Continuing the theme of Lucifer as the great liberator of humanity, the falsely accused and rejected father...why have we rejected our dearly bought liberty in favour of the storm god...the god that denied us knowledge of good and evil?
Liked this short one it says a lot. Mourning is not pleasant but our loved ones are set free at last and go into God's eternal presence. Thanks **********
Reviewed by carol weyler (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2008
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."
Balance and Liberation - two forces we need in our lives - setting the Dark free is allowing the Light in. This piece carries a Gothic torch, Keith...be well always...Blessed Be.
I find YOU and YOur writing and your Bio page Unique!
Had to start TRACking/Following your heart and Soul
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay POsitive!
The painting is amazing! By your wife huh, Truly remarkable Keith!
Not sure why someone said this is too long for a Haiku. Perfect syllable count, but you know that. Very intriguing poem. I find it quite interesting that if I pause after "Dark" the meaning of the poem is somewhat reversed. Perhaps just my take on things - I am a bit odd. Thought provoking! Love the painting, too...you and your wife are skilled at widening one's perceptions! -Sheila
My friend, there is no shortage of love from you though is there, unrequited love indeed, for most fear darkness unlike you, don't they? A true shame, for the liberated to enslave themselves, may you have the best sunglasses ever Keith, this piece is an atomic bundle, it contains the potential of a major explosion if understood. Thanks Keith it is a pleasure to know your brilliance! Jasmin Horst
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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'
Rejection. Fear. Intelligence is feared, while passivity advised or imposed, makes it easier to control... human matter.
Wonderful painting - great shapes and volumes, hieratic and human at the same time.
Axilea
Warmly,
Sage
Had to start TRACking/Following your heart and Soul
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay POsitive!
The painting is amazing! By your wife huh, Truly remarkable Keith!
Not sure why someone said this is too long for a Haiku. Perfect syllable count, but you know that. Very intriguing poem. I find it quite interesting that if I pause after "Dark" the meaning of the poem is somewhat reversed. Perhaps just my take on things - I am a bit odd. Thought provoking! Love the painting, too...you and your wife are skilled at widening one's perceptions! -Sheila
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be safe,
Karen