"seraphims" poems
~you know who and what is your true nature~
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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
Alyssa! Oh, Alyssa
How your name rolls
Off the tongues and
Into the hearts of men.
Raven-haired beauty
Beyond compare, beyond reproach
How I long for your sweet embrace
My love for you is like a
Waterfall
It overcomes all obstacles
My love for you is like an
Earthquake
Overpowering, strong and easy to see
But even easier to feel
My love for you is like a
Mountain
Towering over all else in life
How I adore your
Slow pace at which
You traverse the land
It causes my heart
To cry out in joy
That I may be close
To you for so long
How glad I am
That you are my friend
Supportive, kind, beautiful
Who knows how I would be
If not for you?
The seraphims and cherubims
Ache at my love
They weep at how I care
For you, your smile gorgeous beyond compare
Ineffable! Ineffable I say!
Such a nymph cannot
Truly exist!
The beauty of God's earth
Is all thanks to you
Alyssa! Oh, Alyssa
How your name rolls
Off the tongue and
Into this heart of mine.
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
Matter does not exist
The source of all being is consciousness, although
The scourge of life revel in selfishness
Ever still the cosmic force lies tepid
As the malignance grows ever more intrepid
Harbingers of inevitable demise
They preach Order from Chaos
But rather warmonger - masquerading their charades from the sidelines
However, if the time paradigm states light
will shine triumphantly
harmonious to the sound of victory
blaring from the Seraphims' trumpets
Why are we still waiting?
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
I am running out of pretty words
to let them know that
my darkness
is not fictional.
It is hidden instead
under crimson lipstick dripping down
blood red sins on the white lace dress
I wore on my First Communion.
My mother does not understand
how my mind, of sixteen years,
has run out of purity—
casualties of fading light
and trembling hands that have forgotten
the dimpled smile on God’s glorious face
the day I was born.
I too, have forgotten that day,
instead dreaming of mornings spent
on my bedroom floor heaven
of rapidly-inflating lungs
and eyes that have seen the reflection of affliction
far too many times to be considered holy.
For I am the sacrificial lamb
slaughtered to the mumbled hypocrisy of praise,
blinded by the guilt
of every mortal sin collecting like bodies in silence;
the sound of shattered souls buried by seraphims.
How much grace can one mortal swallow?
I beg you.
Have mercy on me.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
I'm at heavens gates
Where fiery seraphims
Hold a no tresspasing sign
I am at the gates of hell
And I swear it looks
Just like the entrance abc liquor
hello world
i am a single sprout of earth
breaking from my seed case
A single elm branch
Am I
bending in the cool midnight wind
I could be that lake
Where the fireflies reflect
where snakes sleep coiled
next to the garden path
and if I wanted
i could be impaled by your daggers
and fall right to sleep
Now I'm looking for a foothold
Frozen Ache of wind
Blowing on the northern slope
The clouds are frozen solid
And they fall on my head
They pierce my skin
but I laugh at your pain
because ive stabbed the needle
Oh this wind
at your funeral
the grass is green and long
and the roses that lay
long and sharp
in my silent shaking hands
if you would just open the sky for me let the rain fall let the clouds billow and thunder send bolts of heated lightning down upon my head
I think I would feel nothing
or the quit beating
of my own heart
like drums down the river
where the jungle is deep
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
is side-flip of vivid
awesomely augmented
projection blissings
sated seraphims spin
atop agile toes
but so do
voracious villains
those ******* link arms
and do-si-do
spinning you
wrong 'round
fear dealers
doling out
bunk doses
I keep
throwing up palms
like whoawhoawhoa
not now - got **** to do
inside the fuckin' zone
ego seen-through
crushmoded
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
I just want to understand
Someone else
For a single moment
But
I give up
Drink straight from the bottle
It drinks straight from me
I see seraphims and a calling hand
I hear it say my name
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
If the men is the biggest creation of god
For sure there is other men in other planets
If the creation of men it's bigger than the creation of the universe
maybe it's unfair to compare, since the universe there is no beginning,
so many mystery around us, so many questions, it's hard to believe some avatars achieve that goal, it's hard to believe that men is the biggest creation of god.
What about the angels, archangel, seraphims? They wasn't created by god? they always exists? Are they like the Universe, with no beginning ? why some souls have the privilege like that being an angel? or it's not a privilege and the angels was men before and they have such a high level of evolution after many incarnation process who make they become angels?
In the final goal, everybody will become angel? and them what, to be grateful to god? Become a god? and what? When everybody have all the process of incarnation finished and the cycle broken, everybody living in the highest level of consciousness, to do what? to help who? just to be grateful? is god needy to attention ?
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
Heaps of mountains in gold and diamonds running rivers in perfect glory into ocean of abundance.
Rampaging beasts in rumbustious death errand, pushing darkening the air of glory and gorging out the eyes of the earth in violent showbiz.
Bowels of the earth gushing out in falls cascading rapidly down in galls of shame and infamy.
Whirlwinds in whirlpools, thundering down powers in thunderbolt, routing down powers of darkness in triumphant victory.
It's the dawn of light in rainbows in canopies, shooting earth to vortex of power transcendental, praises in glorious colors, with cherubims and seraphims dancing in colony of glory.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
Walking in the furrow of a
a black night,
a brilliant sunny dawn rush
in in winds armada, smashing the congealed acidic cold of dubious clouds of the tyrant skies.
Then a wild wide smile, in a
wafting voice, fluttering with
bouts of excitement, on the earth
swollen face, raining down in gush
of balm of healing and love from
the celestial splendor , drowning
us in cherubims and Seraphims.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
The steppe beguiled,
Unfriended by innocence,
Renders powerless the Seraphims,
Within the inner citadel.
The primordial whims,
Engulfs the spirit,
Impulses with unshaken strength,
Charges in, in coaxion.
Plain hues of tinted shades,
Delights the spirit,
Yielding unto the colourful disharmony,
Assailing its walls.
Berefted dignity,
Misses its way,
To converge with shame,
The eden pigmentation.
#El_Magnifico™
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
These monstrous buildings
that loom above us
cast a shadow
similar to an abusive father,
hand cocked back
as if the taste of his palm
will remind those he sways
of metallic bullets
and the forgotten stroll
the ****** streets
stumbling through lifeless puddles
as if a drunken Jesus
and the lonely seek solitude
and crave desire
and the life that fills the morgues
and graveyards
provides enough iron
for the worlds deficiency,
ashing our fingers as
anxious seraphims
pull out our nails
and staple eviction notices to joy
and mercy me
the trees fall to their knees
as if battered toddlers could speak above the screaming silence
at the table
of a broken home.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
And there I was sitting in the dark,
All my thoughts were parked,
I couldn't move none of my ideas or emotions,
Too busy looking at life, boasting,
Then another shade of darkness,
Covered my eyes,
As I sunk deep into the underground skies,
Im a motionless body,
Yelling but nobody, can hear me scream,
I thought to myself, this must be a dream,
But it wasn't a dream
Then a supreme being, approached me with a deep voice,
And offered me a golden choice,
A faceless apparition, that said I had many ambitions,
Once I gave in, my soul caved in, and then a heart felt a blazed,
I was scared at first, what I thought was seconds, was hours in a hearse,
Spiritually purified by this being,
Then after that I started seeing,
Things that the civil eye can't beam, or even dream of,
Tears started runnin' from above, my eye lids as well as my sweat glands,
It took me twenty years to realize, this awakening that was happening,
Seraphims, the right hands of gods, purified my soul against the odds,
My soul was on fire but it felt good but the flames didn't hurt nor burn,
It was the cleansing of my sins, I placed the broken ashes in my mental urn,
When I explained to the pastors, they were quick to ridicule with laughter,
Some preacher aye, can't even explain spiritual phenomenons these days,
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC