Burn the medieval mystic women
on the pyres of our emotion
Sear them in the city, in the county
and then sail across the ocean

True love requires a manly urge
that solidifies our devotion
It is a complicated list of truths
that set the devourer in motion

     There is a vulture
     hanging in the air
     drinking up your culture
     following everywhere

The wind blew purposefully behind us,
set us on this lonesome strand
And if we find here abberations
the river will purify our land

These unholy immanent women
have wrought them an infernal band
But all their traps will be uncovered
as God withholds his righteous hand

     There is an eagle
     searching for your eyes
     He is more terrible
     than your most subtle spies

This savage coast sorely tries our souls
but say not we have failed to count the cost
Despite these unregenerate women
the Law of God is on our hearts embossed

We will endure our holy labor
and carry the flames of Pentecost
We yet have our hope in Heaven
and never admit that we have lost

     Vengeance is mine
     God says he will repay
     So hope your holy murders
     live through Judgement Day

There is a place
Where you know everything.
You have to find it in the ground
Near the place where crickets sing.

It's in that place
Where lively things grow.
When you're ready, they will find you
And then teach you how to know.

Now see the flames
Burn the sky blue and red;
Observe the fractal patterns,
Let them soak deeply into your head.

Lift up your face
On your back where you lie.
Gold and silver stars trace circles
Infernos in the black endless sky.

Then fear takes hold
And your fright pulls you in.
Let your soul rumble with the earth
And then learn to grapple with your sin.

Look at the moon;
It reflects you and your plight.
Gaze on her subtle beauty and
Spiral violently into the night.

Traverse the spaces
While fog circles your spine,
And winds blow violet clouds that rain
Wisdom through the tendrils of your mind.

There is a pain,
Pulsing greens and purples;
Receding, weaving your spirit
Orderly in beautiful circles.

The universe
All of this erases:
The one layer, shattering and split,
Swirling intonations like the graces.

Knowing to be,
Being just to exist;
Living life perpetually
Humming in a cosmic state of bliss.

Your whole being
Has set flight to your hates,
Allowing you to spend your days
Helping others to carry their weights.

Now you are able
To follow the path that is right,
Fully passing through your trials,
And settle peacefully into the light.

In ancient days in the land of Nod
there was a king as good as God
He built a tower great and tall
He built it till he hit the wall
God said "Enough"
and that was all

Here and now
we live in Nod
We think we're God
and don't know how
to exist

The Spirit moves throughout
all the Universe
And Wisdom sits on her wall
never ceasing to shout
"Come know me, and come out!
Come out from among them
Clear your head
Come out from the ranks
of the walking dead!"

Take heed
Do the deed
Unlock the paths
and let the seed
of Life immortal
burst through your soul
allow Eternal Jordan
to wash you whole

Its mystical current, electric
will teach you how
to know
and your heart will become a spring
a Well
Everlasting
and it will flow
out from Heaven
to here below

astral haiku

Cancer, is no crab.
Y in the sky, electric;
just like old Tesla

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