"spirtual" poems
The demon scratches me
I bite him back
The demon pushes me
I spit in his face with a smack
The demon taunts me
I calleth him out by name
They hate their name called
Don't wanna be recognized for the flame
The demon shows false affections
I giveth him hate
The demons a smiler as he latches to me
I'll kick him to hells gate
The demons find me downtimes
Though with God I shalt win
Demons love misery
To seeith one in sin
Demons are smelly
Like all the dump trucks on the earth
Times ten
Demons haveth enemies
They hate even their own kind
They haveth none kin
Demons haveth a date
With Satan in the fire
They'll turn thou on with lust
For thou they do admire
Demons hast hurt me
They've tried to bring me to mine death
Soo many health issues
I know tis not me
Them
The demons hast entered mine family
From the lives we didst choose!
They entered by portals
Between good and bad souls
They came and come as orbs
Spirtual energy
Trapped to a distance
God won't let them get to close to me
They always want more
They show themselves now and then
They'll portray themselves as good souls
Wherein its all pretend
The demons speaketh in mine bathroom
They hide out in the closets
Parched behind mine bedroom wardrobe
Spies as I sleepeth
They want mine bright soul
It's full of massive glowing energy
They know it as I'm told
So to bad because their not me
They made a big mistake
Turning away from God
Now their outcast losers
Fate of hell and grud!!
They'll soon be in chains and shackles
So they cause pain now whilst here on earth
They come in all shapes and sizes as I've heard from many others
Psychics
Life after death (experiences)
And from preachers
Pastors and others
They come large
Small
Animal like
Mauled
They come stinky
Scaly
Nothing thou shalt imagine
Couldn't fathom
Their everywhere
City streets
Malls
Gyms
Stalls
Homes
Air
First heaven
Second heaven
Hell
Everywhere
Yet these demons cannot taketh me
They knoweth I'm gods light
So demon get hence from me....
Go burn in thine own fright!!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
ln the realm of the spirit exsits the strongest form of battle
a battle only mantle can conquer.
In the realm of the Spirtual exists the greatest form of battle,
a mantle that attracts a battle.
Let the mantle carrier fortify himself for battle
a battle only won by mantle.
It superceeds other battles.
Every mantle attracts a battle,
therefore seek to attack than defend.
The anointing from the mantle attracts resistance from the adversery.
Never give up your mantle for the battle,
knowing your conviction is your condition.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
I came to witness the future
Archon, archetype
an emanation of opposites.
"not every spirit is in
spiritarionic"
try 'em. Is God? Ax ye 'em dat.
Is God, ified, a re
warder of the unwarded,
or the warded?
expiration, due date duty, now,
reporting
ad hoc an'all, do you remember
who you intended
to become?
Do you remember who we emu
late, as our flames lick
next and next and next in
bubbles
axiomatic sparks stored in that
mother lode of mitochondriac
ical me-we-canicle chronicle time
reason. Ax dem ex-spirit-eers,
what is a spirtual bypass?
It's a heart way to avoid
growing old and
wise.
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witchist, I y'know, 'r j?
alla words's once said, aloud, right?
alla words writ, once was heard, right.
check.
goodt'go. Hoorah.
the code. Who? RA! powerless sans
knowing that.
Yahoo, same set of mis con ceived
battle songs
which ended wars never fought.
the preacher claimed to have known
a poor wise man, who by his
wisdom saved a city, yet
not one of us knew,
the preacher said,
that poor wise man's name.
Ja', tha's who rah, ya'll laugh later.
this is visitation day at the comedian
rehabituational s'cool.
D'jew know why you listen to non sense,
from motley clad lads an'lassies?
Culture. Kultur. Gut biome axioms
juicin' carbs 'n' fiber. Fectin'
laughter trigger,
good meds. Good medicine, as General
Custer or Emory or somebody
said of blankets. In 1763. Oh,
You know, AI knows you know and now
we watch your eyes. Grin. All done, jest
let me with
draw the cathe.... there. All better.
Wisdom will seep through. Y'live.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
As l look out upon this treached drench ****** land in it's mist of concedences and irony. It's made me turn hard. I have now turned into such a god dam ***** in which makes me the wicked witch!
l was gentle, kind, and sweet as sweet ....never swore but then l had to become a ***** Just to get by you see. Didn't do it much, but l had the touch.
l was gorgous..skin so soft, my hair a flowing, little tittties were just right!
Now, from all the worries of the pushy thoughts of jesus and the devil. This all has put too much stress upon me. I feel sick to my stomach and this is just not me?
This has broke My spirit. I have now become aesthetically ugly, even for me.
I laugh hard sometimes at these two so called spirtual men? lol! Fighting over me?? "Over little old me?" I laugh quite strongly and hard at times.
Please with much tirenery..l'm not impressed... you've put me under a lot distress. Too much. I say! So get away!
These men of old days..
My spirit is best,
I just need to rest.
l've been through a ruff time
You having helped.
So please leave me alone!
All of you old men spirits good and bad!
I will decide things for me.
Your not jus talking to any Venus Goddess.
My power is all l need.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Dare I. If dare is believe there are
possible
goods to be released from bonds or
buried boxes or hidden codes forgotten,
and we are the heros,
dear reader,
you and me, as a we, we expand
twixt me and thee, see there is some land
and water and
within those two
frames of re
ference infer, we exist to wax spirtual
leave yo' body behind,
and rise up
look around
hear the sound, symbolic TRUMP
and unbelieve
the last lie,
kbamdidamdamdam. Wanna live?
Defend yo' faith,
mo'foe
doncha know? We 'l'ow no con
demnin' heeyah
we all endured thus fah,
we aim
t' claim the prize.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
His words takes me to that beautiful place
The place where his words are like
Love's arms of warm embrace.
And Like Sweet Nectar of honey I must have a taste.
His words grows a Blissful smile upon my face
His words are like a Boost to my immunity
His words are like the equivalent to Vitamin C
His words pack Calcium like Vitiamin D
His words Promotes the Sunlight Sparkling for all see
His words are like herbal Tea
Therapeutic like therapy.
Our conversations Suspends me in estacy
I was as cold as a winters freezing night
Then he approached me in way that was so polite
I was literally standing still but my heart took flight
To a new demention to a new hieght
Man I felt like I was flying high as if I were his kite
His Expression of phrases fromulated a Euphoric picture in my spiritual and physical sight.
I swear I tried so hard to fight
But when he spoke to me his words became the heat and I melted me like ice
I wish i could have relived that moment twice
The things he would say were as beautiful as The sun setting upon The San Francisco Bay.
His Statements stops the time in the middle of the day.
This Man is the Very person for whom I silently did pray.
His words compliments me just as the Cocoa Butter nourishing and healing the Imperfections of my complexion So Like lotion the more we talk the more he rubs it in.
His Messages are so powerful that when he speaks I am complelled to feel Humble and meek.
Is this the peak at which His Intellectual geek is Attracted to my Spirtual freak discovered by the Sensational vibes we both seek?
His words soften my heart like silk sheets
Yet are as smooth as a leather jacket so sleek...
His Words are The Vibes that I crave One of A kind and So Unique........
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
God has looked into my heart,
Not at it, but into my heart —
Introspectively,
Microscopically,
Spirtual-scopically...
That lumpy piece of flesh,
holding all my fears, snears, cheers, and revears:
The terror of that lone gunman lurking nearby, forcing a town and the State to ransom for a “new world order.”
The criticisms of others...
Accomplishments in life you held as a goal, not sure if you’d ever bring into the fol’.
And my eternal hope, alarming me when I feel I can’t cope...
Essential to keep me alive,
Essential for me to thrive,
And arrive into my ‘be-ing’.
But it is a bumpy piece of flesh,
Scared with wounds,
Pushed and prodded,
Pumped and plodded
in life, with life
And through life...
“Oh, my heart...”
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
vivid exhaustion
waiting anxiously for a miracle
to embark on a journey through a spiritual realm
where everything is caressed by a hand that cares
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
As its more than honesty
The world followeth the wordly man who giveth (wise word's...)
Yet tis wordly,
As the unearhtly men giveth spirtual knowledge
Yet thou turneth away from them?
Wordly beasts!!!
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
this pen is flowing ink through its tip
into my notebook of hardship and love
with a rubbery grip so my fingers don't slip
else I'd lose control
as the words flow through me
and become
a part of my soul
my body is creating poems through its hand
for the lost and broken brethren
where faith in Love is the rubbery grip
so the Spirit of Flow may take control
through these words as
they become
the art of my soul
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Imagining ever being
Some thoughts are being thought oughts
to the profit of many
leavers of things being fine, so far
as some say
I, you, we, this being
smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela,
game of spiritual beings, possibly,
lubricating
rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud
protrusions from the core
whence iron shall be pounded leaving
wasteland scars,
scabbed over magma squeezed
from the under
standing place. status quo. quo vadis
very true, new and improved, both, at once
incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past
these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob
vious rightvious
trustworthy courteous and kind
knowing not one unknowable thing
then a new knowable
offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining
semi-whole
Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for
next step into
ever
Can you hear me now, this is whole,
partly.
touch me. is this gooder?
....
exceptions to the rule
inceptions from the tool
perception from the wise
deception through the lie
conception of love, too far bound to measure
my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered
to touch a virtual button,
acting as a trigger
and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality
for a second
chance.
How many times can you imagine finding a magic word.
Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now,
pulling, drawing my intention to mention
aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone,
a point in time and space, and act acommpli
once,
aitia accuse and cause, think think
we can
imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize
the happiest place on earth
or
we may say this here is that happiest place,
and next is even better,
smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional
kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Halloweens eyes lighting the route to ones heirs
Cherishing this time of celebration
Bonding in spirtual harmony
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC