I am Archangel, one and many,
I am Power of God, I exist to deliver,
There are none but God who stand above me,
The body I assume is my prophet.
I am with free will, my choices are flawless,
I am perfection, imperfection yields to my will,
I risk nothing against all peril,
I have no equal, except of my Order,
I exist in fellowship, alone and in concert,
I am within and without time,
I am within and without space,
I am within and without mind,
I am within and without soul.
I may never be defeated for I am Victory.
To men, I am immortal,
To men, I am grace and courage,
To men, I am wisdom and love,
To men, I seem like All.
Men fear when I am amok,
Men surrender to my custody,
Men accept the form my Justice assumes,
Men benefit upon my Arrival.
What I think, men do;
What I know, men may know;
Men exist to carry my memory,
Men exist to carry my plan.
With fire team, I deliver bunker,
With squad, I deliver garrison,
With platoon, I deliver city,
With company, I deliver state.
I have come to purify the Well,
I have come to foster increase,
I have come to set the Record,
The Day of Judgment is now.
When I kneel,
When my wings expand,
When my sword is aflame,
When my flight
All adversary shall fail
Prepare for doom,
Prepare for reckoning,
Prepare for Truth,
Prepare for Peace.
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
#poetry - I am so thankful
I am so thankful to have achieved this state of peace,
The storm that led me here was fierce and long,
I was lost for awhile there and really lost!
The weight so thick and dark but dark hot---
Of remorse and shame and regret and anxiety and fear,
Of random thoughts of better apologies and finer plots,
Of electric sizzle stinging superego and fathoms below suppression spasms,
Of going in and out of having a clue and knowing it for sure only a moment and then not---
Of something so deep and horrid having fallen all over it it nearly killed me with my own hand,
But that it did not and I did linger on awhile long enough to finally settle into the higher gear,
I am so thankful---and I hope the same for you.
Because we have peace between us now, there is no harm exchanged at all now,
So we should be thankful and mindful how we got here and keep repeating those finer steps,
We just have to live in the now
And focus much less on the past or the future--
I'm pretty sure the rest will come to us and while it does we'll be all sorts of fine.
The storm that led me here was fierce and long,
I was lost for awhile there and really lost!
The weight so thick and dark but dark hot---
Of remorse and shame and regret and anxiety and fear,
Of random thoughts of better apologies and finer plots,
Of electric sizzle stinging superego and fathoms below suppression spasms,
Of going in and out of having a clue and knowing it for sure only a moment and then not---
Of something so deep and horrid having fallen all over it it nearly killed me with my own hand,
But that it did not and I did linger on awhile long enough to finally settle into the higher gear,
I am so thankful---and I hope the same for you.
Because we have peace between us now, there is no harm exchanged at all now,
So we should be thankful and mindful how we got here and keep repeating those finer steps,
We just have to live in the now
And focus much less on the past or the future--
I'm pretty sure the rest will come to us and while it does we'll be all sorts of fine.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
#poetry - peace of mind
point to the poised
and you will be amazed
there ain't nothing
coming from that cave
no, no nothing
just the sound of something
and the pound of pounding
where we're found wanting
to be crowned undaunted
to be crowned undaunted
and i tell you now
and i tell you now
there is no worry on your brow
there is no hurry if you're slow
there is no bother to make do
there is no farther for you
for the one thing you're missing
is a chance to be given
what you've wanted to be given
a remembrance of heaven
and assurance fulfilling
all your needs for all-knowing
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and you will be amazed
there ain't nothing
coming from that cave
no, no nothing
just the sound of something
and the pound of pounding
where we're found wanting
to be crowned undaunted
to be crowned undaunted
and i tell you now
and i tell you now
there is no worry on your brow
there is no hurry if you're slow
there is no bother to make do
there is no farther for you
for the one thing you're missing
is a chance to be given
what you've wanted to be given
a remembrance of heaven
and assurance fulfilling
all your needs for all-knowing
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
Friday, September 28, 2012
#essay - On a Condescension Accusation
do you really want to continue to frame our conversations with this particular set of malarkey? its okay if you do, you'll find i'm a very open playmate and will enjoy engaging you anyway you want to be engaged. you know yourself better than i do. so next time you're taking a map reading of where you are and how you'd like to be there or feel or do---if in your heart of hearts you find yourself admitting---yeah dude, i just want to grind an axe right now,, i want to find a mole hill and making a mountain of it, i want to fight something and get away with it----bring that shit to me. i'll be your huckleberry.
condescension. that's a word one person uses most often to describe a feeling they get from another person they do not know fuck about. the greater percentage in that case is that they were wrong and took arms against the hint of a feeling, perceived a signal not quite according to its intent. try to think better of folks if you can. its a loving world most of the time. and of the time its not, most of the time its trying to be and just needs leadership or road signs to get there.
you want me to give ground on something? i'd like you to owe more of whatever this thing is we're talking about. the way i'm looking at it, you picked a fight. cross-swords with me all day, i think its good and healthy to have training partners you can trust to bash the hell out of tender subjects with. try to remind yourself at the end of it we're on the same team.
what do i give ground on. yeah, it would be nice if you noticed this---i'm unabashedly honest with you. tell me if you don't want it like that. its a personal choice, some people really do want to have a wall of funny mirrors in their life, and deal with a series of surfaces, masks, and presentations. some want to be deep and get off on staring long and hard for hours and days trying to find the heart of the matter and really get annoyed by surface dwellers and toss them aside to preserve their own bandwith because they don't think its even worth a nod in their direction when they can be putting their all into the actual subject they've chosen. and lots of folks tend have some kind of combination of these two eccentricities in their portfolio. i like to play ball in every court. i've been on the hunt for what it is all courts have in common.
with you, i wear the charming mask sometimes and trade quips and try to appeal to your body and mind and hope that i'm good enough in that endeavor. also with you, especially since our conversations have navigated toward the sea, out from the harbor, yeah i try to engage what i think you are really saying, i try to cajole your subconscious up and out, i try to make it a learning thing for both of us. i find value in both approaches. i've tried to tell you what it is i'm doing so you'd be either a willing participant or not surprised by it---or even just have the option of opting out.
i'd say we've been doing a pretty good job of showing each other how our minds work. who really knows if either of us are entirely understanding the other mind. and all while this showing is happening, i'd say (at least for my part) i've not even begun to give you a satisfactory explanation of how my mind works. i'm not ashamed to admit i'm still figuring that out. i'm not satisfied by "i'm elated" or "i'm depressed" statements. though i don't think its necessary to feed you 10000 words on the subject either. well anyway, for my part, i'm working on it. was working on it before i met you and that's how you found me.
condescension. you could if you chose to, look at this body writing as just that. i'd think you be dead wrong for doing so. but you could. because that's how stupid of a word it is. it applies to everything. its a tool of irony---label a person condescending and you've just built a wall around them in your mind. the irony? neither you nor that person want the wall to be there.
i can accept your complexities. can you accept mine? here's an example---so you can see what it looks like backstage when this fella gets called condescending---in my mind two things happen, one (i ask myself if i really care what that person thinks and if the answer is yes, then i start to consider my words...like what i've been writing so far), two---and i think this happens first, its a flash i hear "Lady, I don't give a fuck what you think." i wonder sometimes if its possible to care and not care at the same time equally as well. i do know that certain times call for one and not the other.
well--i am sorry if in the course of our conversation i made you feel condescended to. that was not my intention. my intention was for you to feel butterflies and smell roses. its a tricky recipe, you know. the outcome is what you make it to be. the be is it with what you come out. and the out is in.
thank you for reading. until next time. ;)
condescension. that's a word one person uses most often to describe a feeling they get from another person they do not know fuck about. the greater percentage in that case is that they were wrong and took arms against the hint of a feeling, perceived a signal not quite according to its intent. try to think better of folks if you can. its a loving world most of the time. and of the time its not, most of the time its trying to be and just needs leadership or road signs to get there.
you want me to give ground on something? i'd like you to owe more of whatever this thing is we're talking about. the way i'm looking at it, you picked a fight. cross-swords with me all day, i think its good and healthy to have training partners you can trust to bash the hell out of tender subjects with. try to remind yourself at the end of it we're on the same team.
what do i give ground on. yeah, it would be nice if you noticed this---i'm unabashedly honest with you. tell me if you don't want it like that. its a personal choice, some people really do want to have a wall of funny mirrors in their life, and deal with a series of surfaces, masks, and presentations. some want to be deep and get off on staring long and hard for hours and days trying to find the heart of the matter and really get annoyed by surface dwellers and toss them aside to preserve their own bandwith because they don't think its even worth a nod in their direction when they can be putting their all into the actual subject they've chosen. and lots of folks tend have some kind of combination of these two eccentricities in their portfolio. i like to play ball in every court. i've been on the hunt for what it is all courts have in common.
with you, i wear the charming mask sometimes and trade quips and try to appeal to your body and mind and hope that i'm good enough in that endeavor. also with you, especially since our conversations have navigated toward the sea, out from the harbor, yeah i try to engage what i think you are really saying, i try to cajole your subconscious up and out, i try to make it a learning thing for both of us. i find value in both approaches. i've tried to tell you what it is i'm doing so you'd be either a willing participant or not surprised by it---or even just have the option of opting out.
i'd say we've been doing a pretty good job of showing each other how our minds work. who really knows if either of us are entirely understanding the other mind. and all while this showing is happening, i'd say (at least for my part) i've not even begun to give you a satisfactory explanation of how my mind works. i'm not ashamed to admit i'm still figuring that out. i'm not satisfied by "i'm elated" or "i'm depressed" statements. though i don't think its necessary to feed you 10000 words on the subject either. well anyway, for my part, i'm working on it. was working on it before i met you and that's how you found me.
condescension. you could if you chose to, look at this body writing as just that. i'd think you be dead wrong for doing so. but you could. because that's how stupid of a word it is. it applies to everything. its a tool of irony---label a person condescending and you've just built a wall around them in your mind. the irony? neither you nor that person want the wall to be there.
i can accept your complexities. can you accept mine? here's an example---so you can see what it looks like backstage when this fella gets called condescending---in my mind two things happen, one (i ask myself if i really care what that person thinks and if the answer is yes, then i start to consider my words...like what i've been writing so far), two---and i think this happens first, its a flash i hear "Lady, I don't give a fuck what you think." i wonder sometimes if its possible to care and not care at the same time equally as well. i do know that certain times call for one and not the other.
well--i am sorry if in the course of our conversation i made you feel condescended to. that was not my intention. my intention was for you to feel butterflies and smell roses. its a tricky recipe, you know. the outcome is what you make it to be. the be is it with what you come out. and the out is in.
thank you for reading. until next time. ;)
Saturday, December 17, 2011
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