Augur's Log [DAY 9,857]

I am has spoken into my skull, and into my mind where He wrote my being, and into my heart where He engraved His command, Emmanuel, the Lord of Hosts, who walketh with the Ancient of days upon the Throne of Mercy,  even the Living One who is God, He sayeth, "I the Lord have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; to open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in the darkness out of the prison house. I am the LORD: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images. Behold, the former things are come to pass, and new things do I declare: before they spring forth I tell you of them. Sing unto the LORD a new song, and His praise from the end of the earth, ye that go down to the sea, and all that is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants of the rock sing, let them shout from the top of the mountains. Let them give glory unto the Lord and declare His praise in the islands. The LORD shall go forth as a mighty man of war: He shall prevail against His enemies. I have long time holden my peace; I have been still and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once." He who is perfect and true, speaks these words, and forever remains true to His name. He will come again in victory to claim His people, the new sons of heaven, for whom is prepared a feast of unimaginable wealth and glory for the sake of Adoni, the LORD God who spake with Moses face to face on the Holy Mt. Sinai. Repent, for His coming is more near than when we first believed. Jahovah to the weak and mighty, Love to the peacemakers.
EL

Unified Genetics

The popular idea of human exsistence bores me and is not only just another fable, but less true than that say of popular children novels or well known fantasy plots.  Why is it that the entire of mankind feels a sensation that affirms them to their own opinion, their own "way of thinking" for the real, how could you not know that there is only but one truth, and it is love, and there are but three loves, and they are the spirit of truth.  What purpose do you have now human? Indeed you are familiar with this title, are ye not?  But don't you recall, a certain area?
or a plane with purpose.
That ever escent delight in which one may not only find the silence but the light.

I would ask you, but I have a feeling.
Neither trust nor proof will educate your mind.

Slip away, past it all,
Your life,
This place,
Gain,
Loss. .

And then just remember home,
The fertile crescent of land surrounded by what light may bring.

And often,
We sew in the ground; places
To rise and become people.

And often,
We watch these people,
Plant their places in the earth.

It is tilled by others,
Those without oars and steal bars.
Those who sense the free when they put down the plow.

It's by that selfsame error,
Or righteous ignorance,
That you as the reader losses their ability to become their own.

Because you have allowed the blessing in this passage to eat you,
And seep into your very sub-conscious sight.

I wouldn't ask you to do anything,
Why don't you blame yourself,
After all this place is my dream,
And no one men will dwell.

A'doni

Yahu'shua

A list of per·ti·nent details

I was once 4ft 11.
I'd like to get to heaven.
Even before I knew myself, there were lucky numbers seven.
See me as a boy? See me as a man? See me as an unsure gender just walking these lands.
Seven wives to nag me, seven seas to sail.
Twenty three a number once remembered by a wail.
Shocked and hardly breathing, alive yet out of breathe.
The day coming after this one, won't be as better as the next.
I believe in Jesus, and that he lives in us.
I believe that when he's there I'm sure to fall in love.
Though sometimes it is strange.
Such an epic face.
Dragons call and ogres fall, but my rain erratic stays.
I have no other message, than kiss me, fly away.
I detail my life in lines and women tend to flee the stage.
So however gaudy, I may appear to be.
Know dear reader that you and I are much more than what we seem.
I'm slower than the stupid, yet faster than the weak.
For in my mind I stay most times and smile at the "we."
I know this isn't like me, to be so damn bold.
But if you listen I will tell stories of my life untold.
Alas my sexy cannababe, I know just what you seek.
To undress your flesh and mind and best of all to just be free.
I'll listen with an ear, and come closer with each step.
Though we are just friends to day, who knows what's coming next.
I justify appearance,  with what it is I seek.
Pure of heart, light on foot, higher than a tree.
It's true one day I'll say it, and she'll say it right back.
But on that days words become obsolete monster to the max.
I wish this woman knew me, my mother, what a chick.
But I'd give father and mother away, for one just like me.
Like this.

^)

Goodbye before hello.

If love were such a battlefield,
Privy light and luster's armor.
For spoken words echo minds.
Sullen here and after.
~
Never nor it need be said.
Though I speak them anyway.
"I love you"
Now you know my disease.
Infections eat away.
~
Wishing not for better days.
For since days past I've seen.
Loving shadows flicker forth.
And light bounce in between.
~
As if whatever home is heart.
I understood with her.
And so instead of leaving behind.
Around my neck and heart she stirs.
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Where then to go?
What's love's price?
How many days till I fly?
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Only God can tell  but he tells.
That this is no ordinary life.
~
I wait and sing and sonnets pass.
All with Christ's lamention.
I won't cry unless your eyes
Meet mine in such a tension.
~
You gave me this I gave you that.
Now and forever sealed.
No devil can ever erase this calling.
To live in loves left field.

- (^

Moonlight, a lot of.

We run for the shadows

like the night is prey to be caught.

We drink in star light

as though it will quench loneliness.

But our isolation is sated

with knowledge of the other.

Your eyes are stones reflecting joy from the pools of mine,

both containing a depth of sorrow.

~

And your cry

in the gathering dusk

plays the chords of solitude in my heart.

Your bittersweet sobs

in the moonlight

urge me to dive into your mystery.

~

I will etch the contours of your form

into the eye of my mind

in the hues of every sky:

Aqua, lapis, pewter, crimson, amber, black:

even your daytime hues dusted with stars.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

Underneath it, all.

There's music dancing through my head,
I find something beautiful
in a world I was giving up on.
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Stolen moments
given by the stars to two so deserving of grace
none so needful of it than these shadow twins.
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Energy, spirit, soul recognition
even from a distance:
I felt that bright spark when our hands traded peace.
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The wounded in my dreams,
your place is always in my arms
and indelibly writ that reservation.
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History has no bearing on recognition of souls.
Distance does not dictate the closeness of hearts,
And the pull of rails and whistles only broadens understanding.
~
I will wait
For your sharp moonlit gaze
Each night as I look out my window.
~
It is true that we are under the same moon we frolicked under,
Children baptized by silver light and mischief,
But that moon means more to us than most.
~
Each noise I hear in the night,
I check my window:
Just in case you need my arms at last.

~~~Erin M. 1/23

It's here, It's there. It's everywhere.

I know where i've been, I know what to do, I have been me, but now I'm you. Exist why? I'll let you in on a secret. I never knew what I was untill I grew up to be it. Wish me away? why then say the same. I love it too you know, the fresh lips listed again. Never knew what it meant, those three words. How could I let go, of the pain that doesn't hurt. so worth the risk, so worth the death, so worth the best, unless I see, what I am when I am me. Why stand against me? I duno, why not. For you see between your heart lies me, and I only want one thing. A girl? nah, more than that dude, beyond particles and things you knew, I have to I do. Being alone hurts too little, with you I play the fiddle, fuck it, i'm no devil, i'm Jesus but little. I love him too, the best and the best. All my heart and soul and mind to Christ. Fasho, fasho. I'd like to think that this is how life goes, like this place is all I have, like this page is the only one I get. Like this life never takes or places bets. But shit, since then, i've grown up. I owe no man, my debt is with God, i realize now, why they say i'm odd, because the same word in another place, means the start of a new race, displaced hate recalls what I left then. A perfect life for a f***ing pen. No, I didn't say f*** i said F*** you wouldn't know, your just alone like my phone. HAHAHAH! jk lol I knew i'd rebel from satans spell and ally myself with Jesus and his angelic pack of genious liberation homies. I ....know who you are, and I love you. That was my gift. To love you, yes you reading this, without even knowing you, because we've gone through the same, we've lost and we've gained. We know who we is, and I guess, we are kids. I'll love you after him, my Christ, or rather, simotaniously, crazy? yeah, aint it just. Whatever dude, I tried to tell you no one would believe you, but here I am, rescuing your dumb ass again. Honestly how many times must I tell you, you are alone in this, you must carry your own cross. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. `iii