Raising the dead

Lift this shroud of darkness
Spirit I send thee
To forsee and give thy forsight
Be the fourth eye

Walking in the sun with shades
I am the son with the rays
Speaking words of life
For the deceased to be raised

Before we are erased from the face
Of the living even thou we breathe
Counted as dead
Whilste these lands we still tread

I pray in a foreign tongue
That foreign help may reign
Like the heavens latter rain
Get us rid of these rebirths of pain

Again and again we plunge into sin
Senses of holiness have become numb
Reception for my prayers lost
As I feel doomed destined for disaster

I still breathe even thou I am not alive
I must find the light if my next breath depends on you

for life to be

subdue

Yes we paint with our silver tounges
clinged with clicks ready to pin words of hope
for the people a vision will rise
from these spirit inspired discriptions.
Falling like droplets moisture to give life to hearts

and let them grow like a space man
to touch the mind of God
and bring heaven on earth in scrolls
so eyes can see what every dead poet still speaks
in the graves of their minds

raising sense to those who have lost
all senses to the devine.
Mortal man decaying like a boocay of flowers unwattered
or perhaps watered by stagnant waters
that quenches man's temporal thirst leaving temples falling
to the ground gripped by the dances of curiosity

eyes squint from gazing too long at the traditions of the rebelious
whose hope is to one day gate crash
a holy place dressed in black rugged linen
and be the offending difference in a table set
for those who have been producing less of themselves

releasing the incarnate
Taught to shun evil and live.
Through meditations emidiately urging
for the mind to grow up and be god.
For the phases we face are just stages it takes
a class to step

slowly tapping knocks to create in this world
more minds to mind our ereversable spell
that has split our image degradable

as if man were not created in the image of God
Perhaps man should start imagining God
and become a pleasing image before Him
not worshipping an image
but the Son made superior to be the first born
amoung the visible and the invisible worlds at large

So we can step boldly into the throne of grace
as sons of heaven sent to walk the walk on earth
subdue and rule

let me die, so we can live

Today I saw a tree
with its leaves buried in the sky and roots
hanging like branches waving side to side
waiting for men to decide to commit devision's suicide
And live as one

Self forsaken
like the death of asperm cell
Fertilised into the womb
for new life to be
So like an upside down society
We still look upon the roots to produce fruits

when our offspring die before they are born
and those who have been born
wish they would have falled dry
like leaves and those who are still to be born

stay in wombs longer fearing a poverty of love
in this world

Conscious spirit, open the trees
in this forest of words
to stop being shy and grow
men fearless as the gods.

I long to live truth as my greatest poem
and speak mute as my greatest speech.

And find life in death
so as to be free from my own.
I surrender to be used
for my ego has bruised me with foreign desires.I

In you I shall find peace
When my heart is saved from such filth

South Coast Herald...(las Vegas Poetical Moments)

Dreaming daily of you dearly

I dream about you daily
Drawing pictures of us drooling
Speaking daisies, drumming
Closing divisions deviding

Diving and drowning
Dropping like drappings
Dreading till dreadlocked
Falling like drama on scenes

I dream about you dearly
Really downing deserts
Dressed to kill danger
Addressing doubts divorcing

Till morning hours early
dreaming daily of you dearly

seven stars, seven spirits and seven seals

Bring on the light

I speak light with lightining lighting human light bulbes
to share Jesus on this darkness

Bring on the light
I switch together with the switches
marking my enemies with love
so to fuse them with light

Behold I speak in seven stars seven spirits and seven seals
sealing light into your womb to be your hope of glory
and bring you through pain a joy
that reigns above all tempting messengers sent to disturb your path.
I speak beauty in your spirit beyond the seven wonders of the world
pouring the spirit of truth to sons and daughter to be and stand proud.
Boldly shout hades cannot contain me

like Jonah in a fish the age of pisces
carrying Jesus the son of man
to combine all in addition through the cross
to stand in line under the command
of the one who commanded life to live and death to die

The hope of many to be ressurrected in his likeness.
Speak and walk as He did raising the dead
Moving the specks of dust that lay in my own eyes
in a form of enticing sins unnoticed by the naked eye

before we stand naked and are consumed
These words possess enough possessions
for you to leave all your possesions and positions behind
and step up higher on the Highway
and taste that the Lord is good

His ways Higher than our ways
surfing with angels on the crest of grace unto godliness.
I call heaven and earth as witness that I have put before you life and death
a blessing and a curse therefore choose life before we die

for time is too mindful of time to last forever
and ever shall be the kingdom that waits on your submissions
to send you on your missions that have been prophesied and predestined
before the foundations of thee earth.

You are a child of royalty one of a kind.
Your Father is Heaven within shall you find.

Mind these words for they will bring on the light
Liberate you from the appearing life to the reality of death.
Angels day shift and shift nights so light can shift darkness to shift.
God sits not far as in distance juts a dimension in part
shout Jesus three times and you would have agreed
that the son of man should not be denied three times
.God the Father God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy is God

The number three is One in the order of His majesty
no mind can imagine while logic still stands.

Bring on the light.Bring on the light bring on the Light

I speak in seven stars seven spirits and seven seven seals
producing warriors of heaven.
With swords sharpenered seven times to perfectly murder the devil
select out out of his bag the elect
that's you and I been kept captive.



Activate you to be a weapon of mass lightining.
And bring on the light as the light of the world.

In love with experience

Experience has taught me
And still teaches, firm
Solidifying any doubts
I have had about theories

I will make friends
But only a few will make me
The person of priority in their lives
Experience has taught me

To cry just for a while
And not long to miss the point
All will happen
In the meantime,I must

Call my experiences the experiment
So as to survive the moment
Not to complain
We were born to love

Therefore hate is the reason
We are at war
We fear to be alone
Yet far from loving

Confusion has us make empty
Promises,to be yet another
Lost, waiting to be found
Anyone finding us must be lost