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Seven Seals of Emotion and Sensation
1.
The seventh seal is Patience with Endeavour.
The thrill of the chase makes its pace,
Worked out in my mind are the maps of Time
Working, in ways
But behind is blind.
Illusions of patience take me the way
Through life, as is illumined itself,
It cares to put to plinth a smooth feel
As sight dominates the domain
In a Golden Census
Vervain,
Diphtheria
Domain.
Hang a shrill to its waste,
This mind of Grace
For falling forwards
Is the memory of its trace,
Here, this mind of Grace
Resides
In the still thought of solitude
Raising its face,
Webbed up to its bondage
And incarcerated to waste,
Webbed up to its wanton,
The find is still the same,
Patience
With Endeavour
And Grace.
2.
The sixth seal is a magik with trust.
So here it begins,
This vervain domain,
Believe in the writhing poet
Constipated with words,
And to whom there has been granted
Care with Fear.
This lamp of love is too graceful,
Too strong.
The seals of our deserves this pen scribes
In writhe,
Writhing in contempt
But still I would repent,
Turn away,
For this care be now my guide.
In lay I put care, solidarity of safe judges.
In lay I put care, all pain of this earth.
In lay I put care, null the pain which I buy
And take me to where
I need to be,
Bathe me in the work of a longing sea,
Take me now,
Come forsake me?
Chained to life by angel women,
shine!
Of the light which shall purify Trust,
afraid to see you run,
The sixth seal is Greed in Lust
A magik coming in thrusts
Divine!
3.
The fifth seal's porpoise is to be a dolphin.
In lay I put care,
Creation in numb fibres.
In lay I put care,
The cross of wisest sages.
In lay I put care,
Sacrilege senses
And should my pureness become me
May my hood draw a veil of tears,
For the half in sorrow,
Lustful to the greed which we hold dear.
May this giving be unending
Within my end of words,
But should my pureness become me
May emotion fly me on.
I chase to catch the rage in me,
I race to see the sun,
After every prisoner is disowned
After every treason in need of a Greed,
Be in sorrow for the Greed of my Lust
And in Lust to my Greed, that is freed.
4.
The fourth seal is an eternal infant.
If I should grow unending,
Let this Fear be now my guide
And may I ever hold Love in the knowing,
For the know in which I reside.
In fear to see a robin fly?
Wish away today,
Tomorrow will a buy,
In a man's still agony
Pentram, Pentract my heart,
Tomorrow will I buy
Fear of loathing,
Blind,
Not in the dark.
Raising but only Fear for the give which I see,
Abounding in my own,
Generosity?
In man's still emotion
Pentram, Pentract my heart,
Slide lavender,
Putting fear of love
Secure.
In fear to see a Robin fly?
With "in fear" at first,
Where the first becomes the last,
Alba began the Zen,
For the strength in earnings,
We teach ourselves
In Love,
perfect Fear.
In Love to see a robin fly.
5.
The third seal is the bountiful whore.
Four harlot brethren dance on to reckoning
In Grace forevermore.
Twelve universal scribe banter mistrust
In treachery
And in peace.
The fear of the Lords in Grace, in Peace
With an extorting curse been culled,
Owns whomsoever fits mans' Peace,
Whom makes that mans' Grace walk tall in his path
But what makes me banter with Peace,
Be it Sorrow?
Be it Pain?
Be it Ire?
To be in Grace to the hand which feeds, by a whoredom of matter
it is said to
Be so,
That this Peace is our own to hold and to share, this world will be true,
true to Thee
And what may make this owe
Good unto itself?
I hold respect to my virtue
And to the backbone of faith, my Trust
For to Father, or to Mother
In the end all is Faith
And what becomes Faith with no works?
6.
The second seal is age with wisdom.
As our lives grow on being wiser
With more to give being stronger to rise,
Needing more and more in true Relief
And in less wanton to be in a Breathe.
Simple and seen
To just a wee breath,
Amber and green,
Relief in its need
But red willn't come near,
Soft,
Subtle
And clear.
To further my illusion
In wanton to dream
And into my relief
Dreams reel from its ream
But eager wantons for a freer spend,
Around and round, round again,
Double me up to the scrolling fountain
Round and around, round and again.
7.
The first seal is on Golden Censer.
Thankful in spirit,
Being able to hold up in the remission of Ecstasy,
For making Love should hold Ecstasy in joy,
And this orbital has shown Ecstasy
As a drug
And a toy.
It is not about reaching a height of mind.
A tabernacle of souls fallen from treason
And the joy is bestowed to harlequin reaping,
Bid reason?
Ecstasy is not a toy.
But, is about opening the curtains
To welcome a new day,
In the remission I diseased myself,
Surely this safety would power Axes,
Maddest Occultist magik emotion
Lest not forsaken,
Falls all.
And...
At first, I knew the games were real,
I knew how she would feel if one seal was torn away,
She knew I'd love her like the earth
Her ecstasy, her wealth,
I can't believe what we have done,
For we have treated her so wrong
But now I see.
She always threw my dreams down to the ground
With no restraint or even a frown
As she strolled away from me,
I felt inside a pain so deep but this heart bestowed has reaped
Of an Ecstasy in Love
And I know
I'll never lose the pain inside of me.
Copyright 2001, Russel Gray Sneddon All rights reserved.