history page

i turned pages in my spirit/

vivid,

still frames of images,

stood stark an’ frozen,

pasted there/

blasted by light

to indelibly imprint,

the world’s views

splayed of nacissist men

as rubbish,

forever/

deception

violence

blood

spilled with horrors

anguish filled immeasurable/

page after page

sordid reality

harsh memory

of what can never be erased/

it’s either love or hate

caught between the two

forced to live

impinted there

page after page

irreversible

sometimes i wish time for me

could forever stand/

still

in those rare moments of love

i cling,

while the incessant,

unpredictable

inevitable plagues

of rotten fruit

drop,

spoiled/

from the blighted limbs

of ruined trees

i cringe

i turn the page,

why am i here?

i’ve often asked

yes, i have found answers

sadly, though true

as of yet

remain

to be fulfilled,

for which i wait

to be relieved,

in this time,

while the glorious future

awaits

with its remarkable blessings

as yet

unearned

freely bestowed

hand to the plow

face to the onlsaught

to the one who overcomes

will win the crown

everlasting life,

page after page,

ohhh,

to break the monotony

of my life,

so agonizing,

waiting for the start of the end

only love sustains

world views,

systems

slavery its way,

dominance

oppression

arrogance

subjugation,

i turn pages/

some relief

i am in the world

but not of it

i have learned new meaning

as i reflect/

i see the ultimate of what worth is/

it is love,

love has a face

every moment of every micro second,

if filled with love

most often,

mixed with hate,

nonetheless,

is worth forever lasting/

to die in love’s arms

in the frozen frame of the terrible,

those sordid memories,

of things whose scent even now,

fill me with dread/

disdain and misery/

fill me with utter hurt

and weary grief/

fill me with remorse/

hopelessness

as in no recourse

unforgetting is not possible

i am beyond,

at times beyond comforting,

i am beyond the point

of endless tears/

my faith says

i must endure/

faith has a place/

oh, to look in love’s face

i look to love to find meaning,

even in the midst

of meaninglessness

and human cruelty/

is there love in such a picture?

yes, i think, especially so/

all things, i know

are sustained by love

love breaks through

the horror,

quells the pain somewhat

i see the one dispensing

the cruelty and hurt

i see a love of self loathing/

invisible,

yes, hate has a face

how did such a thing come to be?

is there redemption?/

i know there is,

even as i know the world moves/

it moves seemingly in no direction,

like a spinning cog,

of an enormous,

physical, spiritual machine,

bent in conscienceless evil,

of boundless greed and utter selfishness,

void of love/

filled with heartless ambition

to eat the flesh of the weak/

i am weary beyond measure

there are many stories,

many are false,

many gods,

not real in divinity

not of love,

false and fallen/

one story is true,

invisible,

and yes, God has a face,

he is pure love

only he is real

all will see him

his friends,

and his enemies,

at the resurrection

another page,

why are you accumulating riches?

yes, i know,

to secure your physicality for tomorrow,

for pleasure and recognition/

you follow crypto coins

you want to outdo the others who ploy their wares

that promise you security

unfathomable riches and pleasures therein

mathematics will provide eternal guarantees

no one can break in

the cyber mark grants autonomy

via the ethereal tools of cyber machines

that hum and whir at the speed of light

whose existence bridges the nanogap between,

the physical of quantum ness

and the spirit dimensions/

it’s fascinating to you,

those mechanisms,

you being human, curious an’ all,

being in want of mainstream competition and success,

following the existentialist’s dream,

the bane of the new capitalist man,

the new evolutionary man/

you got it quick,

you’re in position to rise

to the top,

you with the few elite,

of the new world order,

the product of darwin’s evolution/

next, the bio man,

merged with machine and biocybernetics/

you aspire for immortality,

in immorality

sustained by technology

cybergenetics,

dna’s 3rd strand

merged with the collective hive

quantumness will bring you eternal life/

it cannot be

one,

only one will occupy the highest rung,

the peak of the pyramid,

for the one eyed monster

the illuminist himself,

the all seeing eye,

who’ll track your every move

enthroned

sitting in the seat of desolate abominations/

give me liberty or give me death

enthroned there for a season of seven years,

will you acquiece to him and his system,

to his religion,

having rejected the everlasting gospel?

many will cling to

the son of perdition

and be his prostitute

and follow him to

oblivion

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