"When
God Wants to Make a Man Powerful, He Breaks Him First"
Gilbert
Murray
God
Will Isolate a Man to Refine His Calling
I
Anxiety
and despair, nobody dares, when scared;
I
run my essays and poetry to eat my heart out.
On
the entertainted fairs of societies scarred
We-don't-cares.
Authorities groom glared
like
the eye of Sauron, at the ivory tower pout.
You
there where, in the crying, in the wind, shout;
the
rain and the dirt, I was not alone, broken the snares.
II
Stripped
away, when the crowd moves on, flashy moves
pun,
but the salt was weary. When the candle underbushels;
ambers
run cold, no more divine spark, broken the grooves.
The
new wine, eating the old skins, wizards snail, eat shrooms;
who
in the desert shall voice the floating axe, woot shells;
wool
the Schnell-Tinkerbells, for true fairies dark spells.
You
accepted me, My Lord, like the victor standing on His spoils!
III
Shaped
by divine intention, the Holy Fool, discovered like Timothy;
when
the scholars looked foreskins, to askew David. Paul delivered,
what
the chosen left to slither. Stop shrinking, apologizing mouthy;
walk
alone, leave the dead to bury the damned and blind shouting.
Your
validation beyond the noise and nice masks, unclever;
Silence
your win, when others lost in their success-fever.
Clarity,
what comes from walking with Christ to Gil Murray.
IV
Forget,
what you know and believe, with Touka
Kirishima,
eat the forbidden fruit and live!
You,
Kaneki kun, who lament past oaths far –
learn
to abandon Twisted Fates, the Worlds scars.
Serve
your Cross and follow to Golgatha, even hives
can't
Bethesda your sacred pond, to confine thy strive!
Smelt
gold, refine iron to Mithril, between Venus and Mars.
V
Depth
in the charge, when performance must go on;
name
yourself in the nothing, void of all expression.
The
essence of tithes, what none shall pave the scum;
Caved
in the crowd of Ravens, where Eliyah broke gone.
As
the silent steps of the shadow of the Lord pressed on –
a
Man begrins to seethe Superman, to loathe honeycombs;
wormwood-vinegar
the chosen food, bullshit seasoning fun!
VI
Speaks
in peace, resonates in Divine Torrent, the Isolate;
who
is not on map, but compassed the road to Heaven.
The
Gate of No Gate, Rashomon, warped staff, plate –
like
the vision of Japha, for those who to Words berate.
Didn't
see Justice, but Mercy, to push in like Omotenashi;
the
Kyabakura, who seek you for Christ – Rachid!
Choose:
Red or White Rose, to make your fate.
VII
Dark
is the teacher, the unknown is the furnace; pray
for
release, to bondage in the Holy Spirit, toss into bogs.
Surrender
your alignment, destroy what solitude behaves;
to
pressure deeper from grand gestures and ashtrays.
Betrayed
by numbers and titles, break the wheel, shun cogs;
black
flames surge, to presence the Rocs.
Anchor
in a world adrift, to reset the snails!
VIII
The
Truth, what needs no defence, standing defiant;
not
left-right nor centered. Besides all scoreboards.
Misunderstand
and corrupt thy selves reliance –
follow
in Jesus, where the disciples drank cups, stance
in
Boanerges, remember how Stephen rued the hords;
those
who aghast the Law and Moses for freedom Lord Lord!
Get
stoned in the courts of Rome, for you are the Shant!!