PAINTBRUSH
Fingertips the bristles of a
pagan paintbrush
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
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Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
......
my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
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END TIMES : ONE
[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31
I likewise will open my mouth in poems. I will utter dark secrets hidden in closets as Mother Earth transitions into Cosmic Heart. Let all truths be told.]
Her crippled body
hobbled disjointed to
peck my cheek
like Judas it
......
Under the dark light of the sun, 'neath the pale shadow of the moon
In that strange land where angels dread to roam,
That place where demons dare not loom.
Tis in that land which chills the gods unto their bones,
I stride to and fro; wandering as I please about the dunes
In that place where all others fear to moan,
I stand up tall and exalt the land with my intrepid croons.
For tis in that sacred realm, that I am home.
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
......
belief held too dear
another facet to fear ~
let go of matrix
BE
LIEF helD
2
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END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
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END TIMES : ONE
[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31
I likewise will open my mouth in poems. I will utter dark secrets hidden in closets as Mother Earth transitions into Cosmic Heart. Let all truths be told.]
Her crippled body
hobbled disjointed to
peck my cheek
like Judas it
......
PAINTBRUSH
Fingertips the bristles of a
pagan paintbrush
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
......