Post by artolmaeus on Jun 17, 2022 1:10:30 GMT -6
the world held the cradle of my innocence, no milk, but oh the formula
synthetic nipples and inconvenient front seat settings and a chance
when the fight got the best of a mother, lost in her own world
and in this world, a baby goes through the front windshield,
so many stories of this arrival, set in motion before the atoms let out the quantum
the esculpatory phrases, of, well, I had to stop, the stop sign
and then then angel, Hephastiel, a sister from before this world began,
held that baby as the baby saw the aftermath, the wild guilt entering
and the body that was once a creation of God, lifeless,
then the man from the peripheral left running, and somehow
going back, because the covenant was with YHVH, that it should be
oh little lamb, God blefs thee, branches fall from the tree
and barely thy symmetry as it used to be, then falls the sky
then falls the day, then falls the blood, for the blood that remains
oh shields of ignorance, come away, and yet, for the former Abbadonai,
thy sacrifice after the battle, for thy sister, thy sacrifice
left thee witness to time until of water, you should no longer be
the creation of the light bearer, but then a creation of Yev
and in so doing, thy name should be no longer as it was, thy name is MY name
until the boundary was broken, faith no longer the test
the test then, was mere endurance, and ye shall not forget
what hands dared seize the fire, more powerful than the King of Tyre
brings now the innocence, of the awkward man
no longer the powerful
yet, a small man, metered with time,
I am lost in this world, and I want no more time
though I run to the light, I am surrounded by night
and all the creations so innocently placed,
but for sacrifice, but for penance, thy fate was sealed with the fallen
Blefs thee foolish one, with a heart not all for your own
like Jonah in the whale, into this world alone,
for you know, the places where the ALL THERE IS dwell
and you are neither in Heaven nor castigated to Hell
Then I am down for the night, for the true apple of Eden,
for the reason for Cain, after the season of Abel,
after the end of the Abbadonai, for they will be reborn in the pit
and it shall be filled with fyre, for the sons of the fallen
and the first king of Tyre, the keeper of desire
and desire I tasted, it was sweet on the tongue
I remember it well, from past when I was young, and its thirst
once quenched filled me, and it is ancient lore, ancient parts
of all the somethings, I was ever being before, and imparts
the connection between us,we, them and they
and for this flesh, I am both imprisoned, and led by its sway
drunk with the flesh, made into a mother, made into a thing
that feels like no other, for the marches than ended
and the ones just began
and I am finally, among humankind,
living life as a man, a man forgetful and conflicted
and so full of rage, so full of betrayal, like David, the king of a forgotten age
oh tiger tiger burning bright, like two lovers in the night
for in that union there is nothing wrong, for it has never ended
for it has never began, but often it is so seldom
and the dirge of all man, and all man too fall
as when Enoch saw the sons of heaven, fall from the sky
and the long hair of women, took them all by and by
should we give birth to monsters, who ate up the world
and all the heavens rained a flood, to again purge the world
oh to be born of water, oh to break that water and bear
into a world, we all too must share, and in this world
I am lost, more like a goat than a lamb,
for having escaped the fate of the damned, this blood this flesh
and not who I AM, for the blood and the flesh of Adam
embossed, and all the lost sheep, they worship that cross
for the symbols they see, for the idols they know
unlike Jonah, upon repenting has known,
that sign is not known, to the world as it is tossed
and the seals unbroken on their heads, quietly embossed
all eternity for a classic night, oh eternity, the price is right
and still the enigma of being and have been
as the first created man was created free of sin
but for the garden, and what could have been
cursed one and all of the sixth day's creation
for the one made of the 8th day, was both damning and salvation
the created son of the I AM, in the garden alone
yet the earth full of man and woman with one commandment alone
be fruitful and multiply, no more instruction need be shown
but in the garden that was not owned, until then, by knowing
and hiding from Yev, the naked man and naked woman
have twice now been bled, denied taking the apple
and Adam blamed Eve more instead,
like the sword of Damocles, the guilt above his head
like the term INRI, when it was time for that too
and somehow all the world, became at once, all Jew
Strike down fellow man, spill his blood on this earth
all is but temporary, for all it is worth, but bind up this world
in bliss, lust and pain, and every generation shall but do it again
and in time, I remember, and then I do refrain
from some of the pleasure, from some of the pain
and these fine tattered strings, between madness and sane
doth now both sheep and goat remain,
untied from the stake
I no longer can run away, I no longer have a plan
having been born of water, I am now just a man
and my seal is not known of Solomon's own
the symbols wriiten of ever name in Heaven
are the Seraphim's to own
but betrayed to Naamah the fallen's unowned
she one of seven hundred, and 72 revealed
unto all others, my name was sealed
Solomon began in wisdom but gave in to be damned
left the world to Rehoboam
still holding the bloodline of Adam
to be the son of all men, and to receive His new name
but in my dreams I have been summoned
by one curandera alone, as she too, has my name of old
though I pronounce it, it is not written in this world
except by her hand, I am lost in the world
witnessing into the age of the fifth amphora
I cannot run to the hills and cry that they bury me
I cannot hide in the whales of the ocean to carry me
I have seen the faces of the 144,000 and for that
I cannot be free, for they too have seen mine
yet they do not remember me, but they look at me with love
as they are Yev's truest, I have seen them die
and I know where they were reborn
upon the flood ended Eden, and Paimon and his sword
went into the world, non serviam and untoward
part of the testament of Noah, was forever unshorn
and the Euphrates is drying, in this age unto which I was born
though I suffer much, I am never forlorn
but endure to the end, perdurabo for sure,
for all that I suffer, has become my rightly deserved cure
I run to the woods, where I can be still
where, I can be good, oh trees and oh limbs
like hallowed crosses do bear,
all of my memories, but none of my cares
break the boundaries of what man knows of man
for it is only by struggling with it all
that we can even understand
the Am That I Am
and that is Yev's plan
oh innocence, you are impossible to afford
and the pain of experience
is the knowledge of the Lord
who alone is the doorway to something yet beyond
when time shall have its end, and this world is gone
I am lost to this world, as I always was
and I understand it all, well, just because
for all of man, it is true that thou were made in a right image
then there's nothing left to take
but read now the images of a one William Blake
who understood it all, in all struggles he should make
the measure, in Heaven that Innocence and Experience make
and Adam was given to name each and everything
before the great fall
and the unknown name of God, remains the last call
until He hears it for himself
I am lost in this world, and I do not mind
