Poems from Creator
The devil starts now,
Set loose, bound by its vow,
Heaven will come down, like aliens bow,
We in the low, to safety, they will tow,
Or...
I
Her eyes speak thousands of waters,
From ancient drops of the celestial soul,
Down paths of willing sweetness,
Oh, what luxurious beauty...
Paths strides in curves
Time tours in curls
God birthed Paths and Time
God is infinitely feminine.
Darkness knocks the door
Weeping dust sing from the floor
Windows clash with scents of blood
Seers fear the time than Fear feared the...
I remember how heaven was
With no worry or war
I took heaven by its word
With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.
I took my Lord...