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NOTE: These videos above tackles on 2 Biblical realities. The 1st video explains how polytheism is the standard biblical truth and the 2 other videos is the justification of Zionism and its relative cruelties.
MEMORIES.
Hello, below are some excerpts from an old blog i had in 2013 during when my schizophrenia was strong, raging in whiplash. Unexpectedly, i bumped into it then recovered some few things like for example:
"I was reckoned free, yet, only in the mental realm, time came I am never free at all!"
Dale Mischofez, 1967, Aluta prison #675-E-RD-66
"Myriad influx of thoughts bent and inked, the joy of writing bristles through."
Sin's diary-- the daffodil's lament.
"Good will is tested by how the tide beats. A good man is revealed by what kind the ground his feet are upon. Goodness under favorable circumstances is sleazy, cranked-out crap if it wavers consequently twisted-firm in times of societal repulsion. Goodness for whom goodness is present, for me, it is hypocrisy feasted upon like gold. Conditional good only during favorable conditions, I detest such pretense of true love as socially an inherent norm to uplift in convenient times but to despise and to judge negatively in times of battering and twitching down-trod shame and isolation, however shame came to being--"
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sin's diary-- the daffodil's lament.
"Still by how worms wriggle in the mud, by how flies maneuver in the trash, by how he persists to survive in highly forbidding circumstances is the very cause of his reaping the agony of disdain, hate, infamy despised as by the appearance of his detestable seemingly pretense."
Monday, April 8, 2013
JUST SIMPLY SIN: A POEM 4/15/2013
You love standing on plaza square listening from a storyteller in your younger years or a poet deliberating something through poems? Here's an electronic way, just dramatize an imagination about its bits and pieces and try the voice of Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey as its narrator or if you want a scary tone, do a Freddie Krueger.
Be careful, there are bits and pockets of trip wires in it.
THE RED DAZZLE
Blood red mist by twilight’s gleam
Hope scathed?
Faith aground?
Or love in splattering hue?
Into the nocturne
Destruction as twilight creeps
Upon what darker precipice a tender rose bloom?
By which end diverge its petals bred?
Immortalized grid, harrowing
Seal of the living dead
Which mark afterwards best allures?
Demons’ bite
Decaying cut
Thistles of nine-inch nails, my lord?
Or shackles twitching free?
A damsel in distress
A rose in pervading agony
At nightfall’s crest
All through chill long
Fragile
Tender, in wicker’s bed
The Ever Life
She clings
Through grit my lord?
The flutter splattering red
Hollowed
I soar
Within where ether’s free
By which shadow she confides
By which wings no terror commands
Damsel be
Damsel see
Thus I am
The red dazzle
Should death be as stark
Or light’s an uplifting rhapsody?
Pure hallow my lord
I am in thee
Thus the nocturne
All througH
ALL ENDS
Trail on the Evermore
Pilgrim by whose sandals thou art in?
What staff does thy hands held?
Bleeding
Gripping
Slipping
By whom darkness caressed?
At what edge thou do cling longer?
Yet more the abyss is tempting
Its gleam
Strange as thy harbored stripes
Yet too allures
At thy will’s edge
Yet still none forbids
Darkness upon the harrow
Darker scarring prison still
By lightning streaks
Thy petals free
Is it not splendor at its crest?
Is this not thy hope?
Or horror soaked by blood?
What myriad spawn of red
Yet too liberty
By whichever shackles break
As forked horror beats
So likewise, thy spawning through
Nothing mourned
For whatever is freed
Repose unlimited
As thou roses
The Lord’s beloved
I wait
My Lord
I cling
Below, the nether hides the dead
Above the glistening sky
Within I am sun-caressed
Thanks be to God
To God be the glory!
Memoirs of the living dead
In the blossom of red ROSES
calvary and jesus christ: a poem about god's love 4/14/2013
Dusty and sand-gusty as the wind-worn path seems unfriendly, the travellers trudge, some fallen yet as a beacon shining has Jesus Christ been an undying light, and God has always been caressing and understanding in this grim world nobody can as light from Calvary did transcends, from Jerusalem to the 21st Century, a love undying-- a reason to live. A faith poem.
OF FETTERY SHEEN
Grotesque frantic reel
A chilling death’s memoir
Crest of the creeping crave
A lingering fettery hold
In death’s lust allure
In wreathed bliss she came
IN FETAL TREMORS I LAY BLEEDING
IN THE DARKER ROGUE I LAY WEEPING
Oh she is my repose
in starlight’s bosom
Vortex of my demise
Pure as the moon light
She came in softness caress
In feathery red I am protected
I was fragile
In symphonic tatter
She is my restitution forever
Oh my sweet sepulchre
Romance bloomed on bleeding stripes
Oh my sweet sepulchre
An epitaph by love have built
Insignia of two cords entwined
Is the blossom’s sweetly grace
A rose upon the grave is for the revival of the dead
Her descent by moon light
Fading death’s allure by the red spill
On lover’s nest a splendor it had bloomed in red
Romance on fettery sheen
Bliss by the blossom of red
I WAS NOT FORSAKEN,
BY THE SOFTNESS OF HER CARESS
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+ IN MEMORY
To God be the glory!
© 2013
"I was reckoned free, yet, only in the mental realm, time came I am never free at all!"
Dale Mischofez, 1967, Aluta prison #675-E-RD-66
"Myriad influx of thoughts bent and inked, the joy of writing bristles through."
Sin's diary-- the daffodil's lament.
"Good will is tested by how the tide beats. A good man is revealed by what kind the ground his feet are upon. Goodness under favorable circumstances is sleazy, cranked-out crap if it wavers consequently twisted-firm in times of societal repulsion. Goodness for whom goodness is present, for me, it is hypocrisy feasted upon like gold. Conditional good only during favorable conditions, I detest such pretense of true love as socially an inherent norm to uplift in convenient times but to despise and to judge negatively in times of battering and twitching down-trod shame and isolation, however shame came to being--"
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sin's diary-- the daffodil's lament.
"Still by how worms wriggle in the mud, by how flies maneuver in the trash, by how he persists to survive in highly forbidding circumstances is the very cause of his reaping the agony of disdain, hate, infamy despised as by the appearance of his detestable seemingly pretense."
Monday, April 8, 2013
JUST SIMPLY SIN: A POEM 4/15/2013
You love standing on plaza square listening from a storyteller in your younger years or a poet deliberating something through poems? Here's an electronic way, just dramatize an imagination about its bits and pieces and try the voice of Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey as its narrator or if you want a scary tone, do a Freddie Krueger.
Be careful, there are bits and pockets of trip wires in it.
THE RED DAZZLE
Blood red mist by twilight’s gleam
Hope scathed?
Faith aground?
Or love in splattering hue?
Into the nocturne
Destruction as twilight creeps
Upon what darker precipice a tender rose bloom?
By which end diverge its petals bred?
Immortalized grid, harrowing
Seal of the living dead
Which mark afterwards best allures?
Demons’ bite
Decaying cut
Thistles of nine-inch nails, my lord?
Or shackles twitching free?
A damsel in distress
A rose in pervading agony
At nightfall’s crest
All through chill long
Fragile
Tender, in wicker’s bed
The Ever Life
She clings
Through grit my lord?
The flutter splattering red
Hollowed
I soar
Within where ether’s free
By which shadow she confides
By which wings no terror commands
Damsel be
Damsel see
Thus I am
The red dazzle
Should death be as stark
Or light’s an uplifting rhapsody?
Pure hallow my lord
I am in thee
Thus the nocturne
All througH
ALL ENDS
Trail on the Evermore
Pilgrim by whose sandals thou art in?
What staff does thy hands held?
Bleeding
Gripping
Slipping
By whom darkness caressed?
At what edge thou do cling longer?
Yet more the abyss is tempting
Its gleam
Strange as thy harbored stripes
Yet too allures
At thy will’s edge
Yet still none forbids
Darkness upon the harrow
Darker scarring prison still
By lightning streaks
Thy petals free
Is it not splendor at its crest?
Is this not thy hope?
Or horror soaked by blood?
What myriad spawn of red
Yet too liberty
By whichever shackles break
As forked horror beats
So likewise, thy spawning through
Nothing mourned
For whatever is freed
Repose unlimited
As thou roses
The Lord’s beloved
I wait
My Lord
I cling
Below, the nether hides the dead
Above the glistening sky
Within I am sun-caressed
Thanks be to God
To God be the glory!
Memoirs of the living dead
In the blossom of red ROSES
calvary and jesus christ: a poem about god's love 4/14/2013
Dusty and sand-gusty as the wind-worn path seems unfriendly, the travellers trudge, some fallen yet as a beacon shining has Jesus Christ been an undying light, and God has always been caressing and understanding in this grim world nobody can as light from Calvary did transcends, from Jerusalem to the 21st Century, a love undying-- a reason to live. A faith poem.
OF FETTERY SHEEN
Grotesque frantic reel
A chilling death’s memoir
Crest of the creeping crave
A lingering fettery hold
In death’s lust allure
In wreathed bliss she came
IN FETAL TREMORS I LAY BLEEDING
IN THE DARKER ROGUE I LAY WEEPING
Oh she is my repose
in starlight’s bosom
Vortex of my demise
Pure as the moon light
She came in softness caress
In feathery red I am protected
I was fragile
In symphonic tatter
She is my restitution forever
Oh my sweet sepulchre
Romance bloomed on bleeding stripes
Oh my sweet sepulchre
An epitaph by love have built
Insignia of two cords entwined
Is the blossom’s sweetly grace
A rose upon the grave is for the revival of the dead
Her descent by moon light
Fading death’s allure by the red spill
On lover’s nest a splendor it had bloomed in red
Romance on fettery sheen
Bliss by the blossom of red
I WAS NOT FORSAKEN,
BY THE SOFTNESS OF HER CARESS
---------------------------------------------------
+ IN MEMORY
To God be the glory!
© 2013