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I gazed through the mist of this garden so fair,
and there stood a tree so stately and rare.
I stood there in awe as the birds gathered 'round,
For a moment 'twas silent; no, nary a sound.

I peered closer yet, I could see there were two,
two trees did reach for the sky ever blue.
As I pondered about the second one there,
a temptress appeared, she proffered a dare!

Now as I gaze at my garden so fair,
the cruel flaming sword doth keep me from there.
I wish, how I wish, for a glimpse of that tree,
the tree of life that was meant just for me!

GENESIS 2:9; 3:6,7,24

Beast of the Apocalypse

and it stood still upon the sand of the sea...

A freakish site appeared before my eyes,
a BEAST with a mouth that bellowed forth lies.
Seven heads, ten horns, with ten crowns atop,
it made my head spin and my heart almost stop.

A leopard, a bear, a lion or what?
One thing was for sure - God's creature 'twas not!
It demanded respect from those here on earth,
one wonders who brought this MONSTER to birth.

But lo, the mystery is hidden no more,
'twas the DRAGON that caused the creature to roar.
That wily old serpent from the garden so fair,
the one who chased evil on a freedom from care.

Just who the BEAST is lurks in shadow no more,
'tis t

The Fountain of Youth

Many a wanderer for your springs did thirst
for one sip; they would be set free!
Free from the misery and free from the dearth
of more years; to live endlessly!

But your source proved elusive, many have tried
to find you; the fountain of life!
Some have lost patience and many more have died
in their quest; their lives filled with strife.

They've merely sought what was planted in man's heart
from the start; a life without end!
If only you were real we'd all do our part
to be good; our ways we would mend.

But the truth we must face is there's no fountain
to be found; and there's never been.
Life eternal was inscribed on a mountain
on two tab

Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be

4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone

The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
~
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
~
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
~
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountain

A Southern Desire

Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.

Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?

It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.

This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 3

We walked onward,
Into a forest dark and nearby.
without lacking of hesitation.

Forward and never looking back
did my curiosity take me
Unto a realm of more woe

"This place", Asked I
did feet was walk these forlorn woods?"
He halted, gazing onward...

His silence to my discord,
gave answer to my question...
And his feet carried on.

"These woods were the resting place of my misery.
Alone and like you." stated he to my ears.
Though places are kindred to my own,

Yours is the journey that shall marked with your name,
Descending first into the retribution of your humanity.
Know you shall, the lamentations of all souls you find."

H

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 4-Idolatry

The doors bore hinges that had seen much wear and tear,
as opened to many had it been over the humanity's course.
There was little at the bottom, but a multitude of printed hands in blood.

The hinges, rusted over, creaked like tortured animals
The doors did open with a slow and haunting movement...
For there were no persons or creatures to make it such.

"The blood upon," said he, my guide,
"such is that which pushes open
the gaping mouth into Damnations bosom.

It is both innocent and tainted,
As the victims of mortal sin push ajar,
these monstrous atrocities before you."

In terror I remembered and heard the creaking hinges...
an

Musician of the Silence(San Juan de la Cruz)

I

You were a Carmelite in the style of the most severe and the most poor: Shoeless.

There is a passage in the Gospel of Matthew, where Jesus sends the disciples to the world with these carefully chosen words: Do not carry gold or silver in your belt; Do not take a bag or two robes or shoes or stick; because the worker has earned his meal. You were so serious a person, John, that you interpreted these words in their literal meaning , which was also the most poor and most miserable meaning: You chose to walk without shoes just like Jesus and his closest disciples.

Perhaps you recalled the words of the Lord t

SUPERNATURALDeep unto the mist of ages, spirits jewel worlds forsaken
A slither of fire dawns the ethos of my dreams —
for the temptress seeds wind and sea with ancient song
Emerald streams flow thru forests of exile...
Beyond the veil of time, the ravens fly dark n' long
The flesh of trees weep to rise of ebon Moon
— Nocturnal rapture, seek I with whispered lust
Under wanton falls of twilight I hath bled upon magick vine
Beneath midnight tides the Fae stir,
somewhere in the other world, my flesh becomes her wine

~Arthur Crow © 2012

WorshipAs a child reaches upward
To be held
Is how we should reach for Christ

As a dog greets his master
With a lick
Is how we must kiss the face of Jesus

Does our worship mean anything
Or is it just a feeling of pride?

Sing songs
Dance with joy
Fill the room with laughter
Pray for your siblings in Christ

Join me in the Lord's family
Feast at the large dinner table
Be under His banner of love
And spread the Word of Truth

Rubaiyat: Space in My EyesMy, how lovely is this quiet sea,
Breaking on the shores and on the lea
Curling, tasting of the air and wind,
Taking with its waves a part of me.

Give it back: the pieces I rescind.
Night calls for the cobwebs worn and thinned,
Stretching in the grass--a well-loved place
Fulsome, empty, cold, replete with sins.

Beautiful your midnight frosted grace;
Fearful is the night moon on your face.
Say I, come and walk awhile alone;
Beaches, silence, glitters bright deep space.

Stars breathe miles away in heat unknown
Scent of space and call of night intoned
Split the air with grace, peel back the crust
Letting rocks and trees their prai

A Still DawnI wake, womb-warm
In bed. My eyes flood the room.
The crack of the door blinds me.

A slipshod sprint of dressing
Morning shirts and burly boots
Cold coffee, a belly belch. Roots
Hold me to my chair. A blessing
Is said before I leave.

I look to the sight beyond the window sill.
The glum-grey morning stands so still
Still like a pool in a minefield.

Stranger Than FictionI.
Little did she know that
they were the catalysts-

He was the leading man
of a story whose author was
doing her best to kill him off
by the last page.

II.
This is our stage, but
we are their puppets. And
some one, who isn't god,
is writing out our movements,

allowing us to believe in freewill.

III.
My life started as a tragedy, but
broke into laughter in the third act.

And I probably wont get hit
by a bus
today
or tomorrow
or the next day
or...
I'll probably die in my sleep
when I'm old.

And I never will have
saved a life;
but if my author
would let me, I could.

IV.
Isn't that
the kind of person
you want to

the realmsometimes I'm caught in this REALM
it's a realm of privacy, but restlessness
I fade away from the world of action
and into this slow, transparent feeling
the bridge between my thoughts and my actions
widens exponentially
the longer I stay.
It makes me itchy.
I itch for something to focus on
but my brain feels like a piece of tape
that's already been stuck to too many things
and falls off of everything I encounter.
I itch for somewhere to go
something new to do,
but everything that doesn't require crossing that ever-expanding bridge
has already been done,
already been explored.
I keep fading,
remembering that I used to have goals I could work

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and there was granted it to give breath to the image of the wild beast...

Out of the shadows a creature appeared.
I shuddered to think; the fear it'd bring here.
'Twas red as crimson and beastly for sure.
It looked quite familiar, I'd seen it before.

Those heads, the horns, the diadems on top,
reminded me so of the BEAST I once fought.
'Twas breath from THAT BEAST that brought it to life.
A shadow, a mirror, yet sure to cause strife.

Hark! A voice cried, "The BEAST has a name,
a curious name brings the BEAST its great fame.
666 is the name of this hideous BEAST,
on the flesh of men it's determined to feast."

Then strangely enough, it was

Beast of the Apocalypse

Hometown heroes

'Twas the biggest game of the year,
we were down seven to ten.
Friday night the whole town was here,
to cheer us on for the win!

As we moved the ball down the field,
the crowd screamed with delight.
Would the other team have to yield,
and give up the title tonight?

We got the ball down to the five,
fourth down with five yards to go.
Seemed our glory had finally arrived,
should we run or should we throw?

The mood was as tense as could be,
as the QB called the last play.
But he took too long so you see,
the ref called a delay penalty.

Five yards back it was with ten still to go,
the decision was to throw the ball.
In the endzo

Summertime!

Oh joy, oh bliss, old man Winter is gone,
and the Spring has passed like a storm.
Summer's now here 'tis my season of fun,
for this I have lived and was born.

We'll laugh and play, watch our cares fade away,
and at night we'll sleep out of doors.
My animal friends will come here to stay,
we'll chase shadows out on the moor.

When Summer is gone the memories sway,
and help me get through the next Fall.
When Winter comes around I won't dismay,
next Summer I'll again have a ball!

Just a workin' toad

The world is full of the famous and rich,
of those whose careers are their gods.
They'll toil and spin at high fever pitch,
as they attempt to defy all the odds.

"Just an average toad," they often would say,
as he got dressed and hopped off to work.
The place where he worked gave minimum pay,
to a toad who was just a store clerk.

But he'd watch the news at the end of his day,
as the exploits of the rich would unfold.
Then he'd turn to his wife and smile and say,
"So grateful to be just a workin' toad."

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The Seduction

by ~tommyboywood, Dec 24, 2012, 2:58:56 PM
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He'd seen her face a hundred times before,
but now 'twas different, of that he was sure!
Her eyes were afire, her lips were blood red.
The fruit in her hand: "Eat some," she said.

"For look I was blind. Behold, now I see!
The fruit doth taste well, now harken to me.
The earth is our home, it's ours to explore.
We'll experience it now like never before!"

He gazed at the fruit, then looked up at her.
He felt somewhat flushed, his blood was astir.
That body! That face! He wanted her so!
He snatched at the fruit, he'd give it a go!

The rest, as they say, is history now.
For six-thousand years we've suffered, and how!
If only he'd listened to the ONE who was true,
life would be so sweet, for me and for you.

GENESIS 3:6,7

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~amen-no-suomynona Apr 12, 2013 Student General Artist

Huh. So humans were weak to begin with.

~tommyboywood Apr 12, 2013 Professional Writer

Free will is just what it implies i.e. freedom to choose. Adam could have chosen a course of integrity but instead gave in to temptation. All of us face similar choices daily. Like the saying goes: JUST SAY NO!

~amen-no-suomynona Apr 13, 2013 Student General Artist

Yeah... Wonder why we only had two choices: Yes or No.

~tommyboywood Apr 13, 2013 Professional Writer

to demonstrate whether or not they truly appreciated and loved their heavenly Father, who had given them everything. to illustrate: does it mean more to you when a child (or other loved one) tells you that they love you or when they demonstrate by their actions that they do? Love is the dominant force in the universe (John 3:16; 1 John 4:8), and man is made in God's image, therefore is able to love also. when Adam and Eve rebelled, they showed by their actions that they had no real appreciation or love for God, and were therefore not entitled to the gift of eternal life (see poem "The Tree of Life).

~amen-no-suomynona Apr 13, 2013 Student General Artist

Oh. Thanks for the explanation!

~Tomoko-Karahime Mar 13, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

wow.. powerful! I LOVE IT xD

~tommyboywood Mar 13, 2013 Professional Writer

ach tung baby!

~Tomoko-Karahime Mar 13, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

XDDD

~GoldenFlameNaLu Feb 2, 2013

woah,,,...

*Everlasting90 Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Ahh, the Fall of Man.

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