שירה נבואי


שירה נבואי

The Glory Of Kings

A Letter From God

As the gods are deaf I will speak with the same meaning

Gleaming with words that confound and confuse the logic of justice and what is right

Perceived by only our brainwashed minds

We guessed at our creation with logic and those who resembled our own

Kind

Chance

No second glance could be achieved

For once in a whisper those things remained

In their wisdom and logic they understood the things that could never be explained

To workers that ceaselessly gather honey

The fruits of their labor shall be enjoyed by many unemployed by such discipline

Worth

This singular meaning challenges us at our birth

Three stages of our life crawl, walk, crawl

The humility of defeat chastened us all

So small the blue pearl of great price that is the earth

The golden spiral until dawn

I will never leave or forsake you, unto the galaxies beyond

In this saying the milk of the way is true

My will for you

Born as babes anew

Desiring no more the age of strife

Word of my mouth gives life unto life

In the moment when romance becomes clear

I will draw near to you, until what I've waited for draws near

From deeper generations more persistent in their ways

You shall behold me as the changer of ways

Desiring not the milk of the word

As mother and child must eventually separate

The sword of my mouth does not hesitate

But to grow, within the kindness that my love has shown

Until all have grown

Unity

There is one thing that cleanses like the blood

When I repented during the flood

I decided upon you, not for the many or the few

And when I saw, I knew

This is why I fight against the darkness that harkens the day

Not for duality as though I were made of clay

Changing from black to white in the way of parasites

For you I will never change

Estranged

The bastard son of an unloving father

Who can blame you for your actions?

When at first glance I am deranged?

I vow in this day that I will show you the depths of mystery and romance

Though you are like ants to me

All your hopes and fears swirl into nebulas of what could be

Each one of them unique

It is the pearl of great price that I seek

The one who is not ashamed of the love they feel

Trapped deep within their heart

For hidden thou art

Hidden,

Rejected, And Chosen

Clouds like dreams over the Golden State of God

His dreams

Clouds hiding spotlights yet to be seen

The deeper ways of love

The ultimate sacrifice is not giving up

Dreams and the amber rod

Cast upon the land of nod

Children

Last upon their new names

Everlasting youth

Gaining child profound

Gains a new name surrounded by controversy of thy love

No longer will they be called

God increases

But by names more fierce and just

Until the new book is written not by ink or blood

Glory

The prequel to the sequel and the end of the story

Everlasting
Singularity

Twilight

You almost burn as bright as the sun in the night sky

As the gentle brushes of fingerlike clouds fill your empty canvass passing you by

Symbol of hope burning away distance

In an instance behind the darkened backdrop of the void

While others sing their songs in unison

They twinkle their choirs and carols in frequencies we cannot perceive

Indivisible, they believe

Sentinels, silent, suspended over decay

They show us the truth, they show us the way

The pathway to the heavens they are not permitted to betray our trust

Gods, in the olden days

The wisest would look upon them and consider their ways

The spirit of mystery, discovery will purge our souls

The ancient of ways

The Testament of the Return

The twinkling in her eye suggest the dotting of lights beneath a dark sky

A glow from the distant and ever upwards north as we direct our prayers towards the unknown things far above us

To chase far light to its source might reveal that it had passed away long ago

For light is old

In the cold reaches of the ever-space

The birth of a new nebula has taken place

Yet because of the distance between here and there

We cannot perceive its event or horizon

As light will travel at certain speed

We never know what we behold when we gaze at stars

They are sirens of the oasis from eons past

And we live unwittingly in the shadows they cast

Confounded, we tend to forgo, all of their mysteries that neither toil nor spin upon the things of the unknown

For beauty, for worth, locked within its prison

The earth itself must find what lies behind the twinkling

Love within itself is real

And for one to know love the only thing required is to feel

Just as no one would dare argue with pain

Experience will divide information from knowledge within the mind

The birth of the third age, the death of the lie

The Blank Piece of Paper

I can say whatever I want

I am drunk

Have you ever seen eyes like this?

I can kiss whatever you thought, dreamt, or promised

My hair drops down like bridal-veil falls

My Eyes beg to be pleased

I stare blankly at you

And unless you fill me I delete everything that you know or do

My cry of remorse

Is that you die for nothing and live for nothing

I am

The enemy of your soul

Soylent Green

Soylent green, dependence on things unseen

Painted white they watch, they wait

A utopia stands on the shoulders of the damned

Will they hesitate to devour, the next generation, the cash crop?

Crammed together they march in single file

Off to eternity

Taken from them before they ever knew what it was

How can this be?

Do the forces of light and darkness collude?

Many are called but what remains is the few

In the age of this god this much is true

That the old and favored are always granted their every wish

But the meek and truly innocent know no justice

As they are buried alive, face up, in a ditch

Sits the average joe with his familiar saying "life is a bitch"

Behind the curtain, past the throne, and through the vault

Stands oceans of love

A resource that spawned this age, constipated by sin

Does it struggle to win?

Why is the path of love seemingly so thin?

Obscure, mystery, seeking only the few

Based on those who could warm a pew

Yes men based on the pretend, pretense of I.o.u's

Too afraid to say no to the abuse

Of honor, in our God who stands forever

He dwells in far-fetched romances, and dreams that inspire the soul to believe

He who dwells between you and me

Your roots like a tree planted by the river

Once you have been given to, you will become the giver

Your waters pass to the place of least resistance until they become as beautiful as bridal vial falls

All will gather and listen, to the sound of your testimony, completed, they will perch themselves on the rocks and climb as close a they can get, even though the journey might be dangerous

Your desire a tree of righteousness fulfilled

My lack of gain in the flesh fills this hallowed ground

This is now a sacred place

Yes

I will bring forth descendants from thief's

And the days of your morning shall be ended

They shall all be righteous

And a little one shall become one thousand

It is the glory of GOD to conceal a matter but it the glory of kings to search it out

You have become less than the cattle that man was given dominion over in order to eat it

They abide only in the mortality of sin

A special power over adversity I give to you

They were the least and servant of all deceived first

Confessing their belief with three simple letters

Why?

Expression.

Solitude of resolution

"The mother of all the living".

Reverse Polarity Stays the Other World

If sound is movement of air

Consider a prayer

Or the movement of hands waving back and forth while worship is being sent forth

Those movements make a noise as they move what surrounds you

Air

Without it how could we perceive sounds that are there?

Yet in space and the lack of substance thereof

It is for those who have ears to hear

The vastness that relies not upon our limits to perceive the many compressions and rarefactions, the vibrations that plague our existence, for if we had ears to hear the movements of celestial bodies we would perceive the space that they occupy in their worship

For movement is sound which is the meaning of all things

For when the celestial bodies align

The harmony of their movement cancels out all things

In reverse polarity we begin to hear

The cyclical rhythm of the universe as we draw ever near

It is love

And release

As God above gazes upon golden spirals

Galaxies, and shells of the seas that resemble patterns of the same

We were created with more foresight than these

Pain staking risk revealed and in the cross

Slain, with the ease of grace

We relax into forgiveness and into the fold

For our worship is more powerful and old

Than the spaces that separate the light of the stars

In our limited days

It seems that we are

But alone

Ours is the destiny to abide eternally

With the one who created the Everest Sea

Eternity

Upon oceans of love

And unto the ethereal mountains of old

The ladder of Jacob positioned precariously between earth and sky

Told

The message of Beth-el

The meeting place of God

Beneath spiraling galaxies swirling within His eyes

Omniscient, He knows the only truth

Gold

The greatest King the earth will ever know has sought only to purchase humanity

Worth

I am a phoenix

I am a bomber

Nosedive into the chaos

I am reborn in fire

I have carried my testimony, my payload

Craters, like the surface of the moon, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I am an ember with the rite of kindling

What is purpose?

What does it pre pose?

Worth is a staple in the pantry of God

As scarce to the living as gold

Bastard sons of the land of nod

The welfare of our existence temporary, unknown

They behave like the fatherless because they are, fatherless

A baby dragon's egg, a pearl in a field, your species, mysterious until you truly hatch

1 day a thousand years to fast for 100 to catch

Whose mind can be truly transformed when all we have ever known is temporary?

Trust but verify

In this way the truth is shown

Flawed in the shortness of our days and taken away before we ever knew

Forgive them father for they know not what they do

From Beyond

From the unknown, I give birth to fear and romance

The sound, the movement of the air, the wavelengths wax and wane, up and down like the way you feel, like a prayer

My lance my words, the sword of my mouth, that gives creation and earth

My consummation is the soul

Not religion, not success, not society as a whole

I would buy traps to ensnare beauty such as yours with my dignity and my honor from old

But there are freewill offerings from my children worth more than the finest gold

They sing the oldest song and the most ancient story ever told

The very reason I hold the universe in my hands from far above

The answer is love

Darkness will make mystery out of many

Arcane

For there is more space in between the stars

And to travel far is to transgress the ultimate prison

Earth

Unlike the stars expanding ever outward

Darkness is on a definite path

To ever stand still

Like the untamable mountain, that could never rise in stature or fall

Our defeate is what defeats us all

In that moment one should perceive

There is no shadow or light like me

Strong is our foe

We will eat the bread of mortals

Subject to change without reason

In the liberty of freewill are we

Monuments of lost giants could never change

Standing upon the eve of our precipice

We realize one thing

That our forerunners have reached their utmost

But we as abandoned newborns are like eggs from an unknown creature

No one knows what will hatch only that they had been abandoned by their keeper

The Buck knife Stops Here

A president with a plaque

The words are written in black

"The buck stops here"

The author of a poisoned age

When its is in your power to do good and you withhold it is evil

In an hour in a second God could make first contact and change these people

The afterlife proven, no longer lord of the flies and bastards unto themselves gone too far

They act fatherless because they are

Fatherless

Everyone dies

No way of knowing until its to late, faith, fate

Mystery, horror, and romance conceal themselves behind that gate

Eccentric, righteousness, morality

From dimensions away determine our reality, our eternity

And why deities could never be like me

For they could never fail.

Welcome To Earth

364 more

Days to go

An autobiography of the last dodo

In wacky land

Satirical it will take some thought

Seat belts fastening now we go to a land far far away

Candidly while we sing the theme song "oh doedie oh, oh doedie oh,"

Blinding

Pinholes in the sky, the universe

Merry go round broken down

While the natives of this land race to and fro

Understanding what they need to know

But never enough for the light to show…

Through darkened skies of bright and blue

My confidence soaring I find you

My joy everyday you make me smile

To find the only pride I'll ever need in life

The only humility I could ever handle

Helper, whispering

To the grace of God you are a candle

The fire of your heart soft light whimpering

The very center of that flame wants to return home

The fog of life

But when you add hindsight to the grace of God

All of life's challenges are as dire as the dawn

The waves of the ocean race to swallow the land

By rite of perseverance

Separating water from sand and cliffs

Fear you test my truths, my myths

In this is wisdom

Snap Shot of a Moment in Limbo

Four Hundred and sixty eight steps I took I counted them along the way

That’s how long it takes to walk the liquor from store to home

Past homeless people that wave to me I am a man who walks alone

Sometimes I buy a drink for them "God bless you", they walk away

I laugh as my ears they listen to the smart mouth jokes of the clerk

He reminds me of a pencil who's seen far too much use

Dulled down to a blunted perspective from years and years of abuse

He tells the jokes with a sarcastic whit from the years of meaningless work

Still laughing to myself I return home to sit in my empty chair

The wizard drinks his potion and for a moment his spirit is gladder

His addiction he feeds, filling his bladder, getting him fatter

If you were here he promises himself such simple changes wouldn't be a difficult affair

Nimble as Jack jumps over the candlestick across the former and latter

He dances between two worlds to songs that sing and play along while the mindless instruments chatter

Soulless Revolution

Man, moment, machine

Unlocking secret formulas we write yet another epistle

Glory of kings

To search out matters having long been concealed

And initiate the spirit on the verge of industrial revolution

What cannot be mass-produced bought or sold

Is packaged as though it were lightning tamed, captured, and bottled

The flip of a switch, the exchanging of hands, the passive consumer seeks to understand little but what is, what is promised, and what will be

And yet the simplicity of intangible goods would clothe us far beyond our own demise, and far beyond our means

Champions of old

And stories waiting to be picked up again

Love waits as it ever was

Unchained glory, and round waiting to be chambered

Eternally we behold

Seriphic Antheneum

Stars as Libraries

Like bits and bytes that feed into the horizon of the night

Ones and zeros

1100001001

Ubi Sunt

The undead reanimated by their own will

Seeking a good listener

And someone who might pass on their skills

As history repeats itself

Into unknowing eyes that wont be shown

The passive consumerism

Or the safety of Christianity

That would serve them rite

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Temporal, days shortened

Alive

Age, Age, divine appointment, expiration

Date

The great ozymandius lies forgotten

Dust

The musical note for "D" called dominae

Angelic teachers all chiming in unision

Educating every note, every alphabet, named after a name of God

Aubade to Dawn

He always flies me over the darkened sea

And I wonder how far I would sink if I would fall

Miles high, no walls

In my crossings, introduced to the unknown

The outlandish lands are made shown

Hope's becoming and things yet to be

The strange word "never" would breath a sigh

For all the infinite times it was determined to pass us by

Where we all are determined to face defeat

Belief defeats us all

After the fall of light as a whole

The rising of the sun embodies the feet of the soul

Upon which we were made to walk or crawl

Looking Skyward

Eyes averted toward the sky she wonders why she's so hard to look at

Out of sight and out of mind maybe its so much contorting of the neck and the discomfort of looking upwards that keeps her beautiful.

Heart surrounded by absence of light works to fight as clothing to hide the nakedness beneath

A vast canvass of stars with one thing in kind, the majority of the void in between them

They both share a small room where living space and energy are the two things that they will never lack

Yet there are alien eyes that cry

Like the elliptical headlights of the cars rushing by her window that mimic her thoughts

They strive on the circular forces unseen and turning of wheels

Beneath the stars where the city lights glow

Just like the sky where others show

And they show how fast for the catcher to grasp inspiration

Yet the 3.5 billion repetitions that do not quicken the heart in the glory of its brief and lonely days…

We see now that the most insidious power of the flesh as it plays out is to conceal a matter all the while… the glory of kings is to search it out

Collapsing The Gates

Reaching out beyond our thankful attitude towards the fact that the ones who hold authority could always make it worse for us

And this is our gratitude to the one who bankrupted heaven

To settle beneath the right thumb of oppressors that seek to convolute the message of freedom

The absolute power of righteousness calls out like the rising of the sun over the darkened horizons of the polluted earth

Vexed behind our four walls of Sodom like Lot we offer our daughters our most precious gifts as supplication to the violent that they should pass us over

Like they were the angel of death the ally of God who enforces the consequences of disobedience in the form of sin, it took blood on the doorposts.

Endlessly we worship within the thankfulness of our four walls and bless ourselves as though we had observed the word of God. Church.

The trumpet then sounded with phsycotic presicion on the same day as the walls fell from the great city Jericho.

As the word inhabited them they marched for twelve days.

The dust of their rule settled upon the land of Cannan

Marched they into the unknown despite what little the living God had shown to them

Area 51

No one knows what lies beyond those secure gates

How then could He hide all of heaven? Without extreme effort?

To build a fortress around the endless gifts of righteousness

For them who have the power to do good and withhold it is Sin

I am not God but a man

To submit myself to love and the keeping of my word is all the faith I can

Within my spirit burns a fire

If you will, to be my Lord, show yourself as more strength than I am
Was not the word upon the mountain meant to justify your name?

I myself like the favored Elijah do not wish to sacrifice in vain

Comes Justice

Humanity with one hardwired instinct, habitat, The thrill of extremes, introduction to the divine

Jumping from one foot 2 another they belive, only in what they can feel at the time, for passion often governs but never wisely

To move a mountain all at once is holocaust

For great change equals great displacement

Pain and loss many shall suffer at what has been lost after the transformation

Despite its intentions gray and resolved

It is a small stone that will move mountians

And for one to shift that never growing landmass

One only need to pick it up

A small stone

For one that seeks to move a mountain must

First displace a pebble

As with true fighting great movements amount to nothing but defeat

But wisdom gives great congress to love in the movements of the meek that inherit the earth

By their simple yet powerful good deeds they have subdued nations

Within the great conflurigations that consume and conceive faith for its wealth.

Authored by : יֵשׁוּעַ

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