I thought that it was good,
and then that moment changed.
I waited for the better,
but better was too slow.
I thought that maybe I could
blend with something "strange",
but never would I ever hide in it's shadow.
And when I moved much nearer;
you kept your hands clean,
until I discovered
how you adored the chase.
Running to the mirror;
beauty behind the screen,
I could be your lover, but all else spoke disgrace.

While you display your art
to the emptiest one in line;
remember where you're going,
and the truth I speak of.
Fearful seas won't always part,
water refuses wine,
but you can hide in knowing,
you're still safe from my love...

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Judgment proclaims
that blood must be shed,
Wrath is a flame,
periphial of red.
Holiness can gaze,
only with righteous eyes.
Worship and praise
continually rise,
in twain they are covered,
by feathers of Light.
forever to hover
in the realm of His Sight,
Terrible Vision
that can strike you blind,
split-second decision
that will melt your mind.
Caught in the storm
created for Pleasure,
their wings will keep warm
their most adored Treasure.
Angelic beings
with godlike desire.
Drawn from the dreams
of Elijah's fire,
whispers of nightmares,
birthed from stray stars.
Never seen anywhere
machines made for war,
Hiding each awful face,
from a Most Holy Throne,
from Adonai's Secret Place
He trusts in them, alone.
No human could conceive
their purpose or plan;
And I choose to believe
they feed from His Hand.
My weakened eyes may not can behold
my King's work of art,
but you cannot purchase with silver or gold,
the weight of His Worth in my heart.
and all that He has given to me,
in this veiled disguise,
cherubim can't see what I see
His Reflection, in their eyes..

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Insolent minds; welcome to the view,
sounds and colors climbing to your heart's delight.
Pull down the blinds,
nobody's watchin' you.
Marvelous assumption,
as pretense covers rendering of sight.


Cords become chains; technology, a prison,
emaciated ecstasy, languishing reception.
Soul starved refrains; require a new incision.
Dying, while supplying, cures for old infection.


Make no mistake; I too, love release.
And I like to feed from my blank screen.
Known to placate; anything for peace,
but I'd rather tend to the musings in between.


And still we rise; attention to the masses,
paying, bowing, lowly,to the gods we hold so dear.
News, dues, come slowly; to the quivering classes,
sheep approach the slaughter, grinning ear to ear.

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