The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #14: Strongholds

I've seen who I am in the eyes of the King before;
a being of light in the form of a lion who shines 
with rays of righteousness, meant to open the eyes 
of the blind with the love of truth & compassion, so 
that peace beyond understanding for all is found, at last. 
but because of fear, i have ran from that image &
hid as my father Adam in the Garden, ashamed of self &
choices made which separated me from the One
who called my being into existence; and I have
suffered because of this, and wallowed in self pity,
allowing strongholds to enslave me, like circus elephants,
trained not to move, even when their chains are
taken off, and nothing is holding them from change
except the doubts that have grown on their minds
like the tusks of ivory from their mouths which are
more powerful than any shackle foolish enough
to try to prevent their progress from manifesting;
but there is a new day dawning within; as the Son
is on the rise of my horizon and my eyes are once
again enlightened to see the being of light, in the form
of a lion, who shines rays of righteousness, meant to open
eyes of those who are blind with the love of truth & compassion,
so that peace beyond understanding, for myself, is found, at last.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #13: Transcendence

transcendence is like
an intense moment 
of oneness shared
between two souls
united in purity 
exchanging an 
energy that creates
a living entity which
reflects the chemistry
that exists in the
midst of their bond. 

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #11: For the Thrill of It

the ease of stringless sexual escapades 
is often tied up with vicious cycles of
regret and syndicated episodes of
one night stands with random fuckers
who love to feel the pain of single life
on ice edged cliffs and the thrill of
diving headfirst into the mire of lust.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #10: Thrown to the Wolves

under the pale darkness of deception
lurks a shadow in the crevice of hearts,
preying on the unsuspecting desires
of a body seeking to love another
with unrestrained trust and devotion;
this animal raging in motion to devour
the very pleasure than pain envies
because of the absolute horror that
results from being immersed in lies,
so that thighs are spread like eagle
wings to soar in realms that know
no bounds, only to come crashing
down to earth like fallen stars
in the realization that some scars
will never heal, especially when one
continues to throw themselves to the wolves.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #9: Exposing Asmodeus

I must confess
There was a time
When death gave
Me breath and I
Was oppressed
By Asmodeus,
But now my test
Is to undress the
Demon and
Finally lay the
Spirit of lust
To rest. Yes!

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #8: Out of Context

Sex out of context
Is just flesh that
Disconnects with
Respect to enjoy
The effects of a
Complex process
Meant to accomplish
The elevation of
Consciousness
To the next level.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #7: Cult Prostitute

once upon a time
I was a male cult 
prostitute, prostrating
myself at the opening
of Ba'al Peor; offering
the fruit of my loins
at the altar of lust
which set my flesh
aflame with carnal
passions uncontrolled &
untold paramours who
indulged in the forbidden
dance with me on uncovered
sheets that tied our unprotected
souls together and stained
our under intoxicant influenced
bodies with the sweat of sacrifice
meant only for the True &
Living One to be adored.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #6: Broken Vessel Back to Beth'El

Thirsty for more,
"Hurt me you whore,"
Cursed, see before
Becoming whole I 
Must know that I 
In fact have been a
Broken vessel; Hungry
For flesh, bluntly
Possessed, stumbling
Towards death, blind
To the principalities against
Which I have wrestled; curled
Up in shame, the world's
Up in flames, as a herald
I proclaim the only name
With power to break the
Bonds of the devil; Now
Drinking from the vine,
And thinking with renewed
Mind, relinking with the
Divine source of all life
Who will bring me back
To Beth'El.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #5: Hurt

I have hurt
And been
Hurt but
Sometime
The cycle
Must come
To an abrupt
End.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #4: Vampiric Emotions

Vampiric emotions
Drain life from
Aural emissions
Leaving corpses
Rotting in the situation
That exposed their
Soul to the darkness,
Eventually eclipsing
The blood that was
Shed for atonement
Until all that remains
Is a never ending
Nightmare realized.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #2: Power of the P

Antithetically

Speaking, the

Lure of labial

Luxury is what

Throws my thesis

Into disarray &

Prevents any

Logical synthesis

From coming into

Clear view; oh how

The power of the p

Can reshape the

Thoughts that lie

Behind the brow.

The Exorcism of Lust Chronicles #1: Control, Peace & Order

Sometimes

I just want to

Lose control

But mostly

I prefer to

Be at peace &

In order.

Inside Journey

Drunken & staggering,

Off balance & vulnerable-

Wandering aimless

Into an empty abyss-

The world runs toward

Its comfortable demise; 

All eyes on the television,

All ears on the cell,

Infidels preach god

Is dead while blindly

Living in this bloody hell;

Forsaken & abandoned,

Broken & possessed,

Preoccupied pursuing

The grave because of this 

Cursed depraved flesh; 

Hungering & thirsting,

Lonely & afraid, cold from

Hiding in the darkness

But unwilling to enter

The Son's shade;

Bold & brazen

Fearless with pride;

Searching for answers

Whose questions are

Unknown because 

Refusal to journey inside.

Micropoem #16

Principle

over

pleasure

subliminal

culture's

clever

criminal

soldiers

sever

original

orders

wherever

biblical

exposure's

weathered

Micropoem #15

it's amazing how
how so few
are aware of how
entertainment
is so consuming
and intentionally
diverts one's
attention from
more serious
matters while
programming
their occupied
mind to not think

Micropoem #14

Life is lessons,
A series of
Curses and
Blessings 
Wrapped in
Questions
To open one's
Eyes to the
Essence of
The All
Knowing
State of
Perfection.

Dead End Road

Sleepless nights
Restless days
Thoughtful plights
Thoughtless ways
Lustful pleasures
Loveless passions
Empty treasures
Worthless actions
Hardened heart
Seared conscience
Harlot arts
Queer contents
Wandering mind
Lost soul
Vision blind
Dead end road

Possessed

There are demons in flesh
Who love the decaying mind
And preys for moments to
Seize the soul in darkness.

I have been in the darkness
And felt the cold heart of
Lust pulsate through my being
As if flesh was all that mattered.

But the taste of death is horrid
And there is nothing more alive
Than love when embraced and
Given away as if it lasts forever.

So when those demons return
And look for a temple to possess
There will be no vacancy for their
Cruelty because love has taken over.