A/N: when I say “sons” in the culmi
nNation! i include both genders. This is also a touchy poem for many, but please please please don’t take anything in this poem the wrong way. Also, I could not get it to format very well. Sorry about that, folks!
For each of these seven Vibes, 7 Viers @each/man’s/throat…
The wind is cool for now;
I Keep My Silence
Whether you think I AM you have time to render
To your labors (seeking Great knowledge or feasting atop constructs of crumbling walls):
what you have set out After? LA”3.~”@UG5HTER!!!
Is this All you have hunted?
a rabbit stew mighty fine
Those who look at morals subjectively
can always be seen justifying themselves to themselves saying, “I don’t rob or kill,” to other men
But I didn’t create game that tastes any more palatable, where you are Currently
”.1 It’s all in the attitude which a heart is prepared, Anyway
which is 2) Why i’m trying
$.3 To Acquaint you with the Chef ~
~ 4-># Why is it feasts don’t reward your affections
is it because maybe in your rowdy bashing to carve your dreams
you’ve in-joked or cur$#@ed aT the runes until they depleted God-forsaken?
you think I wanted to be Cast Behind your back like a bag of fleas
When i burst through flames, your existence eloque~nted?
Fire is marvelous, Fire is hell, and Fire is Cessation
Fire is all things, all things Objected to Me;
All things that stand in this nonsensical obstinance
Will be elements subjected to groaning... sizzling
I surely do not distort My breath as I Co-manned all time
plus +NothinG + has drain on this battery life.
But go on and do whatever’s been put in your Heart
You;’’ll be wash’d always --
Right in the Teeth that squeal with peeling when They try on a genuine smile;
upon the Feet that Have Paraded the fires of the dung pit,
AwaKenINg foul aroMas up at the heaven: the Naauseaa from hearts rage-clenching each another
You could be washed as well as Filled NOW - if only you would open
The window to my rain,
CleanSing, PUrifying, & that’’s not abstraction!
Pride is an abstraction you can’t touch in any form; meeking how much TruTh is of Me is a Wellspring
He Who is only ty=rying to demonstrate how far
Down yu rest in carelessness- - -For the moment withholding MucH of my bitterness
anD Providing For Your Nakedness
Please, my sons, I Made The path to Home reaccessible
retract your tenaCious determinedness
Wise ones have the shortest biographies: their eyes, next their God
Tell you everything about them.
Pure = Loving God/wanting to see&be w/ God (for being informed & Transformed by this Companion)
Wise = respecting God/Trust God/look to God’s Direction
Holy = without a single Fault (only Christ/God Alone)
Righteous = believing in God/drawing near to Him
Wicked = far from Desiring God