Opening the SEAL

Venus’ retrograde of our compelling poles
has now commenced to
carrying us back to our underlying principles. . .
Rising from every foundation, on pedestals
based on Love and humanity
The desire to harmonize with the Infinite, is renovating. . .
A “World Court” must be formed, NOW!
For the King of Mongols prepares. . .
as he collects the gold against our Masters’ signature!
Awaken to your ancient memories!
Nibiru will lead their line of attack
down the path of the aligning Milky Way, like shiny droplets of a mother’s sustenance. . .
These shining stars are siding!
from a Black Hole
and Nephilim will soon emerge, channeling the Sumerians back to the Anunnaki!
There was a plethora of clues!
Who did not heed?
They have returned to claim their strands!
The two snakes of the double helix. . .
The cross-over of theirs, and our chromosomes, that made slaves out of us!
The mining for this gold is at end, if you wish!
This is the Age of Aquarius!
The end of the thirteenth baktun has arrived!
Will you hop on Planet X as she passes by?
From the Adam, an Eden will manifest!
The Coming comet contains all the amalgamation of sacred knowledge
. . . above and beyond the twelve!
Think Apostle, planet, zodiac or Tribe. . .
Now is the time, to reunite what we’ve scattered
A new paradigm is here!
The Thirteen Skulls. . .
Give rise to The Coming Together of these crystals!
Our representation of pure transformation reshaping the shift . . .
Unlocking Stonehenge, in an order to neutralize . . .
So, new realities will manifest!
Let us synchronize our dreams and find each other!
Find the Pampa Colorada
Then, follow the Nazca Lines. . .
The sacred path to water your souls will be exclaimed along the way. . .
a little Child will lead us. . .http://granddebate.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/opening-the-seal/

THE SMOULDERING THAT IS A KISS

Antagonizing pleasure
Placed upon my lips
Where dreams come true
In just one kiss!

Sharing an afternoon of ecstasy
Closing the door on reality
Not even the thickest iceberg
Could melt the lust I feel inside!

I shed my fears faster than my clothes
The anticipation begins to unfold
My heart begins to pound faster
As you come closer

Just one look from your eyes
And I become hypnotized
A river of sins, to which I concede
Just one kiss, caused the undoing of me!

Your lips gently pressed against mine
A silent submission of tongues intertwined
My mouth tenderly pressed against yours
My voice trembles as you start to explore

Electric shocks as your tongue touches mine
An erotic dance of passing time
My heart's racing as fast as yours
My body's craving for something more!

Starving and Craving
For an evening
Of erotic bliss
Where dreams come true
In Just One Kiss.

THE WITCHING HOUR

…And I gazed upon the ebonic darkness
The wicked whisper of the sunless days
Eclipsed by the wings of sartorial moons
And the frighted songs of evening’s haze
They rise and slumber over impious depths
Living inside the dreamers perceptions’ of fear
Those hearts ashamed to claim their hidden stones
As the hedge rock crumbles into all primordial spheres
Where the sorting sand can hear every silent whisper
Drifting profanely on the echoic compass eroding in time
Wondering to itself about the innate identity of forevermore
Alone inside every sacrilegious thorn of a siring tear…

WHY TEARS TASTE BITTER

A lonely droplet of liquid emotion
Gently rolling down a stone face
Eroding a small trail of burning remembrance
Why do these tears taste bitter?


.....Once had is lost.....


A storm of falling pain
Bathing in a dreary shade
Drowning in a self imposed imprisonment
Why do these tears taste bitter?


.....Once lost be forgotten.....


A void simply empty
So kept yet so complicated
Unable to cloak in ignorance forever
Why do these tears taste bitter?


.....Lest pain, mourn and sorrow.....


rain cloud eyes
Tattered clothing reflecting her disdain
Of weeping silence in apt disconsolate woe
Why do these tears taste bitter?


.....Be your life the cost.....


The lure of luscious splendor
The mementos of lust and power
The only relic of a corrupt past
Are these tears bitter, too?


.....Why?.....


Are we blessed with these feelings?
To live with pain and joy?
And if we could no longer feel it
Would these tears also taste bitter?


.....It's just a reminder we live in the heavens of hell.....