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Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
~
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
~
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
~
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
~
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon

Splendid Ascertainment

Long did I hold patience for this to come,
and the cliché cupid had at last found me.

As wherein our lips meet,
this living system of mine reminisces.

What memories have remained
in my forgetful storage continue

to serve my jaw the smiles
that you so know and adore...

For whatever reason, you chose me,
and pray I that God had a hand.

Though I deserve not a thing,
I receive beyond the expectations of my prayers.

Long did I await your arrival,
And I don't believe you were a second too soon.

A Southern Desire

Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.

Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?

It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.

This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.

Free Spirit Fail Safe

Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.

Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.

What a sight as I close my eyes,

Late at night when energy dies.

Taken to flight my psyche then flies.

Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.

Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies

The withered flowers ashen and in bloom

Be my soul

The Changing Tide

The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.

Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.

The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my

2. Maze Upon The Mountain

Around my throat pulled the rugged noose,
tighter with every upward movement...
Though beheld I chains of gold as a harness,
inching me along the way up.
~
I scaled the mountain of my own,
whilst I tread in its vertical labyrinth...
To my back, a mirror follows my every move,
the constant reminder of every falter.
~
From above comes down an ever flowing stream,
washing clean from me the blood, sweat, and tears.
Such is the waters of life that I chose to follow,
as the overflow my thirst and tired limbs.
~
At my feet, the heat of a million fires,
giving rise to the sulfuric smell of Rock Bottom...
Where from and down the rugge

1. Foul Calamity To Filthy Mind

The widow carried the glass of blood on her back,
up the climb of the standing hairs upon my arm...
Her stare was without emotion,
but all eyes were on me with each and every step.
~
My hope was in my half empty glass,
yet the widows glass was always filled with blood,
every drop from every venomous bite...
One by one, her steps draw closer to my pounding heart.
~
She burrows beneath my sleeve,
the receding image of her legs,
is enough to overtake my heart...
the suspense alone ravages my pulse.
~
What bitter calamity had overtaken the life through my veins,
by God, such a fear building the arctic sweat about my flesh.
I can

Reflective Argument

Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
who

The Book of Excerpts: Creed of The Patrons

Blessed my guides,
Governed by our King.
His children know my purpose,
just as he upon his throne.
Sweet clarity do I seek,
But of course patience is key,
as by faith do I live, as this
nothing but mortal being.
To only them and our Father,
do I loyally obey.
Behold, for I am the left hand of God,
and I will fear no evil.

Made of What We Are.

Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.

This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.

Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....

To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...

For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.

Yet Another Fallen Host

My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.

What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.

Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.

Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.

That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the

Deserving of Nothing

My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 3

We walked onward,
Into a forest dark and nearby.
without lacking of hesitation.

Forward and never looking back
did my curiosity take me
Unto a realm of more woe

"This place", Asked I
did feet was walk these forlorn woods?"
He halted, gazing onward...

His silence to my discord,
gave answer to my question...
And his feet carried on.

"These woods were the resting place of my misery.
Alone and like you." stated he to my ears.
Though places are kindred to my own,

Yours is the journey that shall marked with your name,
Descending first into the retribution of your humanity.
Know you shall, the lamentations of all souls you find."

H

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 4-Idolatry

The doors bore hinges that had seen much wear and tear,
as opened to many had it been over the humanity's course.
There was little at the bottom, but a multitude of printed hands in blood.

The hinges, rusted over, creaked like tortured animals
The doors did open with a slow and haunting movement...
For there were no persons or creatures to make it such.

"The blood upon," said he, my guide,
"such is that which pushes open
the gaping mouth into Damnations bosom.

It is both innocent and tainted,
As the victims of mortal sin push ajar,
these monstrous atrocities before you."

In terror I remembered and heard the creaking hinges...
an

Musician of the Silence(San Juan de la Cruz)

I

You were a Carmelite in the style of the most severe and the most poor: Shoeless.

There is a passage in the Gospel of Matthew, where Jesus sends the disciples to the world with these carefully chosen words: Do not carry gold or silver in your belt; Do not take a bag or two robes or shoes or stick; because the worker has earned his meal. You were so serious a person, John, that you interpreted these words in their literal meaning , which was also the most poor and most miserable meaning: You chose to walk without shoes just like Jesus and his closest disciples.

Perhaps you recalled the words of the Lord t

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yet where there is darkness there is light, in any amount...
therefore, where there is hate, it is only fitting that there is love.
My winds may corrode or destroy that which is past,
Only to allow room for that which is the future.
As do my Waters,
As do my Fires,
As do my Soils.
My waters may end life,
just as they may begin it anew.
As do my winds,
As do my Fires,
As do my Soils.
My fires may purge all within there raging path,
And may make ways new life to reign.
As do my Winds,
As do my Waters,
As do my Soils.
Yet, my soils are spoils amongst all my properties...
For it will wither as it must,

Hearts of HonorFine things come not to a good heart,
A good heart simply knows its desires.
They denounce only that which is against everlasting peace.
Their Honor lies in the Humbled hands of Humility.
Blood shall never reach their appetites...
They only interfere where they belong.
They live as they pretend to be.
They lie in wait, for oppurtunity.
Unburdened is a Faithful Heart of Honor.
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They fight for what their mind holds...
For the Mind and Heart go hand in hand,
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Both are meant for one anothe

Followers Shall LeadRespect is a fine yet seldom Luxury these days...
For pride overshadows it's throne in an arrogant wave of simplicity.
Yet Honor is not Dead, and shall never leave this Hellish world.
It flourishes in the heart of every born and made leader.
And it is deeply seeded in the minds of Followers.
For in the Hell that thrives around and beneath our Earth,
There is seldom a sword in the Stone, to be drawn.
There Is seldom a selfless sacrifice to be made.
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And their grasp has yet to let up.
But Leaders still live and lead on,
as Followers follow,
as only the Strong shall survive.
For b

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For they are are but a simple yet wise warning.
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with morallity and ethics.
Progression is to often overshadowed by ignorance.
Yet, Free will is never an accident.
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That is for you and a higher power to decide.
Caring about what others think of you
is simply a more humble way to Glory.
Sometimes being Ignored
is simply God's way of saying
That some are not worth your time.
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Intend to one day b

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The demons will catch up fast.
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make a final stand rather than take flight.
Killing an enemy,
only spares them the rightful punishment.
Overcoming an obstacle
Has required brute force and endless effort.
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For we are a Cold Rusty blade,
In the back Hypocrisy.
We are devoid of pity to the Unclean.
We march endlessly in protest
outside the gates of Hell. Bring out the battering ram,
We make our move this darkened day.
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There once was a time when only the Hard working earned their due.
There once was a time when only the Fit could fight.
Now,
That time has come to pass, and such is a degrading tragedy,
to this already pathetic world.
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Lest we be Influenced By Tyrannts and simpletons.
Logic has been imprisoned by over-infatuation and smuthering.
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4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone

by ~GrubbsWriting, Dec 22, 2012, 11:22:40 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
~
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
~
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
~
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountains side,
Back down to my place of origin to this journey, where my rose was received.
~
There did I land as a shade, untouched by what I was to witnessed,
Yet still petrified and still did I stand,
Alike my putrid corpse that was feet from my feet.
~
My out of body experience found interruption from surrounding eyes,
Inhuman and many, outnumbering the shine and shade of my spirit.
Yet they remained in their wretched black, encompassed by unsettling darkness.
~
And amongst the cremated world I once called my home,
Saw I, the marks left behind by the four beasts…
Hoof prints were but a genesis to the revelation.
~
The roots interior of the soil were mangled and beyond reform…
The clouds bled out an acid rain upon Gaia's flesh,
And she screamed as her mother nature betrayed her.
~
Fear overtook my trembling soul,
And I began a run that made my vision
Only more vivid to the new horrors born unto my world.
~
My fellow man had dropped his moral compass,
And War had recreated them to be as land mines,
Obliterating the humanity of my brothers and sisters whenever given pressure.
~
My former and cremated home thrived as a barren extension of the Hell below.
Its grounds were laced with the skeletons of history and humanity…
Some fresh organs found my eyes, just as the decay found my nose.
~
The air's ash did not do well to mix with my tears,
My vision blurred as my feet carried my shaking legs,
Until finally they gave way amongst the filth in their way.
~
My quivering breath caught up with my heart,
And my trembling hands lifted themselves to wipe away my gray tears…
And before me stood yet another structure….

4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zoneby ~GrubbsWriting

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Symbolism:

-the turning arachnid: A rather saddened God, turning away so he doesn't have to watch the unpleasant events unfold.

-Powerful winds: the constant, amazing yet unseen work of the Angels of God & the Heavenly Host. In this poem they come down to Earth from Heaven for the final battle.

-Omphalos: THe source of Creation, where the previous poem, "The Spider Upon the Structure" takes place. The free fall is just a way of explaining how the narrator goes from one dimension to another the War Zone is an Apocalyptic Earth.

-Surrounding eyes and the wretched black: Demons, and their cowardice in attempting to remain hidden.

-The cremated world represents how the apocalypse is really meant as a "death-process" for the Earth and all of its inhabitants. What is know as the world we live will ultimately go through this state of purification, sublimation, and ascension into the Kingdom of God. Much like how cremation is thought to "freeze the soul, and ascend to Heaven in the form of smoke."

-"Hoof prints were but a genesis to the revelation." This is probably my favorite line in the whole poem. It not only refers to the 4 horsemen, but also alludes to the verse in Revealations; Revelation 22:13: "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end." Here I used further reference to that particular verse by mentioning the first and the last books of the Bible, in chronological order.

-The mangled roots: The origins and catalysts of the apocalypse will hardly be known during it all.

-The acid rain: Mother natures attempt to cleanse the Earth

-Moral compass land mines: Proverbs 14:12 "There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it only leads to death." In the events of the Endtimes, humanity will find itself in complete chaos--and morals and ethics will likely go out the window.

-"skeletons of history and humanity": Crumbling buildings, destroyed cars, etc

~ShiningSteel Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The symbolism here is impressive!

I never heard the term "omphalos" before.

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