i

i'm small.
May have grown tall,
to Him am still small.
So i write I as i,
for my presence in the world,
Is as the absence of dark in the light.

It's never a grammatical error,
Just acknowledging am prone to err.
Insignificant in the universe,
Yet notable when i write a verse.

i'm never gascon about my gift,
If i were my message would shift,
From intention to detention,
By critics from the artistic nation.

i exist for one reason,
To praise He who sent His Begotten Son.
The only one who is Who He Is.
The ultimate start, superior most Genesis.

By i. . moses. Aka c.e

...ISM's of LIFE

Science explains prisms. History spreads Darwinism.
Religion defines schism. Believers seek baptism.
World practices racism. Human rights' activism.

Leaders structure tribalism. Rebels begin anarchism.
Extremists attempt revolutionism. Conceptualists hinder altruism.
Patriots uphold communism. Nepotists trickle capitalism.

Atheists propagate terrorism. Victims sight cultism.
Spread of apocalyptism. Confirmation of satanism.

Rescind from materialism. Seek Holy spiritualism.

By M.O.O aka the pinnacle of poet-ism

VANISHING POINT

We know nothing...
We only strive to comprehend the vast dense universe,out of curiosity of what lives past that.
Trust me man shall never explore beyond what was before him,
Not until he acknowledges that the spiritual exceeds the physical.
Not before he seeks the knowledge of the Creator of time.
Never shall man see what he must not see before detaching from his body.
Not unless he while alive is chosen to visit heaven only to return to spread the Gospel.

The mysteries of the supernatural are eternally existent.
It's a Holistic Spirit that rises above earth,spreads across our galaxy,permeates the unreachable ones,omegaly pours out into the unknown edge of the universe.

That's the transcended vanishing point that we can't conceive.

By M.O.O the decimal of appearance

TIME

The inventor Himself is timeless.
Alpha and Omega they call him.

I'm that second within a minute.
In sixty words i hope to travel through your dreams.

By the minute as the beat ticks i resolve to make that longer,in sixty subtle ways.
Wishful thoughts of hours,as harped music plays.

I project into the future and see what HE already knows.
Meet the divinely chosen leaders in garments white as snow.

Catapult into the future beyond the first,to view a changed world.
Live amongst nations and men who are true to their words.

Peak into that distant Holy City that lurks in a dimension untouched by dayor night.
My wrists then submit to cuffs hallowed by the purity of light.

The past would matter no more to me.
Let the sickening present be.

Interfere not with the Omnipresent Clock.

By M.O.O aka the chronometer of hope