"No More Holocausts"
Now Playing: "Does never again mean never?"
Topic: "Molech..alive and well"

"No More Holocausts"

Stone cold monument
taking joy, from life.
One Holy Presence,
demands a sacrifice.

Hearts turning slowly,
from the Face of Love.
How can this be,
What was He thinking of?

Kidnapped from innocence;
with dreams torn apart,
I tripped in His Presence,
over my broken heart.

How could I begin to approach
His Holy Light?
All my good intentions
couldn't cleanse me in His sight.

With a wave of His Hand,
I cannot forget;
on a cross I saw man,
and before that cross I knelt.

He said,"This is My Promise,
My Blood will cover you-
you will be my witness,
that My Love is ever true.

"No more holocausts;
no more agony,
you will find nothing is lost,
when you find your life, in Me.

your peace already cost a Life,
the price for it was won.
By the Perfect Sacrifice,
the lay in the Heart of My Son.

In the Battle of the Ages,
no child will lost.
Though hell and heaven rages,
no more Holocausts.

mysterianne'

"Cradle"
Now Playing: "And now a word from our creation theorists"
Topic: "Ambian,anyone?"
"Cradle"
Time and its essence was birthed by your wisdom.
the stars,they are numbered,
as they play at Your Feet.
Your Holy Presence gives light to the sun,
night becomes day,only to repeat.
You bathe my life, in the sweet glow of Mercy;
no human hands could incite such a touch.
So, I will close my eyes,and like the stars that rest above me;
Sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love...

mysterianne'

"Loving Me"
Now Playing: "My reflection"
Topic: "Spittin' Image"
"Loving Me"

Loving me
will cost you everything.
Loving me
You decided to leave your home.
Loving me
still leaves me wondering
if loving me could ever
be condoned.
Loving me
a seed of Your desire
Loving me
stream becomes Ocean
Loving me
a pulse of liquid fire
Loving me
transcends all emotion.
Loving Me
does not rely
on Loving You..

Loving You ,
just can't deny
I love me, too..




mysterianne'

"Hungry"
Now Playing: "Are you full yet?"
Topic: "Gut Wrenching"
"Hungry"

"Gaze into faces,
get behind eyes.
From so many places,
fed so many lies.
All satiated,
starving for more.
Emaciated,
nauseating encore.
Imbalanced, heavy scales,
bearing unjust weight,
all who would reign must fail,
policy is bait.
Only one more swallow,
deep, filthy well.
Thirst always follows,
hunger's dinner bell.
And, so we take the mark,
clones stamped in red;
sheep left in the dark,
bones, bleached and bled.
But, still I will rage
defying gravity;
incarcerated in this cage,
I choose to be free.
For I will not surrender,
I will not kneel,
to the Great Pretenders,
serving the next meal.

mysterianne'

"Tears for Lucifer?"
Mood:  quizzical
Now Playing: "Bright Side?"
Topic: "daddy"
Tears for Lucifer?"
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"Son of Adam;did you slay your brother as of yore?                                                                          
was it in the thirst for recognition that you sought?                                                                        
LUCIFER;the brightest star,watching as before,                                                                                  
with hollow eyes gazing,at the bloody harvest  wrought.                                                                
In the green,where mystery teems with suspicion,                                                                            
hiding in his darkest dreams;sorrowful contrition.
Does he yet feel regret,seeking absolution?                                                                                      
He knows there are secrets kept                                                                                                          
like prophets in seclusion.
In fascination and not just in pride,                                                                                                  
he stood there for  milliniums,while archangels bowed,                                                            
trading their glory,laying wings aside,                                                                                                  
that wisdom made no sense to him, a creature  so endowed.                                                      
And so it is written,from the mighty ranks he fell,                                                                      
tumbling into the void,to know the thoughts of men.                                                                  
orchestrating death,prince of battered hell,                                                                                  
confined in the knowing,he would never be free, again.    
The Only Begotten has come to take his place,                                                                              
and once more,the glory will be consummated.                                                                            
but you cannot tell if there;s tears upon his face,                                                                          
no heart knows such mercy;if not the One of Grace.                                                                    
oh the magic of the dance,the colours,the temptation.                                                                
he is the child of circumstance,,the mystical equation.
recalling the voice that summoned with desire
 he knows he had no choice,for  it led him to touch fire.                                                
but still he  looks upward,abandoned and alone.                                                                          
orphaned by a Father, who had plans of His own."                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                      
                                         by:mysterianne'

"Mine"
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: "ever known this kind?"
Topic: "love is agony"

"Mine"

Call it obsession,
He has to create;
turns His gaze in her direction,
mesmerizing fate.
.
The plan, He doesn't follow,
She cannot trace His steps,
She is full, appearing hollow,
closer to her death.
And , she believes, because He does,
this task,worth the time.
She lies still while the Hands of Love,
cut the ties that bind.
Mathematics , using clay,
selected from the embers,
water needed will obey,
He alone remembers.
Beautiful tries her best,
.ugliness to hide,.
underneath is not grotesque,
veil cast aside.
He will strip and He will sand,
taking her apart.
nothing issues from His Hand,
not born in His Heart.
Through alien strategies
this Husband ,tinker, lover,
blends the oil of anointed peace,
with chaos, it's true mother.
He won't shame and He won't tire,
and He expects the fear,
Consuming Flame that won't expire,
her blood kisses His Spear...
She kneels, ignited ,all consumed,
nothing ,if not Him.
adorning Him with this perfume,
her tresses, wearing thin.
and I am she, and she is I,
in the silent, stillness,aching,
tears for the feet of Adonai,
though His lady's heart is breaking....


mysterianne'

" To:Jeanne Guyon"
Now Playing: "strengthed by weakness"
Topic: "A lady's passion"
" To:Jeanne Guyon"

"Hope scans the galaxy;
mirrored blinding Light.
Lying to a throat that's parched,
dreams, familiar curse.
Novel, writer's travesty;
heroine loses fight.
Sword piercing weakened heart;
summons vulture thirst.
Insane from the blessing;
choking on Your silence;
still, I am kneeling.
in Your favorite pose.
Memories transgressing,
upon Your theme of violence,
Breaking in and stealing,
the thorn becomes the Rose.
Driven mad by guessing,
what's behind the mask,
Questions are disruptive,
to godly imagery.
But,as we move, undressing;
I have learned, at last,
The thorns are more seductive,
than a rose could dream to be.


mysterianne'

" Sword Play"
Mood:  lyrical
Now Playing: "the real war"
Topic: think you know him?
" Sword Play"

This is not rehearsal,
the blood you see is real.
There will be no reversal,
these scars will never heal.
No masquerade is allowed here,
be sure your weapon's sharp.
Your nemesis can smell your fear,
like honey,in the dark.
Interacting with pure blood,
smeared with hallowed stain.
Gore he can't get enough of,
wet dreams of your pain.
Dancing with the spectral death,
Jezabelike scheme;
You won't feel His claws or breath,
before He hears you scream.
He has been around for aeons,
and He designed the game.
His specialty is crucifixion,
do you know His Name?
I've competed in this mindless zone,
where the trophy case stays filled,
better leave the Origins of chaos alone,
let it balance karma at will.
" Oh", you say, you "thought you knew,
familiar tactics,sure."
Well, I feel sorry then for you...
so did Lucifer....

mysterianne'

"Rest"
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: "spiritual erotica"
Topic: The only voice i hear...
"Rest"

His cherubim agenda rises,
seeking hungered skin.
And how He muses,tantalizes
with the merest whim.
He leads me to a place
where passion's river flows.
Inviting all of me to taste
honeyed milk repose.
Hands become an an artist's brush
painting my desire.
Sensations conjure arctic rush
birthing newborn fire.
Rivaled by the sweetest wine,
his lips become an ocean.
Transporting freedom through my mind,
lost in deeper notion.
I want to pleasure more and more
to taste, to feel, to yield.
To find new ways, richly explore
what only lover's steal..
Opening myself I'm led
escorted by this flame.
For this I know I have been bred,
to hear Him speak my name.
Lightening flashes in his eyes,
takes me with the thunder.
And suddenly,I'm magnetized,
to this spell I'm under.
Can this be more than flesh inspired,
willing heart to break?
My Lord's Arms , my Husband's Fire,
the Dawn to which I wake.


mysterianne'