Serated Cacophony of the Heart

What else is there?

Here, amidst the library of this ruin,

Of all  the eyes that blink,

Only the One above talks to me,

The law now they all uphold,

a casting of pearls to decrepidness of their own mire,

a ladder of merit is their underlying mission,

see now thier collpse in their own ultimate conceit.

So do you think it’s worth continuing,

to pretend intellignece amidst your sea of tears?

a learned man can claim the scriptures as fact

only to the emptiness of soul it proves it nothing

So is there a merit to your boast?, oh pharisee of pharsiees…

to compare the faults the other man as that,

to the equally bigger bloodstains in your  own blackened hands?

Condemn them not, o simple brother of mine,

Do not put youself in the pedestal of your grotesque pride,

For here we are… the sick of the sick, the patient in need of the doctor,

The blood was shed, not  only for a few good hundred,

But for the multitudes of the scum that is treasured by He,

Men as human as you, scars and all, the children in need of their father,

Won’t you say he loves them much…

as equally as He loves you?

Some people get a ten in life,

some people get none at at all…

But consider the fullness of the picture,

and complentate the grand scheme of all things,

The fire that burns amidst the immensity of your darkness,

the flame that kills the stain of unpardonable sin,

Here it is is,now… the solution in all full absolutes

Tis not the sweat of the brow but of simplemess of belief

A crutch you may call it… but tis the wind beneath

the weakness of our  broken wings.

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We take this clumsy steps of faith…

To walk the line in total accordance of His ways,

Yet He holds us not for our failures,

For here is the God that loves us all despite all.

A teacher to the student, A father to his children…

Here he guides us along  in this steep of paths

Tis the slow steps that is priceless,

The silver of all blessings, The raw gold of eternal understanding.

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This is my sweat…

The proof my toil… the absolute archievement for all my troubles,

Put it together with a bloodshed so unjust,

And definatley it pales in comparison,

For here is our God now, Our Savior,Our Father,

An innocent man into a pulp, the spit of the world upon His face, 

It is through this we are all  free now,

The liberation from all  gnawing torment,

The fulfilment of the Law in total perfection,

No longer shall the judgement be upon us,

For here is the Love that’s the burning flame,

the cleanser of wounds,

The destroyer of all that breeds fear!

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Here is the day now!

To the death of all pointless lies,

To the banishment of all unfounded fears.

This is the song in all absolutes,

A victory written in holy blood,

Tis an unjust punishment for a man with no wrong,

The stamp of true rightiousness

A debt now forever paid in full,

Do you think we deserve all this?

I think not… But here it is now, anyway!

A crimson rose from the Father above,

the redeeming hue of the red that washes all,

From the darkness we shall rise…

A dance of dry bones  rises to a cresendo,

This vessel shall forever be restored,

A mark of a saviour with the drop of  a sacred blood,

What am I to comprehend?

A love all encompasing…. a thing a wretch like me doesn’t deserve,

Still for all that… I’m as as exalted as the saints above,

An inheritor of all blessing…I’m as loved as prince upon high.

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The end of sorrow, the end of bloodied tears

Three nails to the sacred of all souls,

From hell he delivers  us,

No more shall the arrows be on me,

rusty hooks of judgement, stretching my skin for a relevance in insults

I am Lazarus, from festering tomb I shall rise…

Open the stone of the law from me, into His rest I enter

Three nails is what it took, a catalyst in crimson red….

the peace pact is forever sealed, into eternal peace we enter now

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I stand still amongst the rising of waves,

Into the centre of the furnace I reside

No man can snare me to his end

In my hands I’ve got the fire

In my breath is the sword,

Against the words of the evil one I shall cut down

For the defeat is already the nail to him,

Rise up now! For the trumpets are now a-sounding for a victory!

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Smash ‘em down! For the walls of logic bear no relevance for me!

Of loose lips that criticize… it’s a clear proof that the world is too lazy to understand

Out of Egypt we were delivered, Out of Babylon we were redeemed

From the gates of hell we were doomed to,

An obligation of despair courtesy of Adam,

it’s through the blood that all is reversed,

For this is the Word that kills all lies,

into paradise we rest to Thee,

IN SALUTATION OF BLOODIED RAZORS (Open letter to the murderers)

Yet another blow to the chest

Yet another spit to the face,

Thank you, o Judas! For your outpouring for me…

For to suffer in silence is my only reply to you,

Have you consider the abstractions, my friend?

The dimensions of feelings, that intersect in me and you?

For it is your flesh that stabs, eternal curse to your mirror

the reminder of your own cancer, the reminder of eternal Archilies heel

Why do you persecute? A discount for your wounds

festerings of silent pain that burns like acid?

of tears shed for all that’s unrealised; the eternal sorrow of all?

Does it all matter to you, friend? To bother even feeling at all….

to realise the same insect you crush, has the very blood you live

that carries all paterns Adamic, for all that makes you…you

DISPELLING SPECULATIONSHIP

Thank you for you kindness

Thank you for patience for all

To peaceful sleep I will go,

temporal rest for the journey ahead,

this path of grace that I now stride,

To guess the workings of a conversation in subjectives,

a foggied sea I ride, of bloodied feet amidst murky water,

let us sense good instead of bad,

for blue devils thrive on imaginary bullets

At least your my ally… my sister, my friend…

Forgive me for all doubts,

For on weakened knees I try to stand.

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I walk in victory now…

rejecting all lies that makes the  world turn,

the rules of the natural has now been broken,

For it’s really the power of the heavens that makes us be,

You can claim reality is the benchmark for all,

Not true! for all that stands sall be laid to dust,

Rise up and reject! For it’s the salt that makes all real!

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I was broken to a million pieces

a hope deferred, a dream long stone dead,

I drifted as a ghost in the cold night wind,

Unsure of my path,searching for the key from this hate,

But today it’s a diffrent story now…

                                         for I have came back from the dead!

Adversity is now long past gone, a chain I now shall cast away

For three nails are my deliverance,

the cause for justification, the cause to celebrate,

You can say it’s symbolic…but to me it’s a lot more,

For it’s the blood that flows in all,

the air for which we breathe!

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Bind the tongue of the wicked,

For the lies they make are mere

murmurs with no substance,

Dance and jive to the way of the father!

the Word, the Light, the Path

Death to all pricipalities of the mind!

For it’s only thorugh His Love

One is set free!

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It’s is not by hardened hands I am talented,

Nor by my words I am hip…

Look above, brothers and sisters!

Here is the fire that burns!

The anointing the power from above,

the bullet that kills all festering lies!

Say all you want… for it seem to mean nothing to you…

your labours begat the fruits of pain,

your pride is your ultimate noose,

For this is my submission,

My surrendor of all my pains to the cross,

For didn’t he bleed for you? For us?…

For the very redemption of mankind from our burdens?

Justifications Amidst the Vortex

What am I to do, my friend?

What am i going to do?

These  lamentations I make…

pointless mocking of crows

bringing me down to my very knees

Rise up, says He… for the sun of rightiousness

continues to shine,

for what the world sees,

is testament to it’s own blindness.

Dead is their work… for the word or truth shall always prevail.

Pondering against the Logic of Despair

It would be easiy for me close the chapter now,

An exit wound for an eternity,

A bullet for every  cent of my troubles,

But here I am… with broken bread and a cup of wine…

insignificant it may seem… a symbolism seemingly cliched…

Still… it is a gentle reminder to all of us,

For our existence s may never be acknowledged by the world

But it definately means more to Him, Our Father.

They will no longer be

weeping in the city,

For the sun rises for

a good reason in time.

For the bones in the valley

has already did their dance,

a breath to their empty lungs,

like new power to the muscles to the heart.

I will not look back in regret…

to browse away to old sins done and said…

For the reflection of the

present soul holds no virtue,

like making letters on water,

a deed futile… a work best rerserved for dirt,

Aren’t we the most luckiest of all creatures?

A species chosen for the experience

to a love that transcends the natural of all things

a living sacrifice for all eternity,

a Word of Power emortalised now in the purest of blood.

Do you honestly think I will bow down?

to fate? to stereotype? to the all that’’s considered natural?

Do you think that I’m weak? A joke in your eyes?

A singularity of points in all your deluded plans,

Do you honestly think I’d consider defeat?….

Considering the power given to me,

by a force greater than you?

For the floods you make are nothing…

a roar of a lion, a whimper of the weak,

All things I ask have all been fulfiled

A blessing granted, a debt paid in full,

Don’t think I’m scared of you,

For you’re just the same….

a jackal with it’s tail between it’s leg

a head marked with defeat, a pariah of the True Victor.