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Joshua Brown
Pod walked, broken feet by time
A filter ripped by neighbor God
To move those particles through
Lost into a shifted hour ahead
But imagination could not consee
What really happened to family
Of asexual, genderless quantums
Whose space was, is and is to come
The name of pod was Maa Grief
To humans infinite, but not to Him
The gendered, sexual Master of all
Whose dark face shone to humans
The rebellious angels betrayed
Their own infantile created Poise
Who turned rogue and began war
Against the pods, terrorizing ill
Dead pods littered the spheres
And a breath of superstition spread
That God Himself had conscripted
Poise to eradicate rebellious pods
And brave Maa was to question
This conspiracy theory of decay
By the pods unscrupulous mising
Skeptical of their own betrayal
And loyal Maa was to that changer
He who flits not but effects time.
Blinking in and out the pods cont
As if the angels, winged, moral'd.
Tears on the face of man, tears
Buttered, melty into that hell
Of forgottenness that even Maa
Could not comprehend in place
But commitment to remembrance
A dieties' pleasure to ponderance
That Maa impulsed to foe against
That violent angel bringing vanity
Footless, that pod began to run
Without weapon, that otherwise
Wielded may have resurrected them
This betrayed angel had annihilated
Daniel looked on through dark glass
Into this non-disciplined existence
Where Maa flashed against angel
Whose existence meant pleasuring.
And he saw no dead pods for will
To remember he cared not either
Those pods were pointless, indif
And that frustrated angel played
A sonnet of murky loveless tone
But brave Maa Grief into plane
Ran faster, that those lost pods
Would mean to him some thing
Even their long lost shadow cast
Might reach beyond deep hell
To save, not stupid trolls or belles
But perhaps betrayed angels young
Cavernous that clicking rang out
From paper mâché appendage
A sweet artistic addition to Grief
Who footless ran towards rebellion
That usurper who sought redemption
By those who deserved no redeemed
And firm Maa held that resolution
To defeat Poise, and bring pleasure
And out of his heart proceeded acicula
These shards of time itself divided
And penetrating deep in that Poise
Tearing parts of him both before, after
With his weapon raised against Maa
He sought his life with many wiles
And bound by time and razed
By those acrid heartly palpitations
His roar bellowed into resolve
That enslaved metaphor winged
Crushed by threat of ethereality
Willed to work by magic spells
Bludgeon against that tepid Grief
Who fell now to prostration
Bewildered on this timeline
But undeterred to finish will
And then, in moment stained
By the mortality of evil pods
Mortality took on the form
Of obscelesence unrecorded
As Maa swept from the infinity
Of mirror into pain-free zilch
And rose with panged groan
His observant tool flaming red
XxX
Betrayed you were by blood
O ye, who bloodshed brings,
But banished from very time
We will not seek judgement
But forever demand your name
To be sired in that faux fashion
Of demonstrative reprimands
Against those unwitting of end
Die in that immortality of good
As a servant of those who live
That though your blood be shed
At my verity heart's acicula tip
Your will to live will be submayed
On your allowance that I enshrine
Against the graves of the angels
Whose applay you seek by blood
Or else vanquished you too be
Will you accept the death o' evil
Or will you acquiesce to yours
That greed of communal eternal?
XxX
Silence and then a glint of rain
As Maa woke up from slumber
But whole again, no footing slip
But the dream was told again.
Pods lost among the folds
Interspersed with tiredness
Obscured by that imaginative
Sphere that God beheld foibled.
Space shifted along time to man
As angels stormed in and out
These daemons of good unconsc
Actors on a stage of Man
Gravestones you may find still
And at their hearts a tiny shard
Pierced through by that being
Among the many hid in place
Maa pondered. For Hell was just.
And these those humans choice
Informed by the messengers play
Indirectly lost to existential writ.
And God's choice was beautiful
To Maa who gave birth to good
That flowing one clipped through
As a serpent lifted up to heaven
Whose love and loyalty to God
That affection went not unpaid
But reciprocated to Maa by tale
To those bound by time's body
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📅 Written September 1, 2023
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado near the West Toll Gate Creek
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Thanks for reading. This poem is an introduction to a new typology related to Christianity, angelology and cosmology. Written from a bit of an epic style, I really hoped to impart some inspiration with it. It does have some very obscure words and much of my creative use of language is using Greek and Latin influences.
Obviously there is no theology meant to be implied by this poem, it is a piece of art and should be viewed as such, any meaning or enlightenment to be gained is only by the relationship of mind to truth, I do however hope this poem means as much to you as it did to me. There were several things that happened at this time that were obstructions to me releasing it and I am so happy to be sharing it now.
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