The Monster Vs The Mystic:Part 1

The monster spoke at me in the one of the darkest voices I have ever heard,
Scorn shrieked in notes of sacrilege and crude profanity,
It uttered lies and blasphemied personal oracles received about their twisted soul,
Loud demons screeched  causing pain and suffering and shattering another human being,
The beast hissed at Gods mystic with disdain and vulgarity.





I am posting the series of the monster vs the mystic here because I do not want my other blog discovered under the wording of mystic or meme...It is another version of beauty and the beast, the beast being the exterior.

The Woman in the Basket Haiku

Woman in basket,

Zechariah prophesied,

Whoredom revealed.

Rev 17

Zec 5:7

The Day of the Lord Haiku

Thief to those asleep

Children of the light awake

The Day of the Lord.

1 Thessalonians 5:4

Twenty Four Elders Haiku

They followed Jesus,

Twelve are the great disciples,

Twenty four elders.

Rev 19:19

I have received the 21 out of 24 elders in prophecy. 12 are the diciples, not Judas the one who replaced him.

The seven others I received are:

Moses
Paul
Daniel
Ezekiel
Isaiah
David
Abraham
Jeremiah
Zechariah

Daniel Two Statue Haiku

Daniel interprets

The metals are age of man

Dream of a statue

Seven Lamps With Gods Plagues Haiku

Zechariah said:

"One bowl and seven gold lamps"

Seven with Gods’ plague’s

Court will Sit Haiku

Curia will sit

The court mentioned by Daniel

Will take his power

Abominations Haiku

Abominations

In the temple of the Lord

Vatican Museum

Number of the Beast Haiku

Number of the beast

Written across their forehead

Spiritual mark

The Cool Fall Becomes a Snowstorm

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Summer heat turned turned to a cool fall and prepares for a colder winter,
Leaves removed from the trees now lay scattered on the frozen ground,
That lovely grass of growth is in the process of a deliberate hibernation,
The snow lays a blanket over what flourished in the burning sun,
Purity of the crystals of snow and ice now mirror clean new experiences.

Summer blue depths of oceans forgotten in the gaze of the snowflakes,
The cool fall buried in the mists of a wild and blowing snowstorm,
Ice castles built to remain protected from cold winter winds,
She sleds down white hills and new territory with speed and adventure,
A new winter glow rests on her rosy cheeks full of joy and smiles.

The Mystics Moon and Dark Seers Sky

Every night I sit outside and watch that moon enveloped within the dark sky,

 Thoughts prevail my mind silently as tears fall down my cheeks of a special time,

The number three will always be a special number of a glimpse of a shared dream,

Darkness envelopes the alcove as I sit alone and hold it close so it won't escape me.

Shattered pain with a lining of a golden composite of pleasure and fantasy of recapturing it,
Placing those days into a special box where they can never be stolen from me again,
The Mystic locks away those memoirs and puts them in her heart forever,
Trois jours is a bond that will never be replaced or forgotten.
  

The Seer Slipped In Your Room

Dedicated to a good friend

The mystic slips in your room through your colorful and vivid dreams,

An enchanting ballet of whispered secrets and a bold ambition,
Sensations intense and genuinely envisioned with flames of truth,
Haunted with imaginative scenes of a shared and exquisite past. 

Rain Pours Over the Prophet

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Passions pour over her and sear its mark on her burning flesh,

Desires rain down & drowned images move in her sleeping fantasies,

Cotton sheets soaked with sweat from the night visions in her head,

Lingering then follows with heated bursts through the day.

Storms build and shift along with thunder of murmurs of want,

Flashes of lightening light up dark episodes of ache & longing,

Showers cascade over skin and leave drops dripping from wings.

Leaving scents of dreamy dew that embraces all her senses.

The Angel Mystic Moon

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The iridescent globe sits perched in the sky and rests with the stars,
The Angel shines like that orb but a lamp on a stand for others to view,
Mystical memes and spiritual conversions of symbols relayed through spirit,
The Lords mysterious workings and prophecy through a vessel combined.

The Mystic glides through that dark blindness of having no belief in God,
Glowing ever so brightly she shines that light into the eyes of many,
The Angel Mystic carries her torch and helps ignite flames of faith,
Her wings shimmer with the reflection of that moon she sits beside.


I wrote this for a friend that seems to view me in a way that is a bit unique from others. They keep mentioning Angel with Moon. I combined the moon and Angel in a poem; the moon is a light that ignites the sky. I felt connected to that view as a lamp for God since I ignite faith for those in darkness with the Lords miraculous methods and him using me as a vessel with the prophecy.

May God bless you to have someone make such a beautiful comparison that sets your creative spirit on fire and become the muse it was for me to write this poem.

The Prophets Perfidy

Camaraderie shared with talks, words and shared glances of our spirits,
Soulfully dancing provocatively together as we glided with God,
Musings and rhymes built on honesty, trust and lasting friendship,
Symbols and signs were woven together with care and love.

Slipping into other forms, masks and faces not recognizable,
Multiple thorns pierce my insides like a crown above my head,
Emotional flogs and invisible whips of devious betrayals,
Nails hammered into my heart resembling the cross of Christ.

The Mystics Gargoyle Guardians

Ancient beasts with a calling to ward off evil spirits and demons befriend the Mystic,

Squatting protectively over her mystical memes, musings and prophetic insights,

Grey marble stoning lines the walls and inner heart of her church,

Repelling primeval and supernatural beings in pursuit of her ministry. 

The Seers Sacrilege

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Careless words tossed as sacrilege against the Spirit of God,
Mocking the calling of the Angel carried by the winds that he sends,
Blasphemy and lies uttered violently mixed with other verbal weapons,
Idioms of horror spewed to harm self esteem, image and self love.

Restless spirits dwell inside the embodiment that they choose,
Twisting tongues and forming arrows to pierce the Mystics heart,
Wings outstretched she peers into the mirror that stands before her,
The image that reflected back to her spoke of God's enduring love.


May you rest in the arms of God when you are enduring horrible abuse that wounds the heart and spirit.

The Mystics Nocturne

Compositions created by God dance in her mind as she sleeps,

Mystical dreams embraced by his ever powerful presence,

Notes weaved together to form insightful knowledge,
Musical and bright images behind her restful and closed eyelids.

Symbols, beautiful faces and exotic places seen in luminosity,
Stories with distinct voices that are heard and moving portraits seen,
Secrets whispered and remembered like familiar memories of her own,
Cocooned safely within the walls of the Mystics nocturne trance.


Nocturne is a composition that is musical, and generally the inspiration behind it is the night. It is a french expression. I compare my dreams from God to be musical. 

An Angels Persecution

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Demoniac utterances heaved violently on the spirit,
Screaming portions of hades and darkness that he knows,
Gods greatest contender slipping and hiding within the human flesh,
Oppressing vigorously as he roams angry that his time is short.

Silently he transfers himself and slides from one being to the other,
Deviously pursuing to torment the souls of Angels that belong to God,
Shifting ugly shapes to reside inside an aggressive woman,

The Spiders Web

 

Lyrics and music craftily spun like a spiders web to entice the heart and soul,

Deceptive illusions woven in beautiful silk threads that drapes over the mind.

Morphemes and images that seduced the mark with shadowed trickery,

 Rhymes infused with a poisonous venom which paralyzed the prey to remain still.

The arachnid then weaves and bundles it's target tightly with fibers of ballads murmured, 

Silently entwining the swathe as the center turns to pools of aching liquid,

Leisurely and delicately the spider begins to feast on the core of the being, 

The predator has digested the inner being leaving the husk resting on the web.