The Enhancement of Who's Name?

So shalt the Devil Himself come to claim his name.

Only to walk amongst the ungodly ones proclaiming the Anti Christ all along the way,

The Christian.

Satan Himself could not have been so forsaken by his Maker,

to become that which you so readily blame.

You have been fouled by unbelief and shame.

Christians in History declare their own end,

the Anti Christ and this His Begin?

I know with certainty and as the Sage,
 I will be a Seer for Change in this Age!!

For in no such fall from the Heaven Above was it more than you?
The Christian?
That is true too only the absurdity of any story?

Crushing the Human Being?
So that no one will know your the Christian's that never did see......anything at all?
All while just talking and standing tall?

....Compassion, Love, Generosity.

You, the Christian,
 were of the game of,
Survive or Die.

Making money,,, that must have been I?

A tooth for a tooth,

so to speak?

Lept we did,
 from the heights of our own sane,

to understand you are the intolerable and reason for our blame.

Shame on You,

the Christian should,

SHEW!

The Human Being and the Impending Sins,

are not ours.

The Christian that has been,

includes theses assumptions from when?

The Ending is OUR begin,

in this the only true,

Check Mate

~

PONY-UP
For I shall not lose.

Your unbelief towards your very own Maker,
is your self-doubt,
NOT MINE!

All this has been to me,
 is a callous reminder of,
the "Why" I fight!!

Not for my Number,
not for your Lord,
but for the Contempt that is not my fear,
but my Sword.

Entry into the next Millenia or Two,
counts itself out,
so very soon.

Lets respect that which you seem to know,
have regard to other beliefs and impact not yet known.

Post Script;

666 here, is 999 there.

 This would be the epitome of the last joke on the Christian's insistence,

 that it is a number that identify's their foe,

not the actions that might be counted so.

 A Christian Yoke,

 that I find to be no joke.

Creation Delivers Time, To Change!! Putting This Age Into Play

In isolation I have created an awareness,

for the Foundation of the Spiritual Growth of my Mind,

needed in order to find my voice so that I may speak!

Losses are so great,

suffered at such a great cost of Life:

I take pause to consider,

 my actions and thereupon the reactions of others.

 Messages of difference,

 have been dealt with the death of Civilizations,

 throughout the History of Man.

 So I must pay due respect to those not available to bare witness,

for they were killed for their beliefs,

and this is an atrocity that we must be accountable for.

Not being from any one place that I can see,

I dream of my home in the Stars,

a Paradise to Me.

This Planetary System, a Galaxy Record,

that has been so compassionate as to never ask for more,

to care for the life which it has so freely supported,

is now,

charging a fee.

In loss I have found my gain.

In pain I have remained upon this plane; I am.

Not to prosper in such a thought or action,

but so that I may recount every single thing that must be due,

for all that has been done to the beauty of what,

simply was here first.

To bring more than Solace into my life,

I continue to carry this message of sad declare into yours.

Long before Time must have begun,

it found it's end,

a simple, yet complex,

BEGIN!!

In this, The Continue,

a halting to the Time that Man has lost his Humanity,

to nothing more than his own Inhumanity towards his Home.

Appropriately he has been found,

and the Eleventh Hour is no longer a concern,

for the final hour did begin,

while you argued;

"There will be no end."

Afraid of what you See?

Scared of what may Be?

Listen to what you can,

'cause one day,

much to soon to say,

the Voice of Earth Herself won't boom.

Why? Oh, Why?

Don't you see what makes us cry.

The death, the life, the obliteration of Innocence for no Faith?

Mother Earth did state,

on this trip to this place so long ago on a given day,

"should they turn away, do not sway! Just give passage to the blind, they are not you."

As Human Beings, meant to be Humane,

I say,

"You are not, rather you are insane and idiocy has been your reign!"

A Legacy that shall be proclaimed by more than I in this Eternal Flight.

An important point in our Future has been dismissed,

by the Ignorance of it's warning from the Past,

but somehow these strange Prophecies still last,

in nearly everyone's Religious Mass.

A trying time to consider it's end,

all for change or is it Sin?

A Spiritual Awareness,

not a religious repair.

Should this coming Age,

 be met with resistance and not a Sage.

The fight will be as if you have fought the coming Tide,

the rising Sea, the Rogue Wave and the Ocean's grave.

In that simplicity, realize the complexity,

and see that you have lost the battle of what will be,

before it is, regardless of who's Shore is stricken first,

be December 21st.

This Change,

A Golden Reach,

to a Platinum View,

of all the amazing parts of each and every one of you.

A Timely Booking of Truth 

Johno, I love YOU!!

The Glaciers Slide Off The Polar Ice Cap Melt

Storming glacier icy melt,

the Polar Ice Cap leaving...Stilts.

Divine strength dust wane,

in this the Eve of our Changing Tides in Time.

Nature suffers such a strain,

as you show disdain for her existence,

 because of her inability to recover the damage that Humanity has done to this Earth.

God's lightning can't be heard.

Thundering of the Spirits Pride,

rain down a mighty shroud of Why?

Gold drops and platinum pours,

from heights I cannot see,

to warn us of the rising of the impending Seas.

An Oracle of stones in time,

a structure known to man,

makes a stand,

I see Stonehenge,

I wish to seek the wisdom of such Simple-Complexity,

just to ask,

"What are you meant to be, to Me?"

I don't need a hand.

 Look out!

 I am not what you know.

A Seer, A Sage, just coming of Age.

To witness Time Standing at the End,

 and watch as Change stands for it is The Begin.

In,

 "The Continue."

The only wisdom I could show,

is all written with pen in hand.

My Mind is busy with my plan.

Messages build this outrageous and ready flow.

The Sea side grace is all I face.

Storms of nature!

Hopeful tries,

just to let you realize,

Mother Earth does not want to die,

and really, neither do I,

a Polar Bears Cry!!

To Lauren

i

miss

my kid.

                      the hurt,

                            the peril!

this girl is filled with a dream of what was!!

                        Creation                                            deliver me,

from this pain                                        inside of Me!!

Tell me            all the     Why's of couldn't                                                           be,

                                                            set me free so that just maybe...

..... in eternity..

                         I will .....

                                          be ...

something other than

just me.

You Will Not Speak, but I'm A Tell!

Tell.........! That is......

..the way out of the prison,

 which lies in the future,

 of your own head,

 is unavoidable, you are dead.

You have read

 and begun

 to understand

 the Levity of Time.

Do not turn away, as if you can pretend,

 that you do not comprehend,

for without Belief,

without Faith,

a broader understanding,

 of Life,

is impossible and you will end without regard.

 Make a difference in your life,

or it will end with a deadly Design of Strife.

Loneliness!

 Embarrassment!

 A void,

 that will never be filled,

 will be your Die!!

It is what I SEE.

For You,
not Me.

A Twin Soul's Flame Fire's Inside ~ BREATHE ME IN MY FRIEND!!!!

I feel You in the Mind's Eye that Soars across the Fields of Time.

Where you are my Rhyme.

Our separation in these Lands of our Mother's hands,

Creation Herself,

 blessed us to be stealth in a Time of no wealth.

Separated to become Our whole,

my Twin Souls Call sings to what you stole,

my life.

Back-Away from this turbulent display

of violent repair to become what you would never dare,

the answer to Where?

I say, "Know."

Creation, 

our Mother,

split at the biggest explosion but never quit,

the birth of Two,

to Keep her,

as One,

in what cannot be a Begin,

for you have sinned in this....

... The Continue...

Our Begin!!

to state so plainly...,
the interest in,
your life, my friend.

..~..

Alive & Screaming.... ......

......run my friend, you are not foe.

Run for cover before I go,

they Peel-Away my Skin today.

Yet I am breathing and awake,
while they dig so deep,
with no remorse.

The "TOT Two Wars" are now Full Bore!

We fought so hard.

We never snored.

Did all you asked and so much more.

Yet in the End,

we were still a Sin.

I close my eyes to never know,

I open them to stop the show.

The pain inside you'll never see,

for all I did was ....

Survive this Seethe.

Not such a terrible lie?

A horrid truth becoming an unbelievably Myth,
all in the time it takes to just post this!!

The Rigor Of Lore

My dreams are Visions of what I have never seen!

That which resides within our Minds,

is a Release that Increases our Hold,

upon our Life and The Understanding,

of others in any World.

To discount that which is Said, Seen or Spoken,

is to Lack the Ability,

to Consider Yourself and Point of Being!!

To become resolved to a Fixed Point,

is Death to the Growth of Progressive or a Progression,

of Thought, Idea's or Imaginative Realms,

in an Eternal View of only Yourself.

Thus, creating a prison for the

Immortal Soul of Life,

which you may have begun with on this Journey of Self.

"Wit"

The Movement Of Planetary Scenes Can Be Mean

As the Ancient Stars align so that the Archaic Lineage

focuses our Inner Sight,

enlightenment may befall you,

in order to become wise to your existence in this World,

or the next.

A Natural state of Affection.

Fear not your Heritage of Life.

For in this acceptance you shall see Death reveal your Truth.

This must be settled before your entry to the,

Courts of Death themselves.

A Fifth Dimensional World,

a Spiritual Understanding of,

a Begin, not an End!!

Do not become blind to our Past.

Do not discount this feeling of the end of times.

Associate yourself with your Mind,

become Intelligent to your own shortcomings.

A Blindness to Fear which would inhabit a fouled Soul,

will bring you an unsettling account of where you have been.

A Complicated Sin.

The Engagement Of The Painted Horses

The Truth can be Explosive.

Words are Powerful.

But it is your Twisted Lies,

 that have created the Blasting Cord,

 for the dynamite that sweats from your impurities.

It is the Catalyst between that strikes an accord for measure,

not destruction that shall prove to be your end in this...... 

The Continue!

The Secrets Of Lies

It is what has happened to you, 

that is kept as secrets from you, 

that kills you.  

It is the effort that you put forth to tell your truth that spares you.  

It is the nightmares that remind you.  

It is the words of the Streaming Sage that will become the Ice that melts the glacier made for you.

To learn to become what you would like to be,

takes great effort with the patience you will need.  

To understand,

that your ability to not understand,

becomes your understanding, 

brings me a certain type of solace.  

To determine yourself,

to obtain some measure of dignity,

in spite of this life of misery,

is a goal for me. 

To balance your mind with spirituality,

and not fall into that pit of what has been done to me,

is an Hour-Glass it seems.

To comfort the inner-me,

with the hugs that I never did see, 

I found room to improve myself not kill myself. 

To grow my Minds Thought, 

to increase my capacity to "Just Be" 

causes so much anxiety that you cannot see. 

To accept Flashbacks as "Just Talk"

helps me to understand,

what they are saying to me.  

To maintain 'Spatial Awareness,' 

prepares me for the Truth of Reality, 

not the Lies you continue to pile upon me.

Missing The Future In Advance Of Tomorrow

Our Earth is crying.

We poison our skies!

If I were up there,

if I were a cloud in the sky,

I would disappear.

Look up sometime,

we all evaporate eventually,

like it or not

we all are going to.

I don't want to disappear,

I don't want to evaporate,

I don't want to be poisoned,

I am just a cloud over your head.

I want to stay with you,

there is nothing I can do.

Earth is crying,

for you,

for me,

for everyone.

Stop and look up at true beauty,

simple yet complex,

Magic plays and nobody Sees us.

The subtle merge of purity,

the balance of such an act of beauty.

Two clouds become one,

there in lies my understanding of you.

simple but true.

Love is;

A Full Screen Panoramic View

playing over our heads.

I don't want to disappear,

I don't want to evaporate,

I don't want to be poisoned,

I am just a cloud over your head.

I want to stay with you,

there is nothing I can do.

Earth is crying,

for you,

for me,

for everyone.

Nobody Sees the beauty in a cloud,

nobody Sees the subtle merge of two clouds in the sky.

 When two become one so naturally.

Nobody Sees you, nobody Sees me,

I don't know what to do.

I am just a Cloud over your head,

like you.

As A Child, I Was Killed, I Was Murdered, I Just Didn't Realize I Was Dead

The Grief that I must Mourn,

is a loss already gone.

I see myself,

a stately lie,

without the "Me" inside.

Confused about this sight.

I cry, but cannot shout.

The tears are dry,

my mind still wrought,

I cannot figure out,

all the "Why's" of "Won't."

What have I done so wrong?

To deserve this grave in stone?

Without a Marker for my name,

I lay upon that Basement Slab,

left for.....well, it's sad.

Years upon years I was,

so confused, I fled.

I ran from within myself,

to anyplace but here.

Today I separate!

I state my name,

my birth, this date,

the reason why I died,

and the Year I never cried.

The hidden fears with no release,

I place upon this Stone at Dawn,

so that my Fear of Life may be,

acceptance of the Death I see.

Love Always, 

From Me.

~

THE GRIEF THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME

SANDRA L. BLOOM, M.D.

EMAIL FROM AMERICA

When someone close to us dies, society generally accepts and even expects us to undergo a process of mourning. Physical death presents a tangible and comprehensible loss. Traditionally, mourning is not just an individual rite of passage, but a socially conditioned and approved pathway for recovery from loss enabling us to let go of those who have died, and prepare ourselves for new attachments.

Largely unrecognized is the necessity and value of grieving for other kinds of losses besides those associated with actual death. A common denominator for adult survivors of childhood abuse and neglect are less tangible, but nonetheless significant losses of hope, of innocence, of love and of joy. For adult survivors, the losses that accompany child maltreatment, are cloaked in silence, lost in the shrouds of history, and largely unrecognized. But these “little deaths” linger as unremoved splinters in the survivor’s psyche for decades. In general, the expression of grief for these losses is unaccepted, rejected, denied and stigmatized.