poems flit by on the breeze of the season
and could cause you to cry if you would listen to reason.
I am the shadow and I am the sun
I am ev-ery one
My song you do sing.
with fear I keep you near
but your fear is unfounded
only your body is grounded.
see Me within the sinner.
and yet again within the saint;
for We are all of the same Flame.
the deal sealed with a kiss;
ignorance is bliss…
once bitten forever smitten.
necessity is the mother of intention…
trial by fire.
Well done My son; I can see you’ve had fun.
Test them. See if they remember Me.
“yes my Lord.”
And if they are worthy.
“of course my Lord.”
You are My dischord ,
I would that they were in remembrance;
Set them some tests and see who thrives…who rests.
“as ever; You know best…but they shall not rest from my tests
and neither will they be bored oh my Lord.”
By My causeless mercy shall all that they own be stripped away.
That they may see Me all the clearer.
Enamoured as they are by the illusion of life.
“my Lord they shall love You as they fear me.
they shall search the stars for You in the yonder.
they shall ponder long on Your song that is Life.
i shall set them strife. beget their wife with blight.
hear their hymns in the churchlight.”
Let it be.
They shall remember me.
it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.
i am a sheep dressed up as a wolf in an other sheep’s fleece
that i may walk my field in peace.
the flock mock my smock that keeps me safe.
the wolves drool and yet keep their cool thinking i am of their school.
the sheep bleat their disbelief as the cruel wolves leave me be.
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Time is the Truth;
that which ‘is’.
and forever ‘exists’.
we yearn with a lust for bliss.
the kiss that we miss.
is this all that there is?
Love is the Truth;
a gentle reproof that to choose is to lose.
there are clues in the blues, if only we knew.
as i sit here i stew; and think of you.
as i sit here and stew, i think of you.
has a hold on me.
got a grip you see,
it won’t let me be.
the illusion of life
is rife with strife
but there’s room to choose
whether we win or we lose.
it’s up to me and down to you.
dont cry my children
for your freedom is false
cannot be bought
cannot be sold
for money nor love
nor a pinch of salt
Of Me you ask,
My distant past.
What would you learn
With your Material mask?
How can I show
What you should know,
That you may grow
Free of all that helps you fall?
Within and Without,
I am He without a doubt.
The Eternal Soul.
Many I have made,
Seasons of Multiverses,
They come and they go.
I am not attached.
There is no Gemini side.