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Your hands that pray
held my hands
and
led me down paths
of
red eyes, red wine,
and red lights

So, it seems like stillness.
Like a void is empty?
No sound?
No movement?
Nothing concrete?

But the hum is loud.
Conspicuous in its seeming silence.
Like a thousand radios tuned off station.
Static as far as can be heard.

In between the roaring void.
Like little flickering stars of sound.
As if signalling to be seen or heard.
Amidst the insane conversation,
and words of deceit.

The hate in speech.
The violent tirade.
The little cries of 'help'.
The prayers of the innocents.
Are all heard.

The void does roar.
The void is full.
The screeching's real.
The shrilling's solid.
What hits hard,
is the roaring void.

What power is this that I am driven to dwell among the vulture, the lizard, and the scorpion in these deserted cliffs - From my cave I see a ray of light break through the darkened clouds illuminating the remnants of a city destroyed by the wrath of God- Who am I? What am I, that I should be chosen to behold such a sight? I fear the voice that comes to me in the night. I am no longer mere man, yet I am just a man- I see great visions in my mind..and in those moments my eyes are wild with a spirit unseen- With the voice of a lion I cry out from these cliffs, and the sound of it terrifies the sons of men- What strange things I am compelled to do when in the grip of this unseen power- I see you in the naked truth of your being..your love..your hate- I bring you a message of peace in your obedience, and I sing you the song of death when you live as the beast- I am Prophet, do not despise me but pity me, for I have been dragged from the ruins of mortal flesh, and made to do the bidding of Him who shapes the clay.. I love you with the love of a God..and I say I love you with the love of a God.. He will tell me of things to come..He will send magical things for my mind to see- And Oh! How I wish to let you see the worlds beyond..but He has told me, 'You must tell them this, but do not tell them all I have shown you..' I can only say this.. I am man.. I am Prophet.

Awaken sleepers
as if from a dream.
Everything now
is not as it seemed.
Rouse, be stirred,
up and awake.
Into silences lost,
go the chapters of fate.
Until such a time
as the lost shall be found
The taste,
the sight
and the smell of the sound.

Awaken now sleepers,
look 'round.

Like the intricacy of a 3 dimensional chess game
where a winning move does not exist.
I have had a dream within a dream within a dream.

No sooner than the opening move is made,
the dream becomes the one within it,
the dream within a dream.

and the move contains itself.
It is its own event within one dream,
but,
shifts & moves the board around,
to become all moves on all boards,
a dream within a dream within a dream.

Sometimes in this world
Our view of God
Is as someone remote
Austere and angry
Hard to understand
But he shed tears
When lazarus had died
Jesus wept

Weeping is deeper
The soul is in anquish
Maybe the clouds
stand for his eyes
Could then the rain
Be a photograph
Of the other side of God
We sometimes forget to see

Into the Vortex you twist and you spin,
Didn't I warn you that this is what Chaos
Brings?

Confusion, disruption, a mixture of things,
Things that should be hidden, things that Chaos
Wears as her
Ring.

She is not here, to cause you despair,
She is here to help you, to help you repair,

The damage in you, caused by others.

By exposing the Truth, that cannot be seen by no other.

In the Eye of the Vortex, Chaos stands still,
As you twist and turn, and your emotions spill.

Out of the Vortex like a washing machine,
Chaos spits you out,
When you are clean.

And then you re enter, the Vortex alone,
Standing by Chaos, because now you are strong.

We regret to inform
that the world will be torn
not by our hands
but yours.

We have no need
to see humanity bleed
to have evil and bloodshed
and wars.

We've granted the gifts
for humanitys' shifts
Listen
Take heed
And be warned.

Awaken and act
be kind and do good
make charity food
seek lightness and goodness
Be warned.

When I speak to myself,
I sound like a wireless set tuned just before a station.
A white noise with the essence of conversation,
peaking to treble and drumming the white noise to bass.
But I cannot understand what it is I am saying.

as she walked through the room all the heads looked what type a gal hey that same look a set up artist in disguise don't let the good looks fool you that's her suprise if you ever go out think twice cuz that lady in red is nothing nice.