, your religion matters naught
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All hail the Antichrist! Take his Mark or die
A guarantee you'll burn in Hell...will weep and wail and cry
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
September's going to come, but is it going to go?
Is this the month Doom? Of Ciaos Pain and Woe?
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A few more weeks a few more days, will Prophecy come true?
Death and Devastation, for both the Gentile and the Jew
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On the Isle of Patmos, a vision John did see
The Risen Lord did show him, what will shortly come to be
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Seven Seals Seven Trumpets, Seven Vials of WRATH
Will break upon your head...not the primrose path
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
As time goes on I wonder, will this ever end?
The ciaos and commotion, and the doom that does impend
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But I know the answer, this world will not go on
I read it in the Bible, it was written by Saint John
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He was on the isle of Patmos, and had a vision very dire
About the end of days, how the earth will be on fire
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God Almighty came to him, commanded him to write
What he saw write down, how the world He’s going to smite
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He was shown a vision, a vision of a *****
A woman dressed in scarlet, that causes all the war
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A High Priest she does have, in the city Rome
There he prays to Baal, beneath a golden dome
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
To whom it may concern, this poem is addressed
I write it to the ****** I write to the Blessed
The last Book in the Bible, speaks of seven years
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Tears
The seven years will start, with the breaking of a Seal
The first seal upon a Scroll, God's WRATH you then will feel
Seven years of Torment, seven years of Pain
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Bane
Chances are not good, that you'll survive unto the end
By John the Revelator, on Patmos this was penned
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
The time is coming soon, when the mushroom clouds will rise
Atomic Devastation! Right before your eyes
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Mega Tons of Death, will rain upon this land
To a cinder you'll be burned, doesn't matter what you've planned
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This is the Wrath of God, destruction from on high
Remember ***** and Gomorrah, when the missiles fly
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If outright you're not killed, the Fall-Out is for you
You'll last a couple weeks, while ***** you will spew
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Then will be the start, of the vision of Saint John
Patmos was the isle, where his vision had its dawn
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Did you stop and ponder? Pay one ounce of heed?
Like Hell you did you stupid *** now you're going to bleed
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Wars hate / what peace wishes for,
Paradise my light / Odyssey of Ur
So that raw light / if the sun will sing ...
Gerakis insult / Aetoí destiny
One if it was raptor/prey and murmur
Vernarth and archer/outrager Zeus
So if I laugh / if I enjoy the valley
Lavender and passion / why run now
If I have a way / what a pasture I will tan
treat me kingdoms / treat me hurry
they wait for me worthy / with your gray arms
with my Febo of course / if I have confusion
Soon we go Patmos / arriving at Juan
Soon arriving you / fast arriving I
Prócoro praying / Saint John tuning
We have arrived / the Sycamore shines
Heaven Odyssey / Teas That Insult
Which Áullos Kósmos / which Duoverso
Vernarth dances alone / Vernarth laughs alone
Vanity prior / suspicion that hiccups
Paris hurt ... who? / Diomedes was the one who ...
It wasn't Zefian / the bushy arrow ...
How divine wars / serene deaths
Bows and taut/curly maiden
Eternal emblems/bodies on them
March stars / come for my jealousy
That I'll be Zefian / now I'm going Vernarth
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
Un día Juan, el soñador de Patmos,
el creador de las visiones hórridas,
que en el sombrío muro del abismo
leyó palabras que al mortal asombran,
Dijo a su Águila: «Elévame en tus alas,
Que quiero ver de Jehová la gloria».
Y cruzó los espacios. Y los cielos
al fin se abrieron a su vista absorta.
Y se asomó al abismo en que golpean
de la insondable Eternidad las olas,
y nada columbró... Todo era noche...
¡La grandeza de Dios formaba sombra!
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There's going to be a WAR, if you can't see this then your blind
The last one of three planned, could be the death of all mankind
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All the players are in place, just waiting for the queue
From God Almighty it will come, to the many to the few
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The Script was written long ago, by a Prophet on an isle
The island's name was Patmos, Damnation was the style
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The Prophet's name was John, he wrote what did see
To Seven Churches this was sent, this will shortly come to be
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This is published in a Book, for all the world to read
Have this you ever pondered? Pay one **** bit of heed?
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You think that this is myth, so skip along your merry way
Pretend it isn't so, with your soul you're going to pay
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
In the shadows of great men, I stand,
Their faith, their strength, I cannot comprehend.
I worry if I can meet their lofty heights,
Or if I'll crumble under doubts that never end.
Paul, who fought the good fight till the end,
Finished the race, and kept the faith so true.
But I, a weary soul, burdened by fears,
Wonder if I have the strength to follow through.
Peter, the rock of the Church, they say,
Crucified upside down, his fate so grim.
Can I bear the weight of such sacrifice,
Or will I compromise when faced with sin?
Andrew, who preached in far-off lands,
Crucified on the cross of St. Andrew's name.
Will I have the courage to spread the gospel,
Or will my voice be silenced by fear and shame?
James, executed by the sword's cruel blade,
Forgiving his guard, seeking peace in his last breath.
Could I show such grace in the face of death,
Or would bitterness consume me till my death?
John, beloved disciple, entrusted with care,
Mary, the mother, in his faithful hands.
Exiled to Patmos, revelations received,
Can I endure such trials in distant lands?
Stephen, the martyr, his tears fell like rain,
****** to death, yet never caused his foes to wane.
Can I bear such hatred with love in my heart,
Or will anger and resentment fuel my pain?
The list goes on, a testament to faith's cost,
Each name etched in sorrow, suffering, and loss.
As I contemplate their stories, I tremble inside,
Will I measure up or crumble beneath the cross?
In the depths of my soul, I find despair,
Overwhelmed by the weight of their legacy.
I question if I have what it takes to stand,
To endure the trials that may come for me.
But in the midst of my worries and doubt,
A glimmer of hope begins to take hold.
For in their weakness, these great men found strength,
Their stories inspire, a tale yet untold.
So I'll gather the fragments of my broken faith,
And lift my eyes to the heavens above.
Though I may falter and stumble along the way,
I'll seek the courage to walk in their love.
For in the shadows of great men, I stand,
Embracing the struggles that may come my way.
With trembling steps, I'll strive to follow their lead,
Trusting that God's grace will guide me each day.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 6:04 AM UTC
Beloved,
Facing death is but the ultimate test of character.
I don't want to die,
But if I must
I choose to do it with pride
And loads of impudence.
Beloved,
Dying is bad enough
But to lose my sense of humor
Would be sacrilege.
I haven't lost all hope yet,
I haven't given up yet.
Beloved,
The great pyres of hell I fear not,
Though my sins are great in number.
I fear not the four horsemen
As described to John of Patmos,
I fear not the white horse,
No matter how righteous.
Beloved,
With your hand holding mine,
Among friends, among flowers,
Among beauty and poetry,
I intend to leave now.
I must join with Charon,
Son of Nyx and Erebus,
By the shores of the Styx
Like Aeneas did once.
Beloved,
From the deepest of abysses
I can hear your voice, crying,
Asking me to hang on
To the feel that once was.
I can see those black pools,
Those eyes that once hunted
Me in dreams
Welling up with those tears made of salt.
Beloved,
I had only dreams of
Galaxies and stars.
Beloved,
Now you see
Not even death itself could draw us apart;
You're the heart in my day
And the sun in my night.
Beloved,
Well know I you're no fan of goodbyes,
So instead, I'll say:
"Until next time, we'll meet
In the next life. "
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC