THEY ARE

I'm not there yet,the welkin hasn't shone an aureole above me yet.
I do not fret,since they already are,who they were born to be.
I'm holding back my voice,as their echo bursts through the valley of silence.

Now a dance of truth.

Pictures of young innocent new born,
On net-sites remind me of the wrathful horns.
Has one,signifying deformity,that toucheth the hearts' of steel minds,been blown?
Tears surround joy,i so curse the existence of artificial clowns.
Sadly twirl,drown in sympathy and pain when i impersonate these young souls.
The price of change in age and people,my spirit cries foul.Spasms of fear in the unknown grips me.

For the elite,born in perfection and meta-morph in wealth.
To later rule the disabled dwelling in arcane ill health.

I plead,stop the bleeding join the poor in prayer,call unto God to save us.
Those that are and shall be.

By M.O.O. aka C.E

My genesis and revelation.

ALL THAT’S BEHIND ME IS POETRY,

AHEAD OF ME A LONG STORY,

TO MY RIGHT A LOVELY COMEDY,   

TO THE LEFT A HORRIFIC TRAGEDY.

ABOVE ME THE GREATEST AUTHOR.

BELOW ME THE WORST EDITOR.

By Moses evol.

REVELATIONS

Unto me, world, revealed

Say then, everything is re-lived

Much unearthed, the natural

Plenty hidden, the artificial

Both, when time looses

Simultaneously are the verses

Child out of unknown curiosity

Moves a rock, from point of gravity

Daunting task it seems or sounds

To it docile is the ground

Just to consider somewhat forgotten

Creation, soiled away from men

Swipe off the dust

Out that ancient chest

Unlock turnover papery archives

Learn, gone days of our lives

Words or joined letters?

Secrets they tell us

Uncover, what we all know

Tell me about, unattended shows

What happened to them?

Did they reach hell or heaven?

To us, that seal, divinely concealed

Events that shall be revealed                                                                                                                     

BY M.O.O`

IN TROUBLE

Speaking sometimes treason

Seeing unauthorized plans

Walking without reason

Touching prohibited palms

Hearing illegal speeches

Tasting forbidden dishes

All that would, project trouble

And destroy all this

When I trespass

Verbally offend

Who do I turn to?

When I lust

Destroy his creation

Must I seek his remake?

Troubles calling, coming, to avoid

Humbly turn to Him

BY M.O.O

VIOLENT WORLD

They hit and mocked him,

Sinner’s faces were grim.

This is today’s world,

Modern, in the end a word,

Death,

Earth,

Seemingly reborn to violence,

His death was a second chance.

Redemption,

Fear,

Kidnappings, day- light.

Robberies, dark's might.

Armory attacks at dusk.

Strikes destruction, laborers’ task

The space I live in,

Soon we will be leaving.

For I can’t take the viol-net.

Sounds that pluck peace and dent

My future anymore.

Out and far, gone, to explore.

By M.O.O

FORGIVE US

The world is at peak-sin,plastic to skin.
Morality has been skinned,left bare by immoral music and gin.
The good exist in flints,doing the positive after artificial suffer-some sprints.

The last hope of leadership has been dissolved,then drained by cultist groves.
That openly hide reality,by selling souls periodically.

Watch how they wage war,the unrest,as they laugh by the bar.
They go as far as by the false altar turning water to tar.
Make us drink filth, and preach of an unseen rebirth.

Man impersonates evil and advocates injustice to the maximum,
symbols of love and good watch and act dumb.

Forgive them both,the doers of the prince of the world's word.
Have mercy upon the listeners to the voice of He who wields the double edged sword.

By M.O.O aka the seeker of redemption.