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Douglas Scheurn Jun 2014
You walk through the sands,
an eclipse red in the sky.
A temple lies at hand,
Wherein truth reveals the lie.

Two figures block the door,
you release a note.
Whatever lies in store,
may be your last hope.

A book lies on an altar,
also a chalice of clear substance.
Your heart beats faster and harder,
so full of suspense.

You open the cover gently,
the pages crinkle with age.
Alas,
Each sheet was empty,
same on every page.

In confusion you look around,
Eyes falling on the reflection in the cup.
Now your truth has been found,
But the news has your heart sunk...
Marie Stehlikova Dec 2012
Bathing thyself in Lethe,
not ingesting, forgetting,
yet not reminiscing
on thyne torment,
though immersing
thyself in it nonetheless,
persisting on pain and uncertainty.

El océano sin agua,
ese is what thou art,
unable to breathe,
unable to control,
longing for a hand
to halt the quiver.

In the midst of submission,
thy capture in the seductive
dance of the monster,
thou utterst sólo una palabra,
“help”; the first and final request,
yet thy time in Lethe
were much too lengthy,
not one hand shall be lent
to those who menacingly,
cherish death.
Kim Essary Jan 2019
Of this world so darkened by evils, evils that taint and tarnesh all the good in it's path..
Love bares a soul that only our creator can claim, hands that heal the wounded and a heart that breaks by day.
Hidden souls that crawl from the cracks left behind to wait for the coiled serpant like powerless pray.
They walk amongst us in a field left open , to be struck by the venome  as they lay hopeless and face their death ,.
The Wounded Healer kneels beside them with hands to lay, ******* the poison,  giving them purity to rinse their veins.
The Wounded Healer now weakened by the goodness of thyne heart but expects nothing in return
Now her age upon her,  taken over the beast of I'll, not one soul of the once wounded stands before her to show they love her,  as she asks of nothing more before she goes.
Is this what I see and feel before me to be A Wounded Healer yet die with painful sadness as I lay here all alone .  
Tis true to never expect the good you rein upon God's children to rein on you in return. Keeping your heart good and love without regret for This is the Only honest love that of a wounded Healer is certain they will get
Healing of anything is self serving in itself
Sethnicity May 2015
I am the hunted
A ******* of Love
One day I'm Vivid
the next I'm livid w/ Fog

Wind Blows Me like ringing or tapping the Window
Spreading my scent as I went for the Doe
Unfurling on decent a Swirling my ear
Blood Curling Heart Whirling at Demons eye Stare...

No guessing No blessing these Vixens prepare
All Beasting fore Feasting I'm Preying four Hast
Come quickly Come gently Come Clawing with Grace
One Tempting One limping metallic's the taste.

Their appetite is Lusting awaiting my space
They’re shady, I'm hasty, WHY make me thyne date?
You know me You owe me the Pleasure to wait.

They'll **** me Quite harshly if I acquiesce, so
No Screeching Now Reaching My Blood Trail they trust

I shiver I quiver my Heart Breaks to run
F'in Hate or in Love I'm turning the Gun

I'm burning the forest the trail goes untracked
when hearts stop I'm unlocked there's no turning  back

Universally   Speaking
                                    
All
       Hearts      
                   Attack!
" a woodland waltz composed of meter and passion best enjoyed with Red Hot Chili peppers and Elliot Smith at evening round Seven... "
Anne Cameron Oct 2009
I will stand and face thyne enemy on the road to death and distruction.
With sword in one hand and staff in the other.
For I fear evil, but not enough to run and hide...
For when you hide from your prey, you don't face it, you don't understand it.
I believe in my self and in those who walk the same path beside me.
ac/2007/01/11
danielle m Oct 2011
a meaning two in one
thy shattered heart divine
make haste please silent bullet
let thyne life be mine
Dustin Dean Jul 2016
O Father
What done haveth I in acordaunce
The Maiden ress between me eyes
Lyke brimstone et a pedestal
Dreams are distracted in me lyfe
In Marigold, Mahogany, Maroon
Venus Trifecta et Holy Grail
Et is et discorse ov Destiny ov myne
So I asketh of Thyne
To wash anew me acordaunce
Exceptionly et is in tyme
Tho I kno regret may form
Et is for the greatr good
Imperative deed so tru
An may I drown not
In red temptations
Fore done me fair aims
Wyth pursuits ov sound
For promises ov gold
To replnish retribution
Ov souls unheard
I am thyr messenger
From Alpha to Omega
May no fair Maiden
Put et in her pocket
David Ehrgott Aug 2015
Headed for hard
Hard time for me
I know where I'm headed
It's no mystery

I'm headed for hard
I will not live free
I will not back down
From thyne enemies

Who torment and taunt me
Since I was three
Don't know where they're headed
Know only 'bout me

I must track them down
Put them in defeat
But, do not know how
To do this legally

The crime families torturing
Me all these years
Will die in a blood bath
I'll draw from my tears

My parents and siblings
Who've stolen my wealth
Will soon live in fear
When their beaten with belts

My rage will continue
Upon criminals
Who pretend they're important
With Badges; In robes

Then I will burn down
All celebrities
Homes if they're drunken
Or ****** babies

Living politicians
Will not be safe at all
When I chain them then, drag them
Down what's called the mall

The fat cat and kitty
I've told you before
Will die with their doorman's
Blood on their door

No one will be safe
Once sent out on my rage
I'll just "**** 'em all"
'Till I'm thrown in a cage

No one will learn
The world will not change
But, I'll have my vengeance
And justice some day

I'm headed for hard
I will not live free
I will not back down
From mine enemy

I'm headed for hard
It's hard time for me
John Law will find me
I'll never be freed
noi Mar 2022
Fair angel thyne blessed wings
tis heaven has spoken your name
I have humbly touched your face in repentance
do not speak of tomorrow where young fledglings take flight to clouded forests
turquoise gorgets basking in the opulence of Espeletias
do not speak of Fraser Magnolias and their scarlet cones
inveigling stalwart lovers in ephemeral courtship
do not take the summer abloom in your light.
Twenty-four elders ,
seven chakra spirits ,
four beasts , now
the origins of carnal desire
and the Lake , of Glass .

The Key of David ,
controlled by spirit ,
is in the temple
of the pineal gland
and in union with holy
secret .

Subordinate to God's will ,
for thyne is the kingdom ,
thyroid and throat chakra --
the flaming sacred heart ,
triumphant in time and
tribulation .

The Witness and his
golden sword of fire ,
the Seat of the Soul
attacked and defended
from evil .
To Virtue , the final victory
is delivered ,
true love and the Seeds of
the Cosmos .
the body as  the Temple of Solomon
KorbydAngyle Jun 2021
A Sentient Throne

Never encouraged to sift past... through all fortunes light
Worlds, so telltale, conquered crusaders of will's plight
Listen there's sorrow, dispelled inside
The crystal courts.... and the battle is no more

Then oppression & control of the master keeper of doom
So they've burnt unto the cross... the witches soon

Let again our eyes turn to silver
Be against lightening fires, no quicker
A sentient Throne
One war with eternal war

Bittered lights cascading through dancing illusions
Twisted conspiracy/ to take the final weapon

Set to avow, to dub the final weapon
The harpies of the dark expel the send

Might and fury they're alive/ with the black forest alive
To those who are the seekers, to never land I send thyne
Let again our crystal courts clasp what our eyes find
Doubt within expels the treasure's cost and furious... that lays inside
Sentient silvers, veils of weapons/ the lore and the lost
Are you the witch's servant?... too quickly the ice pentagram defrosts

Can the war take away everyone's spiritual pains
God or Satan beseeches you/ the only path of completion is to be insane!
I'm still stunned it happened like this, a sentient throne!
okay when's Absu Valiance?
Marie Jan 2021
Born in a manner once thought a curse,
Cord around neck nearly needing a hearse.

Last breath whistled a song to universe,
Ripping a contract from devils’ purse,
Marking agreement null and void,
In reverse.

Travelling through the multiverse,
Bending space and time.

Keys dispersed,
Cord is cut, child slapped by nurse - Eyes
Bloodshot, mouth blue and pasty- screams
Burst.

On mother’s chest child lay alert,
In the corner a darkness lurk.

An old soul born into a world beguiled,
Human compassion filed,
A strange and curious observer child.

An ascension virus in disguise,
Tasked to sort the truth and lies,
With thyne own eyes.

After hearing earthly cries,
Child dove into the hell trove,
from the highest skies,
To rescue humans from demise.

Child dove from highest skies
To unlock the prism prison hidden in
Mind’s eye,
Mission wrought with torrential sacrifice.

Knowledge at a price,
The once knowing, now broken and
Confused,
Societal programming causing innocent
To be abused,
Delusion fused,
Internal knowing roused.

The ancient one lead to break,
Scattering that which is fake,
2 souls of a single mind at stake,
Neutrality both must fate,
A DNA bridge is a make,
For humanity to wake.
--Marie Moldovan ©️ 2020
spiritual, cutsed, angel
HOPE Jun 2020
I was never ready,
ready to give him my heart
I was never ready,
ready for the lost keys of my heart to be found
I buried them, too deep

But thyne heart decided to betray thee,
and open doors which faith was lost upon
With tremble and fear she fell,
and to the hands like strong tower she landed
Just like a fairytale romance, so was her love story
KorbydAngyle Jan 2021
As there is ebb and flow
In crystal caves
We're dancing in the unknown multiverse

Catharsis and effigy, 'tings
Yet together of flowers in petals the lights glows

Ankhs stipulated by silver countenance
Mere desires, fame, destiny, brilliance
Build thyne's cities, steps and fear of
Mother's indentured absconded
Blades that be-still the feral warriors
In our strength and platonic ambiguity, there's tears

Indulge in premises made from proclamation
Surely a deity deigns servile flattery
of dinning and shamed into fighting
Everyone touches the stratospheric, the industrializations

Hunt for an apostle
The believer's maze bible ripples voices insane
The treacherous apple sits upon us
Our bitter oaken stockade
A mirror as an image makes spoken reflections
Across rivers battlefronts war stories catching the rains

Throughout all impressions
And our summer spices set
Fluently innocent one may find their lost

Heaven's Brimstone and Fire
Shoved into investigations
Of all facets of Abbadon
Drifts through central city then to the south funeral pyres

And now frail though brutal
There are assumptions and we choose to begin

Showering if not as placid rainbows
off the water at Heavens end...
As scouring proletariat hands worried port of call
trapped washing all made simple by the devil's sham

Deviously you contemplate you may
Be found fickly running to the underground

Whence out falls Edens and...
In calls the pleadings of the wicked and old
HOPE Jan 2021
As I dine here
In this lonely nights
beside my shadow
All alone full of thoughts

Fixing these eyes
through the sunset
that keeps deeming
and deeming deep to the west
overshadowing this tiny light
Shining through thee hour glass

I dine here
drowned from this rain
of this thunder, this storm
Feeling weary and worn-out
While the sunrise lies
within the locked palm of thyne hand
Sometimes you just have to look within you and you'll realize that for the the sun to rise on your favor, it lies within you
KorbydAngyle Sep 2020
The are thee; that offer the effectual word, as much as anyone,
instead, yea accused of ******
It started out with the idea thyne wanted to be moved, stopped,
moved again, all Faberge as if images of people dancing
about lightly in a circle
However, what you did your whole life, -just did baby the temple, so thee had another one altogether not producing music, as it goes, doing more bad, ie: song is good
The mog god accepts is acceptance, of the lord we know you saw, as for the word your servants, yet, understood the councils of his messengers
Face not the bends on the river's meanderings as if in a  boogie woogie, constantly, it keeps smashing the good up -to a worked definition that is a recovery path
Comprehend this thee certainly, had some of so, to introductions yea. For that right there is set to go, savvier minutes make promises nary but, this, moreover of angel's aged wisdom, adays trial and error... no learning and forebear to others... or perhaps the switch of one's own strategies
Blessed each differ... who owns the tune... the celestial impasse of sorts, tis that we make our way through
ha! used notes at end to make more sense of this with final touch
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
This is the world that listens to the sanctuary...
These are the beasts that have lost all their minds...
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
As the stalking animal, till deaths done
Ascend forms of evil
Talking, telling tales the death of a friend...
"I'm not your God, Satan will evolve, touch the
magics strain and decry!"
Yet this is the time the devious demons plan, not soon enough they lie and argue adept as thyne
Now they see who holds the fortunes of the golden sunrise
Treats of the righteous fall by the wayside as hunting words
avail inside
Let the fallen and forgotten morbid angels forever be undone
This battle is now, you wear the sleeve of the begotten
A priest in the trench, seductress enchants and you relinquish now your self writhe in the hearth of the rotten  
There are two species here of the human age
A slanderous light cusps, leans, grants and excises
Though beasts are done uncaged
and people bled from craft of past slices
It is now, the few ravenous burdened, dealers of pain
whom turn, and form the heightened wars and gather the young
for the anathema reign has begun today!
Hail hail avenues shy and provoked have eased the peoples
sly syndromes of pretentious deservance to allow for this
Each has stood, understand that we must never underestimate the crooked daily crucifix which lay upon us
a little skeptical of existences more take it easy vibes however sometimes thats what writing does to channels of thought.

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