"uriel" poems
silver flute sits in the case
Studio awaits, soul suppress
Space slammed
silver flute rests on the stand
Insecurity of melody
Gasping for air
Trembling, closed off
silver flute plays a sweet song once, yesterday
For Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, & for Uriel
Resonance, chord floating,
pure revelation
last song of hope, courage
last wild witch prayer
Last organic sound, unplugged
silver flute sits in the case
Great Open Outdoors awaits, soul regenerates
Have we arrived to the sacred tree?
Silver flute will play Naked, wild, free!
All ears wide open
Open eyes, Open hearts, Open minds
True human connection returns
CODA
Silver flute floats in my heart & hand
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
~you know who and what is your true nature~
~~~
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
want to delight
two minds and hearts
call-up Angels,
Darda'il to protect
Seraphim to cherish
Raphael to heal
Uriel to guide
you & i
effortlessly
all the ways
and
let the supremacy of Sandalphon
naturally meet up both hearts
grant unlimited blessings
for incredible love, health, and prosperity
beyond reasons of minds
because chaste hearts and minds
are in an amalgam body and spirit
you & i
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I matched the look in his steel colored eyes with my own gaze of determination
The angel Uriel descended in but a thousand broken moments woven together with the distinction of bliss
And he bade unto me in my slipping consciousness...
I could not tear my eyes way even for an eon, the sight to my eyes was a breathe to my lungs - as is a beat is to my heart, to be everything at once,in turn to the nothing I was but a lifetime ago
Could you kiss my soul?
In the way music breaks my heart
Could you sing a song at the footsteps of the eternal himself
His ways*, higher
I think I take too much, you say I take too little, still you give as generously as you have before
What is this
That I would bare
My soul to you
With solemness, your eyes
Find me in the dark
Still you see me as I am
But a child
A fragile candle wish
Blown among the known
And wretches of night
To weep with the mindless
How can I return unchanged
To that which bore me
It leaves me in anguish
That which knew me
It let's me go
To those who see, but know too little
Reach with tendrils of hope and fire
Further still you lead me
Through loneliness I am not alone
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Burn his sigil
into soft flesh
of wrist or
maybe
of throat
to set free
the music
from the
Soul
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
There’s a picture perfect
moon in the sky and
all I can think about is
you
(which doesn’t make sense
because the moon in the heavens and
all the stars in the galaxy have
nothing to do with you and I).
I think it’s because it was you who I
told all my secrets to,
you who I confided in—I think it’s because
I trusted you.
Sometimes I look up at the cosmos and
wonder what type of angel she is
and then I wonder if I ever told you
my deep, dark thoughts about
what happened.
I can’t remember.
My mind is as thick and heavy
as my tongue feels—
fog
everywhere and I cannot see
where I am going, much less
where I have come from.
There’s something inside of me that,
like a caged dog, is awaiting to be
unlocked from its restraining bars and
I don’t know where to start talking without
sounding like an absolute madman.
I think that this poem has transformed from
a few lines about you to
a few lines about her and to be honest,
I don’t remember the last time
I wrote about her
(but I guess I should try).
I was a child when I first went to bed
and a teenager as I turned in my sleep—
we could be twins, she and I,
with our closed eyes, and
visions of stars at night and
pale complexions like
the sand on the beach basking
in the glow of the hanging moon.
I wonder if she met Samael.
I wonder if he was nice.
They told me how much I looked like her;
they gushed about how we had the
same personality, same sense of humor,
but I didn’t want to hear a word they said—
I don’t think I could stand to look
myself in the mirror if that were true
because it would be a constant reminder of
her
and I don’t want to be reminded.
I think that we all start off as angels and
that somehow we end up here,
bound down to a life full of interactions
and paths to cross and plans to make;
I think that we all finish as angels and
that somehow we end up there,
no longer a single form and single being,
we become infinite once more.
But then I remember that even Lucifer,
himself, once wore white wings and I think
that sometimes we’re no better than him—
that I’m no better than him.
I hope Raphael can fix us and
I pray that Uriel can set us straight
because in this aphotic world, I want
to be able to see straight down into
into the abyss.
I want to see you through unbiased eyes and
hear you through impartial ears the way
that I used to be able to until that night
outside your house.
I want to tell you all of these things I think
about the two of us—
all these things I think about my
mother
and that night and those days
in which it happened.
Just please don’t clip my wings.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
IT fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in Paradise befell.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Sayd overheard the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
The young deities discuss'd
Laws of form, and metre just,
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,
What subsisteth, and what seems.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirr'd the devils everywhere,
Gave his sentiment divine
Against the being of a line.
'Line in nature is not found;
Unit and universe are round;
In vain produced, all rays return;
Evil will bless, and ice will burn.'
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads;
The seraphs frown'd from myrtle-beds;
Seem'd to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
A sad self-knowledge withering fell
On the beauty of Uriel;
In heaven once eminent, the god
Withdrew that hour into his cloud;
Whether doom'd to long gyration
In the sea of generation,
Or by knowledge grown too bright
To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
Straightway a forgetting wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
But, now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And, shrilling from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
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Uhrde' eahai’ el.
EaShe'sheti... EaShe'sheti Eye...
I're...
Selah... Selase'eye'...
Esh'real...
Esh'uriel... Eshurd-ay-I...
Jamowhe'... Ashanti E'yai...
Ashanti Ashanti Ashanti I...
This daylight does not live in a box of dreams. Selam Malen Kaye'm.
For surely the angel of light worships the dream.
Sela amo' I....
Ashanti I.
The color of feather.
Selah.
In truth (light) of light…
darkness falls.
Crimena is not committed until pentance is revealed.
The spirit of Peter (Pentecost) weighs the salvation of Selah.
Selahse' 'I"
Our King worships life
work for substance at the tree of life.
Shanti Lyre'… Ashanti Lyre’
A shanti... 'I'
The Prayer of Shame...
Our Change.
Azhasurea 'I'
Azhasuras.
For the measure of man has not chalice; the chaste' is not measured in another eye.
It is the spy Gabriel in the urn of the grail.
Uriel…
Gabriel…
Michiael…
Samiael…
Matisyaweih… Ehyre’
Eshre’I el… Eshurdae'i…
Danae'l… Eshurdae'i el
Selah Sela' se' amare' ah.
Amen.
There are two at two chali'. There are two at two chalices. Chali. Cali'. Californiael. The me'rcha'nt of war is walking backward out of the grail for chalice.
Shall I. Make Michiael a sword.
Or shall I make Michiael.
Ashanti I.
Amen.
California= Caliphas. Chi'el.
Ashure'Ire'.
My sword.
The earth found underneath the Prophet Daniel.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Let me make You remember that time when we fell from grace,
We were a pair of Angels - Gabriel & Isabel in The Team of Ace,
We fell in Love with each other in January - The Month of Face.
Though we knew Love was Forbidden in our Cult - The Angels,
Still We fell in Love for We were most beautiful of - The Angels,
Uriel wanted to ****** all my power as one of The Archangels.
Dragged we're to the courtroom of God and holy Angel Father,
Though The Holy Mother tried We were still given punishment,
So we fell from Grace as they forgot I gave the prophecy of Christ.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
A sudden pause in my reality
Hands of time went still momentarily
Amazed in wonder on this unfolding reverie
A vision played unfolding before me
I caught my breathe in a grasp
As the breeze whispered in a sweet rasp
A spell was told of an unknown desire
Uttered in belief from every prayer's respire
I have not seen and yet I witness
the chosen maiden as the blessed priestess
Like Gabriel visiting the ****** Mary
Uriel came to deliver my destiny
A touch of divinity
Some may say sorcery
Many had seek answers to the unknown
In a quest to end and satisfy the forlorn
My fragile heart held the memory
The soul bears the teachings of the Almighty
My mind navigates the daily labyrinth
An endless fight for a reality born of a myth
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Uriel and I play basketball
Si, hablo un pequito Espanol
Maybe one day you too to Tokyo ...
gracias, mi amigo
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
The clonds
underneath
their feet
start to turn gray .
No one notices until a young
chérubin stops to say
Lord, the night is upon us
should we fear her ?
for she is getting near.
All stop and look,
in amazement
as for the fist time since creation
the light over their head starts
to turn back to black
and some angels can't stop
from running overthe clouds
falling to earth,
escaping the black menacing track.
That day, the sun on heaven set .
Dark gloomed and stormed ahead
unstoppable onto the bretheren set
all together their father at it's head
all frightened, looking
helpless while the gold on the gates
were muffuled into ***** bars of yellow
some eyes firmly closed, faces
frozen by the abscence of the natural halo
eyes all wide open mouths shut
others whispering in the light the of night
" Father! Flee should we not? "
The next day,
the mesterious
dark monster's tail had finally
passed over the horizon
Light could come back to heaven
but did not leave without planting turmoil
in paradise's still trembeling soil.
Between the surviving angels
a terrible secret was being whispered
between pauses of scared pointing
and panting breathing ..
Uriel had seen something terrible.
As the dark covered the sky
with it'sobscuring veil..
In all the horror of the panic
that followed the lost of the light
Uriel saw something that wasn't right.
God, father of all angels was looking
straight ahead at the approaching
and menacing beast,
arms simply resting
on his knees.
his glorious lips began trembling
and as another hundred
angels fell desperately
to their death
hoping to find rest.
Uriel saw a single tear roll
like one of God's fallen angels
from his cheek onto his knees
staining with the divine liquid
on one of the libraries scroll.
So God had shed a tear..
The Angels knew now
the bell would toll .
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Ice blue, I’m so sorry,
I truly tried
To carry this message of loss,
To mankind from our Lord,
But they kept trying,
Not fearing themselves,
Their power too strong to forgive their mistakes,
I wish things were different…
But the brilliance of feign
Has left them all again and again,
To be sacrificed in Hell
For Eternity.
I’m so sorry.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
This
will be a
low colt prayer/
a player's prayer of
sayings dark anointed,
sliding in
to new existence-
trailing disappointment,
from the one that went before
At this
appointed juncture
I am more
or less
the same..
my un-angelic
angles grind
in uninspired
office
from this
I seek a mealy sway,
a speck of strength to recollect
exhilarating dialects
my lovers deigned to speak..
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 12:52 AM UTC
We are a circle
With neither a beginning,
Nor an end ;
Just me and You and
All our demons inbetween -
Hellfire may blaze
The meteor falls sidelined -
Uriel may stand poised , and
Deadly pestilences of the biblical kind
Ice and fire may reign
Yet - we will stay trapped
In that constricting ring
We birthed , our sad loyal child -
A circus devoid of comedy
Ladies, gentlemen -
This drama, our tragedy -
See the tiny scars etched hard,
The bruises, the marks,
The papery voices we use
To protest empty words;
Endless chasms borne into
Our chests ; These hearts —
They are empty.
Our arms, comfort seeking ;
The heads, our selves —
Caught in an infinite loop
Pulsing with an old light
Like the one from a long dead star.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
If Michael gave me his spear,
I would have no fear.
If Garbiel gave me his lily,
I wouldn't feel so silly.
If Raphael gave me his flask,
I wouldn't be wearing my mask.
If Uriel gave me his sword,
I would be adored.
If Azrael gave me his blessing,
I wouldn't be so depressing.
But I think what I got was better,
After all,we all got this letter,
Written with love by one and only,
The one,who's truly lonely.
Freedom came at his cost,
But even with it,we still get lost.
Life isn't easy but I have to admit,
It's better than wearing a collar that doesn't fit.
It's better to not be bound in chains,
Even if it brings many great pains.
Life isn't easy,but I'm glad this star
Gave me the chance for a bizzare,
truly amusing
and sometimes confusing
Life.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Stone | Water | Wine
You | Truth | Fire
Physical | Consciousness | Spirit
The good book if read properly focuses its allegory of
Symbols and signs saying one thing while meaning another.
The word stone always meaning - you or the physical.
The word water standing in for truth and consciousness.
The word wine meaning the fire or of the spirit.
The trinity thus is – stone, water and wine
In every biblical representation of each.
How do I know, what do you know and what does it matter?
Watch this…
In the ancient document we often find the use of the word Israel.
But what was Israel and where was it?
Was it a real place?
Israel is not a Jewish word.
Is | Ra | El
Egyptian | Egyptian | Egyptian
God | God | God
Isis | Ra | Within
Female | Male | Both Male and Female
****** Spirit | Mind | Ang-el (do you see the El)***
That’s why all the angels are named, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Rafael and
All the other El versions of the angelic allegorical texts.
The word Israel when spoken of in the gospel has nothing to do with
A race of people or a specific nationality of people.
It means that when the spirit and mind are together
They produce the power that is within.
So when someone asks you “Why is God prejudice – or why God
Has chosen people,” and they truly want to know what all this is about
You can now safely tell them that the Apostle Paul said that
A Jew is not a Jew outwardly but instead a Jew is one inwardly.
Now I am going to let you ponder on these teachings for a bit.
Go read your bible and when you see the word rock or stone
Think of it as a symbol for you or for the physical aspects of life.
When you see the word water see it as truth or the conscious aspect of truth.
When you see the word wine understand that it means fire and spirit.
The bible is not only transcribed by men of ancient times
But they had a knowledge that has become mired and confused
By time and by countless belief systems – these people had an
Advanced knowledge of the cosmos and the inner workings
Of everything.
Don’t believe me?
Jews are known in the bible as the children of light.
And what is God? The bible says that God is light.
Look it up. His name is what? His name is I am that I am.
God is not human – it is written. Look it up.
And in Numbers Chapter 2 and verse 9 we hear
That the number of the tribe of Judah was 186,400.
And what is that number, does it mean anything to you?
186,400 is the exact speed per second of light and here we have it
In the old testament referring to the Jews – the children of light.
How could they have possibly known that exact figure?
Oh we’ve just begun. The knowledge held within the pages of
This book is fascinating beyond belief – if we would just
Get through the false teachings that the Bible is literal
And learn to read the stories and their allegorical teachings
Through the lens of a pure heart and mind not jaded
By conviction or guilt or all the traditional ties.
Instead listen to Jacob tell you what is inside of you:
Genesis 32:30 - Jacob then named the place Peniel,
'For I have seen God face to face,' he said,
'And I have been delivered.'
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Gabriel: Angelic Guidance
Unearthly light shines,
Guiding Souls on paths of light,
Whispers of guidance.
Michael: Angelic Guardianship
Wings spread, fierce and strong,
Guardian of Souls, he soars,
Fearless, Love’s pure might.
Uriel: Angelic Paths of Enlightenment
Guardian of truth,
Wisdom’s flame illuminates,
Guiding lost Souls home.
Raphael: Angelic Healer of the Weary
Journeying with grace,
Balms of heaven in his hands,
Wounds dissolve in light.
Saraqael: Angelic Judge of the Fallen
Storm-cloaked, eyes like ash,
He names guilt without a blink,
Truth burns where he walks.
Remiel: Guide of the Returning
Graves break into light,
He lifts souls from silent dust,
Hope walks out with him.
Seraphim: Sacred Angelic Heavenly Choir
Heaven’s sacred choir,
Voices of celestial flame,
Radiant and pure.
Cherubim: The Watchers
Fourfold wings outstretched,
Eyes alight with knowing truth,
Wisdom wrapped in fire.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
It was a personal quest,
Found some faith, no less,
Like Uriel and Baptist John,
As on the divine I pondered on,
Yes, modest conversion spiritual,
I got 'de-light', so mystical,
As I write a verse, lyrical..........
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Heavens Battle… by Jessie 3/05
Long ago Lucifer, was cast away by sin
Heavens door unguarded; Lucifer snuck in
Heaven calm and quite at peace, until evil came to play
Everything it touched turned black and darkened all the days
Panic hit the heavens, Serenity the cost
Fallen Angels everywhere, this war was almost lost
But suddenly, there was a light, bearing down upon the hoard
Arch Angels, in their war attire, sent to battle, by the Lord
Like locusts in a feeding swarm; evils minion stomped and stormed
The Angels drew their battle lines; alliances were formed
Swords clinched with in their fists, slashing at the beast
Pools of blood, horns and wings strewn beneath their feet
The smell of death was in the air; the tide began to change
The Angels force was mightier, than Satan and his gang
Backing up the evil and sending it below
Cries poured out from both sides, with each crushing blow
All four Arch Angels; exhausted from the fight
Circled amongst the fallen, on that apocalyptic night
Gabriel was wounded, Michael much the same
Raphael and Uriel, each taking half the blame
Gabriel’s wing half severed, a **** in Michael’s side
Both continued fighting, finding strength within their pride
Four against the many; brave and pure of heart
Broke right through the enemy’s lines and tore them all apart
Back to back these four fought, ridding heaven of its curse
Knowing had they not succeeded; things would be much worse
Other Angels finely came, to carry off the dead
Cleaning up the heavens floor, stained by blood of red
Tears were shed for fallen friends, which stood against the foe
To this day the numbers, no one seems to know
Then all the Angels sang a song, Angelic and full of grace
About the time when goodness won and drove evil from this place
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
In 12 years it was decided that your life would only amount to a threat
The 12 pulled up to the scene, guns blazing
And in less than 12 seconds your lifeless body fell to the ground
In 2 seconds 2 shots were fired and your 12 years of life, with potential for so much more were severed short
More than 12 months later and you were finally denied justice
Empty toy guns, led to empty rationalization for death
12 apathetic jurors
To them you were nothing but another number, 12, 16, 18?
When your complexion mirrors the midnight black sky, they start to confuse the brilliant stars with airplanes
12 years of joy, 12 years enslaved, in a world that never really cared about you
Almost 12 years to the day of your death Salvador Sibrian and Uriel Damien were victims to trigger happy police too
A simple cycle of violence, in the end life is composed of numbers, but these are my 12 lines for a 12 year old child who didn’t get to be a child
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
The Pillar of Mercy on
one side ,
on the other , the Pillar
of Severity .
All along the Corridor
of Initiation
rang out the cry ,
Uriel , Auriel , Ariel !
☆
Archangel , fire in left palm ,
in her right hand a flaming
sword .
Sun disc breast plate of
chain mail ,
the spirit of Poetry ,
Science and Divine
Judgement .
☆
Then a glowing silver orb ,
floating on the cool night
air ,
and the angel's flaming
sword became
a scroll on which was
written
☆
One , Five , One , Five , Five
☆
This awakened the wild Lady of the Grove ,
rainbows , waterfalls and
butterflies .
While in the woods their sacred
compact made ,
And they rode the
Winged Horse ,
Magician , Priestess and
Spirit .
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC