Gaza and the Reaper of Death The walls of the houses are full of darkness in Gaza, but still they tremble, those behind the walls know, at anytime, they may be woken, with moving shadows and sounds of echoes-war is at its door, across Gaza.
All the young shake the dice of death, some old wolves will send the Israeli Army whatever they have left, and America will look cross-eyed: the Reaper of Death.
Note: taken from a previous poem by the author unpublished called "War's Gate" No: 1321 (4-19-2006); reedited and revised 8-9-2010) Bread-Sticks of Oblivion ((A Little Girl named Gaza, in a land and war named the same) (A Poem on existence)) Here is a testimony: about a ten-year old daughter to a twenty-five year old-I call her Gaza (in the photograph you don't see that): making what is left out of life into something bearable- a slight frown with an uncertainty (you see that).
Actually, she looks like, kind of like: a wild creature (red sweater on, dirty dishes on a wooden table in a blown-out café of rubble and debris).
There, near by her are dishes, is bowl full of tomatoes, and red peppers, some eggs laying loose on the side, I wonder how they're going to cook them! There's a little hand to her right, she's holding on to it...
and another little girl to her left what man betrays and sacrifices- (I whisper inside my head, is no deeper than this glance into the past which is the present, and foreseeable future); what more can I tell you about it? Here's are the bread-sticks that will grow out of oblivion.
No: 2774 (8-9-2010) The Bulls of Bashan ((A prophetic Poem) (Poetic Prose; Revised)) Part One Tartarus, home to the Angelic Renegades, the dark abode of torment, torture and agony: given to those who left their first abode, who shed their house from heaven-that heaven gave, for flesh and skin, to cohabitate with earthly women, who gave birth to those Giants of Old, called the Nephilm and Rephaim-in those far-off days, in the time of Noah, whose sons worshiped at the Circle of Rephaim: Stone Heap of the Wildcat! The very ones to be released from Tartarus, cast into the end-days ((that everlasting place of owe and darkness; now restraint in chains only to return to get revenge-the angelic renegades) (here they wait, in that pit of darkness with their sons of old-the Bulls of Bashan, and the demonic foe)) Part Two These giants of old were bold, Greek Titans, partly celestial, partly terrestrial, these were the Nephilim, the Star People-the ghosts, the spirits, the dead ones, the Bulls of Bashan...
and the Lord cried: "The Bulls of Bashan...
have weighed down my earth...
" (says He who speaks in Psalms) Part Three "And then I saw the Legs of mud" said Daniel and they were of miry clay-made of dust, and there the world was, without boundaries (Global terrorism)-and I saw also: nuclear proliferation, a cosmic threat, a new world order on the horizon: don't be surprised, the Nephilim are alive.
They, the men of miry clay (the dead that once were of heaven's abode, the cold ones, are about to return and mix with iron...
to no resolve).
Part Four Like in the days of Noah! (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim were left to fight...
) and now comes again, this beast! And the Trinity cries in Psalms, "The kings of the earth are against us...
how silly can they be!" Somehow they aim to throw off the shackles of God-an unpalatable disappointment- "It is because the Rephaim will not be resurrected," says Isaiah in those far-off days- "...
and so it shall be in those days, as it was in the days of Noah!" (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim will come to fight.
) "So shall the end-days be...
" reiterates Jesus.
What on earth did He mean? The return of the Angelic Renegades: look into the window of illumination, the window of life, the hologram: that was, and will be, the three dimensional map for us earthly beings, the "B'nai Elohim' this hard cold bred of angelic beings, the Nephilim-are on the rim of the earth ready to integrate-the world at large.
And the Lord cries out in the illumination: "Man appointed mortal sorrow; but the blessed God shall come down, teaching and shall the despair rest and be comforted.
" So do not fear, but pray, and pray hard.
Part Five And there shall be no order out of chaos.
And God does not need America to protect Israel, and the New World Order becomes restless, and that means no more Jesus, and that means, Obama, and Moscow, and Iran, and Jerusalem, and the yoke of the White House becomes thin: do not be angry with Obama, an instrument of God- to initiate his plight.
Says Nostradamus: Obama "he is in prophecy-you see, the Last King of the South to be: the Great Power, who came from the dark side of slavery.
" As people were drawn to Hitler, so they will be drawn to Him, "...
but be aware of the power given the Dark One:" says Nostradamus-the Antichrist is near...
! He is possessed by those hierarchical spirits which can descend into any ordinary mortal-a common fleshy unsanctified man.
Says Timothy: "In the last days there will be very different times for people will love only themselves...
money.
They will be boastful and proud, and scoffing at God...
ungrateful.
They will consider nothing sacred...
unloving and unforgiving...
they will betray their own friends...
are puffed with pride...
stay away from people like that! They are the kind...
they have depraved minds and a counterfeit faith...
" Thus, the leopard comes up out of the sea ((Obama) (USA)) last king of the south.
He will provoke Russia, WWIII; look in the Book of Revelation, Chapter Thirteen.
"And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and I saw a beast rise up out of the sea...
the name was blasphemy" (the rise of the Antichrist) and all I could remember, and I smiled remembering "Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
" Notes: references: Jude 6; 2 Cor.
5:2; Josephus Flavius; 2 Peter 2.
4, 5, Testaments of the 12 Patriarchs; Traditional Rabbinical Literature; Psalms 22; Revelation 11; Psalms 2:1-3 (The Trinity); Reference to angelic beings "B'nai Elohim"; the Septuagint (written by 70-scholers, in Alexander, Egypt, 15-years to write, Old Testament into Greek Language (see: Genesis 6:1-2 Bene HaElohim "Sons of God" referring to angels, the fallen ones the Nephilim, born of the earth, and the hybrids, their offspring); 1 John 11 and 12; Job 1:6; Luke 20; Obama reference to Revelation 12:1; Tartarus, in Greek means hell, a dark abode of woe.
Poem No: 2772 (Written 8-8-2010) Testimony to the Soldier Perhaps you don't know this, but at one time every red-blooded American in this land once fell in love with his country, and every male became a soldier.
Yes, this land's young men, they all went into uniform, to war, to guard, to secure his homeland, bearing arms against the inevitable, invisible enemy.
Every soldier wrote letters home, to their mothers, fathers, loved ones, I was one (and my grandfather was one, and my sons were one and my uncles were one).
Now in the passing years, paths have move away from wanting to wear the uniform, going to boot camp, advance training, they'd prefer the business suit-; the silent moans of greedy lives- "Give me the good, without the bad, the milk and honey, without the effort, no responsibly but my rights!" They are no longer shy or have any shame (as they say: no blood in the face) they'd rather play computer games in the sunset of their lives.
Perhaps you don't know this, but every man in this land, every movie star, singer, sports person, once upon a time, had all fallen in love with this country, now all we want to do is milk her dry.
No: 2760 (7-28-2010) Dedicated to the active American Soldiers Gaza: Without any Sound (Poetic Prose: No: 2776 (8-12-2010) I looked out upon the black and silver-lit sea (the Mediterranean), lit by the moon's light and the world around me, in Tel Aviv- As if out of a window, just enough to waken my senses, half-asleep, then went away-returning to my hotel, down and around several streets! Looked out-between the parted curtains (in my room)-into the still and peaceful night, moved my face among the dark, "Gaza, Gaza" I whispered to myself-the curtains fell upon my silent feet.
Voices in the hallway coming out of the night, with no curiosity "Now" I thought, "Could those who live in Gaza safely return home tonight, lock up and go to sleep...
" Who and what would they have to surrender to-for; in the middle of the night? What alarm would take place? There I stood in the darkness, in an unresponsive stance, sheltered now from the moon-stood there-as an American visitor-for a long time, pacing the floor.
I thought-to live like that one had to have animal patience; be quiet, still, stone-still without movement: then to occasionally elevate the head to check the immediate scene, with clandestine dashing eyes.
Who would make such animals out of people? You need only look towards Gaza!
All the young shake the dice of death, some old wolves will send the Israeli Army whatever they have left, and America will look cross-eyed: the Reaper of Death.
Note: taken from a previous poem by the author unpublished called "War's Gate" No: 1321 (4-19-2006); reedited and revised 8-9-2010) Bread-Sticks of Oblivion ((A Little Girl named Gaza, in a land and war named the same) (A Poem on existence)) Here is a testimony: about a ten-year old daughter to a twenty-five year old-I call her Gaza (in the photograph you don't see that): making what is left out of life into something bearable- a slight frown with an uncertainty (you see that).
Actually, she looks like, kind of like: a wild creature (red sweater on, dirty dishes on a wooden table in a blown-out café of rubble and debris).
There, near by her are dishes, is bowl full of tomatoes, and red peppers, some eggs laying loose on the side, I wonder how they're going to cook them! There's a little hand to her right, she's holding on to it...
and another little girl to her left what man betrays and sacrifices- (I whisper inside my head, is no deeper than this glance into the past which is the present, and foreseeable future); what more can I tell you about it? Here's are the bread-sticks that will grow out of oblivion.
No: 2774 (8-9-2010) The Bulls of Bashan ((A prophetic Poem) (Poetic Prose; Revised)) Part One Tartarus, home to the Angelic Renegades, the dark abode of torment, torture and agony: given to those who left their first abode, who shed their house from heaven-that heaven gave, for flesh and skin, to cohabitate with earthly women, who gave birth to those Giants of Old, called the Nephilm and Rephaim-in those far-off days, in the time of Noah, whose sons worshiped at the Circle of Rephaim: Stone Heap of the Wildcat! The very ones to be released from Tartarus, cast into the end-days ((that everlasting place of owe and darkness; now restraint in chains only to return to get revenge-the angelic renegades) (here they wait, in that pit of darkness with their sons of old-the Bulls of Bashan, and the demonic foe)) Part Two These giants of old were bold, Greek Titans, partly celestial, partly terrestrial, these were the Nephilim, the Star People-the ghosts, the spirits, the dead ones, the Bulls of Bashan...
and the Lord cried: "The Bulls of Bashan...
have weighed down my earth...
" (says He who speaks in Psalms) Part Three "And then I saw the Legs of mud" said Daniel and they were of miry clay-made of dust, and there the world was, without boundaries (Global terrorism)-and I saw also: nuclear proliferation, a cosmic threat, a new world order on the horizon: don't be surprised, the Nephilim are alive.
They, the men of miry clay (the dead that once were of heaven's abode, the cold ones, are about to return and mix with iron...
to no resolve).
Part Four Like in the days of Noah! (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim were left to fight...
) and now comes again, this beast! And the Trinity cries in Psalms, "The kings of the earth are against us...
how silly can they be!" Somehow they aim to throw off the shackles of God-an unpalatable disappointment- "It is because the Rephaim will not be resurrected," says Isaiah in those far-off days- "...
and so it shall be in those days, as it was in the days of Noah!" (From the roots of Gaza, and those at the Golan Heights: the Nephilim will come to fight.
) "So shall the end-days be...
" reiterates Jesus.
What on earth did He mean? The return of the Angelic Renegades: look into the window of illumination, the window of life, the hologram: that was, and will be, the three dimensional map for us earthly beings, the "B'nai Elohim' this hard cold bred of angelic beings, the Nephilim-are on the rim of the earth ready to integrate-the world at large.
And the Lord cries out in the illumination: "Man appointed mortal sorrow; but the blessed God shall come down, teaching and shall the despair rest and be comforted.
" So do not fear, but pray, and pray hard.
Part Five And there shall be no order out of chaos.
And God does not need America to protect Israel, and the New World Order becomes restless, and that means no more Jesus, and that means, Obama, and Moscow, and Iran, and Jerusalem, and the yoke of the White House becomes thin: do not be angry with Obama, an instrument of God- to initiate his plight.
Says Nostradamus: Obama "he is in prophecy-you see, the Last King of the South to be: the Great Power, who came from the dark side of slavery.
" As people were drawn to Hitler, so they will be drawn to Him, "...
but be aware of the power given the Dark One:" says Nostradamus-the Antichrist is near...
! He is possessed by those hierarchical spirits which can descend into any ordinary mortal-a common fleshy unsanctified man.
Says Timothy: "In the last days there will be very different times for people will love only themselves...
money.
They will be boastful and proud, and scoffing at God...
ungrateful.
They will consider nothing sacred...
unloving and unforgiving...
they will betray their own friends...
are puffed with pride...
stay away from people like that! They are the kind...
they have depraved minds and a counterfeit faith...
" Thus, the leopard comes up out of the sea ((Obama) (USA)) last king of the south.
He will provoke Russia, WWIII; look in the Book of Revelation, Chapter Thirteen.
"And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and I saw a beast rise up out of the sea...
the name was blasphemy" (the rise of the Antichrist) and all I could remember, and I smiled remembering "Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
" Notes: references: Jude 6; 2 Cor.
5:2; Josephus Flavius; 2 Peter 2.
4, 5, Testaments of the 12 Patriarchs; Traditional Rabbinical Literature; Psalms 22; Revelation 11; Psalms 2:1-3 (The Trinity); Reference to angelic beings "B'nai Elohim"; the Septuagint (written by 70-scholers, in Alexander, Egypt, 15-years to write, Old Testament into Greek Language (see: Genesis 6:1-2 Bene HaElohim "Sons of God" referring to angels, the fallen ones the Nephilim, born of the earth, and the hybrids, their offspring); 1 John 11 and 12; Job 1:6; Luke 20; Obama reference to Revelation 12:1; Tartarus, in Greek means hell, a dark abode of woe.
Poem No: 2772 (Written 8-8-2010) Testimony to the Soldier Perhaps you don't know this, but at one time every red-blooded American in this land once fell in love with his country, and every male became a soldier.
Yes, this land's young men, they all went into uniform, to war, to guard, to secure his homeland, bearing arms against the inevitable, invisible enemy.
Every soldier wrote letters home, to their mothers, fathers, loved ones, I was one (and my grandfather was one, and my sons were one and my uncles were one).
Now in the passing years, paths have move away from wanting to wear the uniform, going to boot camp, advance training, they'd prefer the business suit-; the silent moans of greedy lives- "Give me the good, without the bad, the milk and honey, without the effort, no responsibly but my rights!" They are no longer shy or have any shame (as they say: no blood in the face) they'd rather play computer games in the sunset of their lives.
Perhaps you don't know this, but every man in this land, every movie star, singer, sports person, once upon a time, had all fallen in love with this country, now all we want to do is milk her dry.
No: 2760 (7-28-2010) Dedicated to the active American Soldiers Gaza: Without any Sound (Poetic Prose: No: 2776 (8-12-2010) I looked out upon the black and silver-lit sea (the Mediterranean), lit by the moon's light and the world around me, in Tel Aviv- As if out of a window, just enough to waken my senses, half-asleep, then went away-returning to my hotel, down and around several streets! Looked out-between the parted curtains (in my room)-into the still and peaceful night, moved my face among the dark, "Gaza, Gaza" I whispered to myself-the curtains fell upon my silent feet.
Voices in the hallway coming out of the night, with no curiosity "Now" I thought, "Could those who live in Gaza safely return home tonight, lock up and go to sleep...
" Who and what would they have to surrender to-for; in the middle of the night? What alarm would take place? There I stood in the darkness, in an unresponsive stance, sheltered now from the moon-stood there-as an American visitor-for a long time, pacing the floor.
I thought-to live like that one had to have animal patience; be quiet, still, stone-still without movement: then to occasionally elevate the head to check the immediate scene, with clandestine dashing eyes.
Who would make such animals out of people? You need only look towards Gaza!
