Saturday, September 13, 2008

Demoniac (revised)

They speak with razors,
aiming to flense,
hungrily seeking fresh meat.
Their words fly into the evening,
flying yet bound
to that wooden porch
of the Kansas camp,
barred from escaping
into the woods.

They twist her voice,
already brackish from
the nicotine of decades,
into a feral growl.
A violent animal
in a corner;
an animal
in a cage of Blood.

The Calvary advances,
warriors armed to the teeth,
shields burning golden in the perverse darkness,
rendering the creatures' blades useless;
their breastplates shining as the dawn,
breaking through the despairing cold;
wielding swords to demolish fortresses.
The army moves to war.

The watchmen utter;
the darkness convulses in the night.
The warriors advance,
the horn is sounded,
and the battle begins,
for the Bride has gone to war.

Logos(revised)

object:book
cover:hardback
page count: 2248 with appendices
page 3: Voice shatters silence,
the formless congeals,
hardens, transforms.
light and dark
are oil and water in the sky,
each to its place.
The seas pulls away from land
as sheets pull from the bed.
Life begins with a simple Word,
and it is good.
page 432: His enemies are trampled
underfoot.
the belly of the earth is ripped asunder;
He rends the fortresses
as tissue paper.
the blood of thousands
waters the earth;
poured out by a donkey's jawbone.
page 1713: the Word was with Him before,
the Word was with Him
and the Word became flesh.
He mended the bleeding,
opened up sight to those without,
restored the withered limbs,
was destroyed by man,
so the Word could
destroy the grave,
rebuild the Temple,
undo His enemy.
page 2059: the Word returns in power;
the Sword of His Tongue
flensing and tearing
the dragon to nothingness.
His robes made scarlet
by its blood
and all proclaim
"Worthy is the Lamb who was slain!"
object: Savior
name:Logos, the Word made flesh.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Random Muse #2

Waiting is not my favorite thing to do. most people who know me know this. But lately im finding that waiting is all that i can do. I mean, I know that i cannot function without the Spirit, and i try not to walk outside of His promptings, but He likes giving me things that i can't do ANYTHING with on my own. It's like, "Here zach, feel this. I'm not going to tell you why right now, but there is a reason." and i'm like "uh...okay" its not like i can truly say no. But what to do when you're discerning things for the first time; what to do when you're feeling something with almost complete understanding of everything about it ASIDE from what to do with it? The only thing left to do is wait, and ask God what He's doing. I don't know why found it surprising that the main reason i had no idea what was going on was because i never asked Him. I feel like i relearn old lessons again, cause something small just slips out in the midst of the chaos and the Lord wants to remind me. Sometimes it feels like the only way i'll get to understand these things is if i run and jump out there and make mistakes, which i would rather not have to make (once again, those of you who know me know this). but there's also a strange peace that comes with waiting on Him. a peace that's like "I know what You've shown me, and went where You sent me, and did what You told me to do. I got nothing else." It's liberating when the standard is lowered from being superman to being someone who simply does what is commanded of him. am i making sense here? i know I'm kinda rambling, but this is a blog, so deal with it.