The real King of Kings

King of Kings

Down through the passage of time and now to the end of this epoch What has become of man without compassion
These blessings given yet not received in faith Many seek in earnest their own glory by any fashion and taste
Humbled and brought down men find no wisdom in loss Why succumb to anger and let vanity make you a waste
Therefore the wind blows and you know not its course
This world you adore is not a kind host
Too say there is a better way is right Anointed was he that came for the highest post
Lifted off our shoulders the iniquity of our plight
His language was like no other, dividing the darkness from the light
A sacrifice most don’t believe Thus will be the greatest torment

Have you ever walked in sandals comforted by a warm summer’s wind as finch’s serenade
While you cross the neck of the trickling stream, an Oak tree reaches out like a faithful friend
The fruit you carry to your companion, awaits a pie too be made
Happily this couple continues on to the wooden house around the bend
The long journey to the father’s house of the groom comes to an end
The bride who waited through much suffering now at last is about to be married
The groom who broke his back while buying the ring was never buried
The father says, after your thousand-year honeymoon the wooden house is yours
This land will care for you and love will grow
Into your cup he pours A unity between peoples sharing smiles of affection is what we know
This spirit will be common a joy is known
Stir your heart as you listen to hope that is true
I promise you will see love forever not fading to blue

As we wonder with great awe the travail of the world
Do we not see flowers in the desert, That some day bloom in the spring
Yet the dragon desires them to be weeds of his Vale
Even if bows are broken the enemy will resort to a sling
That is desperation when one knows defeat is near
You say what is the prize of this unseen struggle
There are many souls on the fence and only two pastures are here
Misled multitudes step down into falsity were fools find no footing in the mire
Believe the divinity acting with care and a peaceful meadow you will acquire
Would you curse the savior that lifts you out of drowning waters
Do you choose to reward the old serpent that shuts you in a burning house
The battle is today and the twinkling of the eye tomorrow
Whose coat will you borrow

Holyghost aka stellar

What?

a reply to: AdmireTheDistance

What salad?

Too means "also".

2nd

a reply to: fema1

So, who is the real King of Kings? I read your scribblings and am still none the wiser...


...is it me?

The most interesting point of the battle; is when one realizes there never was one.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

I agree. Battles are usually lead by mad men with too much money, and not enough toys.

a reply to: Neith

Seems you are still fighting

How is that working out? I'm asking for you personally... because; I can honestly say for all of those you have made an enemy called: mad men with too much money and not enough toys? Very good.

Cease such as your focus and all of them are immediately vanquished.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Aww you didn't understand then what i meant. What i meant was War is Bad, very very bad!

a reply to: Neith

Oh I did; it was over until your attachment to it has brought it up not once but twice already. I hope you are not going for a 3rd war after this...

Yes I am going with the out of sight out of mind; neither here nor there as my focus; so that may perhaps bring you into focus. The less people focused on war as an existent reality the less fuel to feed such fires to occur... so ceasing the mind carrying the wood for such? Is a good idea to help cease it as a silent protest to it. The more tongues beat those drums to others; the more join in the same chorus.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

But, I'm the Egyptian Goddess of Chaos War and Mayhem it's my job!

a reply to: Neith

Congratulations the embodiment of such is likely not an easy endeavor... of course expectations to do such a thing; could be left with those expecting, assuming you will do as all those expecting it from you is more of a position of slavery than rule however.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Well, i may need a prayer or two, KaliYuga is coming and well.. lets just say it's going to get ugly. Rules Change, remember that!

a reply to: Neith

Coming... where have you been? It started in 1999; as a goddess of chaos, war, and mayhem it seems like you would have gotten the memo.

Of course it is like the death card of the tarot something very benefical that needs and has to occur. The goddess was worshipped well before the male centric god is a man and there is only one of them business... that time is up and well over due to be; the rise of the "man cave" was a good signal to the resistance that was coming.

Of course; the female side has been tried(a very remote village still practices that btw where the male and female roles wholly reversed and have been for ages) the male side well women are kinda tired of seeing their children being taught stupidity and to go off and die because all children can get along but the my god can beat up yours has reached maximum impotence especially when it is the same damned one they are all fighting about being better.

Better the yab/yum devine union of energies than all of this split brained conceptual schizophrenia taken as normal or even reality for that matter.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Mandela Effect perhaps?

Chill, Patience is a Virtue.

People think Time runs them. I run between the lines, time effects me little as it does you Hu Mans.

originally posted by: djz3ro
a reply to: fema1

So, who is the real King of Kings?

JR Bob Dobbs

a reply to: Neith

I didnt know I was excited... I simply state matter of fact observations; sometimes inject some humor into it as it all is just one huge conceptual absurdity that people have agreed to as reality.

I could have said goddess? Maybe you need a pill(cemical straight jacket) to not be plagued by such duties.

Of course that would have been rude and mean of me; none of this conceptual nonsense is actual reality just ideas we have made up in make believe and subject each other too them... such a reality is not only stupid but painful.

So if you want to be a goddess and that eases your pain? So be it; doesn't bother me one bit... neither does anything else to be perfectly honest except people subjecting others to their conceptual nonsense without their consent for reasons of control for some contrived idea of "authority" to do so. Not harming oneself or others? What excuse would they have to feel they have some sort of right to do such to another? Madness, taking make believe too seriously... thats it.

Anyhoo

originally posted by: Neith
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Aww you didn't understand then what i meant. What i meant was War is Bad, very very bad!

War



Here I am treason

Our ego and avarice the reason

Gold, God, Woman or land

Drought so no food this season



Oh cultivated laced beauty

Betray our rapture and tranquility

She assails her doctrine and flees to her homeland

This maiden the queen of treachery



It’s all about wielding power

To influence people like watering a flower

Hopefully for freewill

Maybe a ruse to enslave from an ivory tower



Idol of affection

Monstrous and vile in contention

Golden power an altar of oozing blood

Valued greater than God such illusion



Here I am treason

Our ego and avarice the reason

Gold, God, Woman or land

Drought so no food this season



Poor man fight my war

I promise respect and lore

Go off and kill nationalism

Please the screams can be your horror



It’s all about wielding power

To influence people like watering a flower

Hopefully for freewill

Maybe a ruse to enslave from an ivory tower



Cardinal sin with lust

Pontiff covet that wealth in a gust

A Pope wages war and remembers to kill the meek

Bishop provokes death and makes it just



Here I am treason

Our ego and avarice the reason

Gold, God, Woman or land

Drought so no food this season



Agony and terror the limbs flung spurting

A torture victim groans from another slice and is hurting

Many bodies mutilated and dead for a few feet of terrain

Men grappling gouging each other’s eyes that are stinging