I am a clone
of an idea
The personification
of word made flesh
I am the Christ
and the Antichrist
The anthropomorphic
Anti-existence
For I AM ever was
The righteous
The damned
The punished
The self-proclaimed
I am the shot fired
and the bullet taken
I am the death
That birthed a miracle
I am and am not
Doubt
I did and did not
Doubt
I will and will not
Doubt
Beggars and Bargaining by Harmz4Heaven, literature
Literature
Beggars and Bargaining
The feeling mutates beneath the surface
Its fingers strike at chords
It makes an awful voice to listen to
Tight enough to tear apart
It pours through every pore and eyelid
Forked on either side
You cannot help the heart you left it
Taken to the afterlight
You were taken to the afterlife
Burnt with an affable affliction
Catching halos by the throat
You'll have to see her to believe it
She's the poison for the antidote
Hard to kill and hard to leave
An addiction left to sort
Your arrival is a cancer cancelled
A friend unto the court
Place the parcel wrapped in sinews
At the footsteps where he wept
You can climb the ladder if
Blitzkrieg on an Asian Blight by Harmz4Heaven, literature
Literature
Blitzkrieg on an Asian Blight
Plastic resistance bends to their will
Cartwheels and traffic lights
Suffused with cinders and
Tinderbox lies
Children cry with laughter
As matches strike the mantle
Burning the retina
As I light up these eyes
Reading cursed words
From pages twice cremated
One passage for the furnace left
A passenger for flies
Dewinged demons depart
Sanitized satin sinkholes
Dashing sinners to their subterfuge
As the ladybug dies
Typhlotic and rent in twine
The lovers alone shall dine
In the din devoid of devils
A cradle of sighs
My task is a flooded basement
To clear away memories
Polluted with wear
I can't bear the weather
A threshold of rotted wood
I'm splintered
Consumed with diversions
My attention divided like streams
But the ocean found me
Asleep in the waves
Not minding the rain
The sky wept its suffering
Into my dreams
Flooding my reality
My task is a temple
Collapsed in disrepair
Unsanctioned and condemned
And I the occupant
Stoned beneath the wreckage
An altar no longer
I fill these puncture wounds
With sand
With poured cement
To level and build again
But the ground pushes against me
Towards the weeping sky
Reflecting its sorrow
Sic the tigers on the stands
Devour the man
His blood spilt upon the sands
Applause like thunder
Cracks the sky asunder
Split by the hunger
Of crowds demanding more
Sick with fascination
Can't tear the eyes away
The heart pulses frayed
A violent aberration
Push the man towards the gallows
Slip the halo 'round
Excuses for justice hallowed
Breath lost in fight for ground
The crowds jeer
Infliction of reverent fear
For lesser gods who choose
Life or death for fellow man
Setting the demon loose
To feed the soul an ill device
The fated strife began
When God demanded sacrifice
Wearily, in age befitting the old
Cold crone's withering heart of stone
She drew her breath in faltered takes
Encased in hatred, defiled of bone
Her karmic debt wept through
Congestion pored insufferable
Seized in the silence
By hands wrought demanding
Justice cast upon the damned
Her coffin of crests
Speaking softly of deaths
An empty catacomb of flesh
Belated in darkened aftertones
Mocking her in a cacophany
Of nightmarish dreams
A home for uninvited guests
At last she cast an altared gaze
Upon a rustic symbol once for praise
Fallen sideways on her door
Like faith twisted in tyranny
A mangled corpse upon the floor
Eden is aflame
An empire set against the Sun
Paradise has become a prison
Weaponry its walls
Emptiness settles in the sky
As people sit comfortably
Fattened by the wealth of industry
Minds numbed by electric waves
The Seeker mourns compassion
A refuge tainted fugue
The Sinners are sent to cinders
As black clouds cough pandemic
They inhale the remnants
Panting, the air stales a mate
Time slowing, the eyes cracked wide
They had few words when the well ran dry
Speechless and caught awry
Like a Virgin slumbering in the dark
The bridegroom cometh
With a fate to charm the Devil
Gehenna sheds her blistered skin
Unscathed by Arso
"The Kingdom of Heaven is within you," Jesus said.
Though inside you're lost and feeling dead.
So, is this true identity?
Think you are you and I am me?
The equivalence of a mustard seed.
Perhaps one day you will see
That I am you and you are me
A cultivated paradox
The truth within you that unlocks
The door in your wall of fettered pain.
There's strength within you to attain
The perfection that still remains
Slightly out of reach.
Until that time, may hearts embracing set you free
From sinking sand and drowning sea.
God's love abiding is the string
Connecting me to you and you to me.
The equivalence of a mustard seed.
Rhythmic calligraphy
Tell me what it means
Can't think for myself
Please just think for me
False injected memories
Who I've created to be
Illusory past and future
Please just think for me
Conscious since infancy
Sentient I see me
See nothing and am set free
Please just think for me
A bad taste fell into my throat
and caused a barren land to form
No water from this wasteland
Nothing to quench this seething stench
The distractions are much too costly
and my fabric line is wearing thin
Threadbare at the seams again
I pulled the stem from the apple
and fed the wire through
A needle for every eye
but you must believe the truth
It isn't writ in holy script
'cause the word was made flesh
Might wanna take a second glance
before trying to ingest
My past pushes me foward and my future lingers
distant as my feet continue to move
The sun beats me down like metal passing through fire
Beaten until refined
It took forty days across the desert to find it
but it only blew away with the breeze
Will someone help me find the answer again?
Some standards reach like walls I can't climb over
and the shade is like my former self
The part that tried to die
What do I do when I don't feel alive?
when what you see is what you get
Sometimes a mask without a face behind it
or a soul lacking depth
Still I must cross the sands of time in search
as subtle tourniquets beckon and tempt
Turning
I have the lips of one who has been kissed
By love plunged into an abiding bliss
I have seen through amber dreams a trace
Running along the skin of my innocence
I wait to feel the cool of your eyes upon me
Those adamantine pools of water surrounding
The black moon mirrors to your soul
I find my reflection there in your embrace
Two pieces not forced to fit but made
Like a lucid premonition of placid surrender
Our heartbeats synchronized in rapture unending
I rest in the night of your gaze
My task is a flooded basement
To clear away memories
Polluted with wear
I can't bear the weather
A threshold of rotted wood
I'm splintered
Consumed with diversions
My attention divided like streams
But the ocean found me
Asleep in the waves
Not minding the rain
The sky wept its suffering
Into my dreams
Flooding my reality
My task is a temple
Collapsed in disrepair
Unsanctioned and condemned
And I the occupant
Stoned beneath the wreckage
An altar no longer
I fill these puncture wounds
With sand
With poured cement
To level and build again
But the ground pushes against me
Towards the weeping sky
Reflecting its sorrow
Eden is aflame
An empire set against the Sun
Paradise has become a prison
Weaponry its walls
Emptiness settles in the sky
As people sit comfortably
Fattened by the wealth of industry
Minds numbed by electric waves
The Seeker mourns compassion
A refuge tainted fugue
The Sinners are sent to cinders
As black clouds cough pandemic
They inhale the remnants
Panting, the air stales a mate
Time slowing, the eyes cracked wide
They had few words when the well ran dry
Speechless and caught awry
Like a Virgin slumbering in the dark
The bridegroom cometh
With a fate to charm the Devil
Gehenna sheds her blistered skin
Unscathed by Arso
Sic the tigers on the stands
Devour the man
His blood spilt upon the sands
Applause like thunder
Cracks the sky asunder
Split by the hunger
Of crowds demanding more
Sick with fascination
Can't tear the eyes away
The heart pulses frayed
A violent aberration
Push the man towards the gallows
Slip the halo 'round
Excuses for justice hallowed
Breath lost in fight for ground
The crowds jeer
Infliction of reverent fear
For lesser gods who choose
Life or death for fellow man
Setting the demon loose
To feed the soul an ill device
The fated strife began
When God demanded sacrifice
"The Kingdom of Heaven is within you," Jesus said.
Though inside you're lost and feeling dead.
So, is this true identity?
Think you are you and I am me?
The equivalence of a mustard seed.
Perhaps one day you will see
That I am you and you are me
A cultivated paradox
The truth within you that unlocks
The door in your wall of fettered pain.
There's strength within you to attain
The perfection that still remains
Slightly out of reach.
Until that time, may hearts embracing set you free
From sinking sand and drowning sea.
God's love abiding is the string
Connecting me to you and you to me.
The equivalence of a mustard seed.
A bad taste fell into my throat
and caused a barren land to form
No water from this wasteland
Nothing to quench this seething stench
The distractions are much too costly
and my fabric line is wearing thin
Threadbare at the seams again
I pulled the stem from the apple
and fed the wire through
A needle for every eye
but you must believe the truth
It isn't writ in holy script
'cause the word was made flesh
Might wanna take a second glance
before trying to ingest
Love for a Despairing Species by Harmz4Heaven, literature
Literature
Love for a Despairing Species
Is it righteous indignation
To want to free a mind
From the dogma of religion
To want peace for mankind
How is it that we've been bred
To not ask questions but believe
All that men have said
The world needs a reprieve
From the toxins they spill
And the lies that they fill
Our minds with each day
Just kneel down and pray
For a better tomorrow
That will never come
Until fists are raised in
Righteous indignation
i know of nothing to do but to come to you..
head down. submitted.
relinquishing all that i think i know. my pride and ego
defaced. i feel far away from you. my strivings have me
no closer but in fact have hindered my own
progression. i've lost all sense of direction. all i see
is darkness. an abyss.
where are you? i used to know. i used to feel you
and know. i need your love. my heart
is shredded, torn. you make sense of who i am.
chills run up and down my spine as the words wash
over me. telling me that i am yours. i was never further
than where i placed myself. i need to breathe you in.
life into life. perhaps i am t
Are there any words left unsaid
that have not been uttered by man in his
infinite knowledge en route
to becoming like God, the sacred One.
If I am that I am,
then what am I exactly
to be so capable yet so conflicted
with the onslought of complexity.
Is man the myth?
Love is like an incense that saturates
the soul and lifts the heart
to make all One.
Children have need to worry when playgrounds
turn into prison camps
and internment sights for men at arms
who harbor malice and ill intent.
When I looked him in the eye
With mascara make up of many a lie
Glancing
Lightly
My timeline slid by
Have you looked the nothing in the face?
And seen his salt all colored and strewn
All over the place?
They say he's a painter but I've not met him
Just the corner of his eye, whenever I'm let in
Its a pretending world but really its not
Glamored with glitz for a crowd nonexistant
Stammered it sits in an empty lot
Theres a vacuum of chaos in the sky ever since
Stole all the parts that made this make sense
When the puppet man comes in waves that tick
He tells me his strings are ten books thick with
Dead crests crashing on the highway at night
The swish and switch that bewitched our sight
Alligator swirls of multicolored worlds
Seeping under the edges
And coming around the corners
Razored teeth beckon from chaos to order
This blasphemy in colored tones
With musical notes and memory bones
Broken across a shattered stage
Relapsing into a negligent phase
How many times have you heard this plot
Seal your lips and sew your tongue
Then mutter prayers with blackened lungs
Strewn across a magnetic field
The power of which even stars woul
Your words are empty, meaningless
Raping me
This poetic weaponry
Your self-righteousness causing me to stress
That anyone
Anyone
Can manipulate words to form
A picture in the mind,
It makes my heart cry
To think that art is biased in choosing its maker
Whether influenced or sober,
What money could buy?!
As if a muse could be purchased or bribed
My eyes bleed,
The destruction you are reaping
The evidence manifesting the wrecking ball
Your words full with stillborn,
A thievery of sleeping
Lacking dreams,
What a glaring disappointment
So many words..
But you're not saying anything