Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas:~ The Merry Golden_Christmas

29). Sing the merry-golden-Christmas

Sing O! ye angels of the meadows sing-
Quake the roots of hills and mountains; sing-
Dazzle, the angelic host of the holy hills, sing-
Sing the winds to a frenzy spell, sing-

Send the ocean leaping,
splashing and slanting ~ the joyous feel, sing-
bubble up and splash your songs over the heavens; sing-
And let the dolphins synchronize Amen; Sing-
It is for us salvation and merry Christmas to you all-

Sing hell to silence, shame the sons of Jackal, and sing-
Quake, the fabrics of hell, sing-
send all to flame, no smoldering spare, sing-
Sing the holy souls to soar into glorious ballet; sing-

Sing the cosmos to a joyful pandemonium; sing-
Sing; O! sing and astound the angelic host; sing-
Elevate to ecstasy~ you exuberant souls sing-
It is for us salvation and merry Christmas to you all-

O! Sing us into the Kingdom of his Divine Will-
Let us sing to worship, dazzle and share the joyous feel -
Send the sounds of blessed song to Heaven-
O! giggle, the melody to Alleluia, sing-

Sing the Cherubs and Seraphs to savor the human joy; sing-
Sing the earth to life a new; sing-
Level the hills of partitions, sufferings and pain; sing-
It is Christmas; Sing the merry-golden-Christmas songs-

Sing! O! Babylonians sing to Mesopotamia, sing-
Sing the joy of salvation-
sing to unshackle the soul- 
from heinous burden of death, sing-
Sing glorious Assyrians, and match to Antioch with joyful songs-

Sing to Abraham O! Jerusalem-
sing the glory of Bethlehem sing-
Drown the hatchets into sea and sand-
Sing the sons of man, O! children of Abraham-
Sing the earth to a new life-

sing; and match with joyous songs O! Jacob-
level the hills of partitions, sufferings and pain-
sing to Ishmael; sing-
dance Ishmael and entrace Isaac's song-
sing both a new Christmas song-
It is Christmas; Sing the merry-golden-Christmas song-

Sing the earth to life a new; sing-
It is for us salvation and merry Christmas to all, Sing-
It is Christmas; Sing the merry-golden-Christmas song-
It is Christmas; Sing the merry-golden-Christmas song-.


Tuesday, November 8, 2016

CHRISTIANITY AND "THE PODIUM OF MERCY OF MERCIES".

THE PODIUM OF MERCY OF MERCIES.
While the podium is but a “State in His Will”
The stage is set
in the state of life, and state of the soul
in proximity to the Eternal Love,
~the eternal-good and goodness/.

At that instance of Mercy of Mercies
The higher booming-the unearthly pounding-
the tempest throngs of Alleluia-
fans the burning inferno of Hell-
the never-quenching, down and under

There above, in the pit, the anticipating spirit-
the soul sojourning between up and down-
awaiting the Word, the Truth and the Life-
languishing in Limbo cries out!
Behold the victorious Son-
of the Infinite and Eternal
descending, into Hell-

The flaming parted, and the pit rose- and towers.
The radiance clears the smoking-
and polishes the annexed-
O! What a match of victory-
the show of limitless might- of power and majesty flow-
flouting the preexisting- demon hold

The sword of the Thrones, those blades of power, rose-
to secure the victory spoils- quenching the smoldering-
The annexation! The annexation!
“Announced”, by the Dominions-
“this portion of Hell is annexed!”-

The flag of Life ~the flag of Truth rose,
taller than the inferno and smoking of hell-
Hail; Infinite and Eternal-
Hail the action- hailing the Kingdom of the Divine Will-

           “The consummation of the divine providence-
The annexed, that eternally becomes,
the sphere, of the mercy of mercies,
~is the birth of Purgatory/

Honor to the plan of Salvation-
the birth of the “State” of Mercy of mercies”-
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! - The Seraphs sang-
the throngs of Alleluia- the echoes, the flabbergasting praises-
Holy, Holy, Holy, heaven rejoices-
fanning, the raging fire of Hell/.

The anticipating spirit-man-
smoldering in Limbo cries out again-
“Behold the subjugation- the defeat,
the castration and the marooning- of the ancient Landlord-
By a landing in Hell- that is not subject to Hell, Devils and Demons-
Yes! Yes! Yes! - not subject to Devils-
 no, not subject to Demons-
Is the descent of the Son of Man/.
Christus vincit; Christus regnat; Christus imperat
Alleluia, Alleluia! Alleluia! The Cherubs sang.

Like fire that deafened the heinous-sons-
of the children of the Ancient Jackal, were their voices- 
The Annexed that Eternally will be-
“Is the birth of Purgatory”-
The assurance of mercy~ The mercy of mercies-
The trumpeting strings of Alleluia-
and Amen, cools, the smoldering Limbo-

from the annexed piece of Hell- the podium- the emancipated stand-
The Good News went fort to convict to heaven and to hell-
And to eternally be the Word- the universal-eternity-
The annexed never again was Hell-

Father Abraham tossed a sigh of relief-
What a podium- the state of being- the reception hall-
Drink! Drink! Drink!-
Drink you the light of Salvation-

They drank-
as father Abraham lets down Lazarus-
To wave a hand at the Rich-man-
that solicited good for his brothers-

The rich man had accepted the cup of Salvation-
that weighed him down- directly to the hellish purgatory-
For the hope, he sorts for his-
he found reward for soliciting nobly to goodness-

The hopeful anticipating spirit-man,
lumbering from Limbo cries out once more
Behold! He! He that is! the Infinite and Eternal-
emptying Limbo into Purgatory-
Hail Purgatory! Hail the Mercy of mercies!
The strings, of “Alleluia”, then “Amen”/.

O! What a match of victory, -
The victorious Son of the Infinite-Eternal One-
The action by the Eternal that must eternally be-
Has lowered the gradient of Hope
Hope now ranges- to grade, from the Hellish to Paradise-
And the Hellish Purgatory, has Hope guaranteed/-
Hellish but not Hell-
Hope is Heaven guaranteed-

“No one given to Him by the Father will ever be lost”
The Kingly promise has Hope fulfilled-
And the Thrones-Angels carved- new chasm-
New Chasm between Purgatory and Hell

The, strings of: “Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!” then, “Amen!”
O! Him that lives and is presented in the Eternal act/-
given in the Infinite -Eternal Presence-
Halo Him the Indomitable Lord-
Bless the Great Guarantor in the taken-
The Assurance Oat given in Baptism-
before the Father, the Son & the Holy Spirit-
Hail the Assurance of certainty-
The mercy of mercies; ~that is Purgatory.

And Hope grades from “the state of moments to one day” residence~
in the Paradise of Purgatory-
Hope grades to “the state of millennia days” residence
from hellish extremes of unpleasantness to Paradise~
Paradise of souls- in the Transfiguration into Beatific Vision-
O! What a glorious, portentous victory-
The victorious Son of the Infinite-Eternal One/.

As Christian’s souls, grade from hellish seat of selfishness-
to selfless, seat of giving, loving and unity-
softening the tissue of one-unit-heart- 
As the unpicked food lightens the flesh at the cafeteria’s smorgasbord-
The picked weighs down the spirit and soul-
Therefore, Hope grades to “millennia days” residence in mercy-
in hellish blazing, seat of regrets, to mercy- the joyous paradise-

O! What a match of victory, -
The victorious Son of the Infinite-Eternal One-
The Throne-Angels carved-
 new chasm- between Purgatory and Hell
The Accuser of the Brethren- has fingers stopped-
by the chasm manning Dominions-
Evoking the Spirit in the Oat
the predestined-sanctification by Heaven-
“that whatever is loosed by the Sacraments is loosed in Heaven”-
Upon the unapproachable Purgatory walls-

O! What a match of victory,
the Hope for the sinful man-
the victorious Son of the Infinite-Eternal One/.
Christus vincit; Christus regnat; Christus imperat
Alleluia, Alleluia! Alleluia! The Cherubs sang.

He made good his promise to the Good-Thief-
The Crown-Spoil of victory the Paradise of Christ-
~ the cap , the pinnacle temple of Purgatory-
the reign of Soul’s in Transfiguration- to beatific vision
No worries, no needs, is the state of soul of the Saintly Good Thief.

For frothy days, the souls from limbo rejoiced-
In their transfiguration in the Paradise of Christ
In Heaven, the Eternal Banquette is set
as Souls in Paradise of Jesus the Christ
will soon come before God- The Eternal Father

For frothy days, the souls from limbo rejoiced-
In their transfiguration in the Paradise of Christ
Then, the magnum ecstasy, the celestial banquette,
on the Ascension, of the Son of Man/.
The expected fulfillment of Eternal God’s covenant with Himself
It was joy infinite, the return of the Children of God to God.

He came into humanity between Heaven and Hell
He came to save the likes of me sick and hapless
He came by his own volition not by my call
He came by mercy and for mercy not my will, faith or works

He, who, is saved by Baptism still sins/
He who is baptized must eats His Body/-
 and drinks his Blood to have life in Him/
yet as he still lives, a human will still err-
therefore, not by his power that he remains in Christ Jesus
It is by the Lords mercy. He tucks you in, into Himself
He who has life in Christ must be One,
United in Communion, receiving light, and milk of life
from the Covenant of the Chief Sheppard
The covenant within the Kingdom of God,
the kingdom of the priestly children of God
Between Jesus the Good Sheppard
and God the Father’s appointed Chief Sheppard Peter/,
serving, till the end of times, when Christ returns.

 The baptized, this is, only possible by Christ,
 in Christ and with Christ in the Eucharistic Sacrifice.
God who orders into eternity, that which only God, can do~
 that His human flesh,be the Bread of Life and His human blood
 the the Blood of life in the transubstantiation of Common bread and wine;
Thus setting the "Commandment" to last for all generation of man till He returns.
As He promised the Father-
that He would not loose-any of the Children He has given Him-
so, He tucks you in, tucking, purifying feeding you and I, of Himself
that you and I may finally see the Father-

Hope grades to “millennia days” residence-
from hellish extremes of unpleasantness to Paradise~
Paradise of souls- the Transfiguration in beatific vision-
O! What a glorious portentous victory-
The victorious Son of the Infinite-Eternal One/. 

Monday, October 24, 2016

The Bleeding Memorials

Flip the leaves and trail the pages-
 till the Islamic Bible fades-
as you flood-light the center-
the nature's camera clicks and medulla sobs 
the blind sees and the deaf hears,-
the pounding of big foot
slanting the echinoderm, flipping the arachnids thorax
the religion-phobic shivers, at the acclaimed celestial- verbosity
"That the footstool of an Islamic Prince-
 is the skyscrapers of the West/-
the defeated and crushed-
on bent knees, paying homage-"

There, every prince buckles up-
chin up, chinning high-
and letting tunic flow and fall from shoulder-
the ego mounts on Unicorn Pegasus
Flipping to a posture-
for the head that may wear the golden crown-
The anticipated rapture pulls the bull from the bin-
“am I the prophesied Prince? ~
Am I to be the Grand Caliph/?”

The mirror lays the qualifications-
on a mock golden crown and-
the worth of the tunic and the design-
Surveying the tunic’s pocket-
 the black-liquids gold hems the dip-
where money, is not an issue-

Allah Hua Qu Bari-
The son of the Nile took the first shot-
the tunic was Nubian Bantustan-
and Egypt by Heavens- the Grandfather of Ishmael
He was not Arab or Muslim -
when speech made prophesy-
 but was in 620 follower of Christ-

Inadvertently the Bantustan Tripolitania took a crack- 
but the adder hounded the corridors-
fire rained from the sky-
And Islam did neither fashion/
nor lifted up the Golden Serpent-
Setting the prima-figure to realize African not Arabian-

The Mesopotamian set a crown upon his measure-
Baghdad took allotment of palaces- 
23 Palaces for the World Islamic Assembly of Caliphs
Unrealized yet, but Nostradamus peaked into 
the package of power set to Grand Caliphate
He invented the absentee weapon of mass destruction
while the aspirant Grand Caliph, 
forces the setting of war to the mother of all wars-
playing Islamic Prophesy into his hands-
He drew blank at prophesy‘s-lottery-

Saddam Hussein was not an Arab-
The portentous princely crown-
melted in the heat of mother of wars-
There can be no adventures, from inside a hole-
when the going got tough-
the prince was buried in the Bush/-

The pecking order hugs the Arabian-
but self-anointing evokes delusion-
and became un-affectionate
Ben-Laden wars not, from epicenter
for which Nostradamus Henchmen calls it definite.

We noted that at the clash of prophesies-
no Angel was present- not even a Saint-
even the Seraphs quit singing-
Both the tormentor and the tormented-
to Regional Particular Apocalypse commend-

For prophesy in commencement to graduation-
tumbles the dice between Baghdad and Baghdadi-
The visitor terminates the bagging of commendation-
sojourning to Persia doubting-
that the prince of Arabia was Baghdadi-

Assigning judgment to the absentee-
the prophetic touch- or Angelic unveiling of the eye-
between the left to right and the vertical order words-
 or Higher adjectives-
The measure of princely manicure, powder and hair-
was the depth of pocket and length of sword/-

Heaven withdraws and the blast,
winding hell for answers-
The dubious spoke freely-
men engage in senseless endeavors-
within uncertain premises-
Islamic youth sort knowledge in surfing the net-
Aljazeera saw cognition into recognition-

Agent West scopes the component strands
to Orwellian, prophesy-
Construing to impact, he resorts to theories-
theories that set ambiguities on stage-
prophesies are not politics yet Babylon fell for both-

Natural to the regional commendation-
is the incumbent incubator-
the type Lawrence indeed was never an Arabian-
Warring on Nostradamus and Koran's prophecies- 
Politics backside prophecies/-.
setting diplomacy to ridicule, and impotent of vent-

The PUI~ Policy Under Influence-
Struck the invention of the absentee-
weapons of mass destruction-
Unleashing weapons supremacy’s self-preserve policy-
Fire raining from the sky-
The birds over Baghdad sorties her end-
The surviving stump is unfortunately the hydra of Babylon-
And Baghdad yields to the hydra Baghdadi

The city of palaces quakes-
 and faults the lines of enigmatic strikes-
Hailing the prophesy that humbles-
the Euro-Middle Asiatic Union-
The alliance with the differing kinds-
uncovering gullible brotherhood in sleepy slopes/-
Alleluia-Allah Hua Kobari~ the merger natives, in negativity-
The type Lawrence will never be an Arabic Saint-

Sympathy rushes the foot of brotherhood-
and brews the portion for-
the restless forehead with an itching palm-
Two hundred years tier for the international felon prince-
finding occupannacy for the Palaces aiding the Grand Caliphate-
Baghdad incubates 23 World Emirate Kingdom Princely palaces-
Islam’s Jihad roosts- 

The impregnable, West became seduced, by her own children-
and the twin towers, weathers to gray memorial-
Arabia became invisible, and her mirage spells doom-
The remounted, Mesopotamia. comes to surgery table-
The cranial surgery of the cancerous hydra heads; breaks sutures-

The shocking self-proclamation-
summons the golden crown-
Haji the pilgrimage shoots to Baghdadi-
As the Hadith translate prophesy into Jihad-
The Earth is blotted and constipated.
Fagging & disseminating the infectious Clan-Deism-

Hot sports grow and plume,
and steaming-
spraying the world with stinking effluvium-
The Far-West, the impregnable receives the hammer-
The bulletproof vest, buckles-
as the blow hurts to the rib-

The netted alliance shivers and shrivels-
as the search for the gift of power & dominance
to Allah/God-
finds self in the rubble of rabblement-
tarnished and disheartened-

Mistaken vulnerability the Far-North rustles-
defying reason-
Her image wears the poles that sky the colossus-
The usher, introduce a premature new world-
where the unexpected breezes to the door of aliment-

Colossal events confronts the colossus-
Black-Sea empties into Blood-Sea-
The renegade finds confinement in isolation-
The Roman prophet's “if”, sparring with Arabia's “surety”
leaves the world still blotted and seated with indignation.

Religion saps the Earth of human energy-
The enteric volcanic eruption dismembers the mother of all wars-
the discontented ate his eyes at the tristesse-
the flow of magma-
Allowing, the union and growth, of radical rabblement/.

The fruits for inheritance-
where, from Kassi-Anuhitta-
the prize would be claimed/,
by the infidel son, of Arabia/.
That, which splinted Abraham, has the splinter still.

The Kissinger and pre-Kissinger West,
saw it flowing up-stream-
In vehemence, construed, dubious theories
that deployed itching irritants-
the alliances with kings undermined the centuries of kingly hold-

Uplifting the yoke, off immaturity-
starring the democratizing of unholy bonds and monarchies-
Wherein the functional inequality found fertility-
in ethnic-centrism and fertilization of the field thistles-
The permutation destabilizing the union fields-
setting negative charges to self-

The massive repulsion, brings chaos-
to the charged field, where religion is the soul of politics-
The skimming, holding the views in opposing strands-
sees policies selfishly disposed-
Kind to kind the seal is bond-bull-

but the West sees capitulation, as policy objective’s simplicity-
 employs institutional pressure-
where greed becomes the soul of skimming and alliances-
The finger of the post era steers the wheel of fortune-
staring the merchants of Aegean Sea-

At same podium wherein the Arabian -Money misses
the road and anchors its yacht-
Meanwhile, the bubble is shaking loose,
Warsaw saw war and Warsaw wars yet again-
when Peter's Chair calls for homeland solidarity,
the noose holding the un-baked communion shreds-

And over extension sucks up the dry glue,
that held the pages.
The pages of the bonds communion shrivels,
avalanche paid homage to precipitous freedom-
at the Far North Jamboree-

The colonial political structure sends
skimming to the opposition stand-
The electronic age scales the boundary of quesi-imperialism-
diminishing the lone ranger imperial nations-

The phenomenon, sells bread knife
butter-spoon to Euro-
decorating the dinner table-
While the Isle respected by the twisted cross-
became an object, roped-
and pulled on both sides of the Atlantic-

The dark Aryans drank the bowl-
of palm oil-bicarbonate soda-
pepper for taste-
As pecuniary politics sends inequality to equity court-
To the table surrounded by primal premiers-

Tailoring the dresses, same size, in equity-
is the mockery of nature’s differing strands/.
Issue is not in the color or in the competition of equals-
but in the skimming inequality-

The sad advent that punishes the hand of goodwill-
the reproach of naivete and bandanna ostentation-
Holding the views in opposing strands-
the feverish pounding, fingers the desire to suppress-
The objective holds in simplicity, where greed and selfishness,
remain the recharge of section’s will-

which transports the person of man-
to a healing ball where the enemy sees not an adversary-
where, man skims against the nobility-
of the access to popular prime equity-

All that skims!-
To mixture brews betwixt the convulsing opposing units
seeds phobia of advancing harmonizer-
The force of power, injects, the distancing of spirit-
and skimming sucks in the sobering bowel-
as brother saw brother in opposing strand-
skimming to self-consume in common strand-
unto Armageddon’s field, the harmonizer’s vanity/.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Political Colossus of our times


7). Inheritance in Political Damnation.

"The greedy politician".

In ruin’s pit, in that complete devastation,
his native land was found./           
Yet, seats him astride,
with presentation of pride, and smiling-set-face.
His very pockets with maniacal fingers he enriched
and cared not for the public coffers he has drained

His was a deaf ear turned, the cotton ball filled
that hears not the cry of his fellow citizens
His conscience conceives nothing in politics
Only, the lucky chance, to greedily, acquire/.
He minds not to bequeath a name in politic history
condemned, damned and abhorred.

He lives to rejoice, with soul so dead,
that takes no pride in his native land
Who never in comparison, places himself,
next to the immortal men of Politic History
What man, of stone heart that lives,
from his fellow citizens, no admiration lost.
Whose creed was written and enshrined on his portfolio
that letters “obtain without labor”
who minds not to bequeath a name in politic history/
condemned, damned and abhorred.

What soul is? to which be credited murder by greed,
death in poverty of his country people;
Conceited he parades his ill-gotten wealth
amidst his ill-stricken and dying country men 
Who never judges self in the precedence, prime/
 and simple ~“No pain no gain”
Who never brings self to the noble plateau/
where Nationalist Kennedy Politics is made/. 

What man is he, that stole from his fatherland?
who exiles his own native motherland?
He dances in his heart with the earth below his feet
and sees not the sharp slippery slopes
To whom it was too late,
when the cliff and button of his soul come to view
His was a soul so dark in death
so white a sepulchral reposed, that he himself could not recognize.

The first spirit in the ism of National that states;
“I am willing and ready to die for my country” he was void
The second is the politics of indeed dying for one’s country;
which in Mandela Politics proclaimed, he also was void
He missed the draft and thus was voided
the spirit in the ism of patriots
He, bought counts, he stole the votes,
in politic-rhetoric, he practiced libel hypnotism
He minds not, to bequeath a name in politic history
condemned, damned and abhorred.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

The She~ the Spirit “She”

In the cloudiness of the Western light
the spirit “She” unfolded
From the unexpected came the might
The might that men of centuries have dreamed
In the possibility of the probable
that stacked the odds she embattled to surmount
En-route it must be possible they mistook the Spirit Ludorum
for a Negro woman
It was the destined destination, aside for only “She”
Precluded from common opportunity corridors
Probative the lady-spirit that Oprah is “She”

Was there the possibility that she,
her destiny would find derailment?
The capriciously busy double tracks,
to mishaps disposing
demanding the upper echelon the footstool of Suma
Only the “She” the Spirit indomitable traverses
She the enchanting that does not self-seduce
She that brings disappointments to terminal end
in audacious judgment with ease;
To impound and adjudicate between the pro and cons
in the spans of wisdom,
that’s quick and potent
It is the destined destination
that must be attained for Oprah is “She”

What possibility along the trans of circumstances
had headed her to same destination?.
For there were tears,
only wherein instanced,
wherein men would have self-destructed,
popped and disposed
Prickly painful, but not imposed upon the Spirit She;
Not frail; not easily sponged to puffiness is “She”
Not gullible; to unsteady gaits,
easy she rebuffs,the forceful pushes,
The deluding persuasions
and the professor on derailment from destiny
 found; to his ensnarement at the cubits of disappointment
That, “the She” is the “Oprah of America” the She Spirit.

The excellence, enhanced,
while not comprehended,
became prevalent to primacy in deed.
In surging, the Spirit sparks
and the fire rekindles
to attain the height, the envisioned pinnacle
The queenly caput; the bandanna of excellence; the ring of gold.

In personality, the Spirit extends
a most capricious attraction that lures but not seduce
A face that provokes with beauty and innocence
and demeanor that impresses
but would not embrace
A Spirit that beckons all to self,
 but stands aloof
That’s it; too much Spirit
for any to hold, is “She”
A Spirit, mounts, ecstatically enjoining at distance,
proclaiming, “Love You, love me, Love you”, Love me
Thus the world embellishes with love,
for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”

Bravo! my lady bravo!
Would that I could write, or
 sing thy Spirit to justice end
I would then,
have attained the pinnacle
where excellence thy Spirit captured
To copious charity,
I would my heart’s content sculpture
for Lady, “She”, the “Spirit of Excellence”.
In song and literary poverty, I must contend
and commit rather to spirit,
Bravo! Sister Bravo!
Thus, the world embellishes with love,
for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”
Bravo! My Lady, bravo! bravo! bravo!