"Destiny Ere-Played" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

"Destiny Ere-Played"

If I were a Poet 

Would I even know It?

I doubt It, don't you see?

For I could not even barely read.

A Dyslexic child backwards born 

Who wouldn't even fight to breathe.

Given to a widowed morning.

Lied to, to whom he was born

Trust and Faith now torn.

The Angels even molted and wept.

They tossed Salt all about my feet

Tried to message me through their text.

Oh why, oh why, am I so Vexed?

If I were the Poet how would I even know It? 

Would I hear unspoken words be said?

Would They too Play and Dance within my head?

All Ghosts unholy "They" tried to mold me!

They make me bleed this ink sometimes red...

If I knew myself the poet

To be...

Could I save this world, truly?

Or from my past records held, would I doom her all to Hell?

But why would I?

Poets care not for Blood!

They seek only the Puritans Love.

If Poets knew truly one another

How boast free they would be!

Never bothering to correct

It is Just until always they must...

Interject! Their Opinions surplanted

Like onions they tear the eyes.

Poets like Onions peeled

Reveal nothing but... 

Just more of the same.

I must be Insane!

To wish to write such dribble

for it sikens me to my very middle.

A flesh bag filled with vial 

Bile Stuffed Organs Moaning

Am I Just a Bag for Holding Shit!

If Thy Belly Button Popped Off!

We'd all spill over the place.

Then be devoured by former Angels

Those fallen Sons, "They' may be the only ones.

Who whispered sweet poetry to me.

Torment me with your words you dirty birds!

For every once in a while there spawns a child.

So Innocent that Angelic Beings Weep

If Only I could pen what I hear 

When the monsters sleep

Words like Iconic tear drops dancing 

Spinning round and round

Upon 

My Minds Ear

True blue Poetry spun from poetic Beings!

Never!

Shall I Hear...

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"Angels Cry" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Rushing the Land Masses, Cutting and Gorging the Lands, as With Hands These Mighty Rivers...

As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and witnessed by him.  

"Angels Cry"

i’ve been alive three thousand plus years

i’ve seen a single tear amass in turn into streams, then rivers they become

Filling the depressions upon the lands, lakes they became

Dammed up unwilling to break; when broken, torrents they become

Rushing the land masses, cutting and gorging the lands, as with hands

Mighty rivers streaming to the seas; they became oceans

A falling angel not yet fallen; a brother of the mighty Michael

The one who cast that old Dragon out

That sinful devil; so full of pride, it is he they hide me from

Because from betwixt his lips, he did but dare; kiss me, with a lie

“they will take Him from Us they will you know’

These humans, they must go We were first, you know this much, is true

The Mighty One has uncannily harmed Us by letting them reproduce

Let Us not take the hurt

A war We must make; We deserve Our just desserts


i was thrown from heaven; down to the earth, by my dear brother

“Our Lords Warrior” and one other

Before the war: Lost in the aftermath of “The Great War”

Micheal’s brother, his mind erased of all; but, where he, came from

and not why he, is here now

my God He hides His face from me, and i do not understand

my wings have be torn away; away from me they are

For i am no more a citizen of Heaven’s sweet land


But, now a citizen of this earth; yet , my reproduction is given; just not my rebirth

i’ve been walking this ball of clay, without my brothers or sisters; if you will

Now all of us, just lambs

Baying

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"Birth"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: This Poet is Imagining the Creation of, "The Adam" as this New Birth of an Angel

"Birth"

Past, present, and future

The creation of a new angel, long time forgotten

Till it happens again, right in front of our faces

I Don’t know that we will be around long enough

To say  that it every took place

Will we ever learn to value this conception

This life?

Will we ever be able to swallow our foolish pride?

Have not we, learned any old thing?

Yet, what value does this life bring?

When only we are keeping up 

With the Jone's 

Monkey sees Monkeys do

Human likes, humans want

 Human possessions

Can any of us possess any other person, place or thing?

Only but, for a sliver of time

In the great scheme of things, the “Great Plan”

Do we truly comprehend?

With a mere thought,  we all could be not; and then forgot

If it were not for; The One an Only Truthful, Soul

How many souls would it take, to create a new life?

Say a cherub, an angel, or  even a simple drop of rain

Maybe

A seraph, an arch angel, or devil

One, two, or Three?

Stirred and heated in a different kind of pot

to

Create a new miracle

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Talk to Me"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections From a Disillusioned Poet Preacher

 "Talk to Me"

Talk to me, O’ Lord my God

For I have shouted Him
I have potted Him
And sprouted Him

And I Have even
Doubted Him

Your Word
His words

But yet, I can not forget
About them and him
In the Bible I have read

Not Only of Him
But of, him and them and
Those men who sinned

The Son of God who bled
Those living and
The walking dead

The vineyard that was
Planted; and then
Stolen; hidden from the Son

A gardener who weeps
Our Father who sent those
Guardians; who did, but sleep

Now guarding those golden gates
Angels; who will tie up
The chains of; faith or fates

All around them
The little children
Is it to late; for love?

I worry of their Faith
Their loves and the state
Of their Estates

Those thrown down
Into Hell and how they
Do avail the Dainties and the Swells

Lost turtles surfing upon the serfs
And those who have forgotten about their shells
Those who have lost their homes

Impoverished
Stuck until the soundings of
Those angels’ seven horns

The lonely and the torn
The ones that, Jesus healed
And then sealed

Salvation, can it save?
Can we savor it?

Salvation! If only for once

I could feel it, as more real
For I am a rusted man, of steel

Bound; gagged, roped, and tied
For boldly I have tried and cried

But, yet again I have failed
Again to no avail, yet torn is the Vail

Please! Break the final seal

Pour out your Holy Zealots with their zeal

Whisper to me no more
For defiant I have become

Of those softly spoken words
I am sharpening my tongue

Talk to me

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man. Authors Notes:

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Donald Beres Jr's Notes: On the Story. "The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man. Section One the opening for the encounter. These are my personal notes and they are jumbled up and have weird caps and things in quotations and brackets and in parentheses for my own detailing and defining, But I'll share what I got so far so you may see the inner workings of my mind.


The story behind the story or just some notes for to create a story the way this amateur tries to write.

"The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man Chapter One Continued

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As the room is restored Donnie rights himself and gets to his feet. Wow! He says out loud as he assumes he is talking to himself, But suddenly he gets a clear line of sight and a focused view of Donald sitting there in the corner of the small room, I have did it again he softly mumbles and falls into his make shift bed.


I am trying to reconstruct this story from my notes and some of its postings at Neopoet.com

A short story in progress and progression from Sinbad the Sailor Man

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The World's story as told by one man and his life and the living of it. Donnie, Douglas became enlightened at a tender age. Early on in his life at the age of twelve, one might say he had an awakening of a religious sorts?


This is my first real try at a story and it keeps evolving into a bigger and bigger story some day it may be completed.

Have you Ever Lived a Dream

Have You Ever lived a Dream

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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Have You Ever lived a Dream

Have You Ever lived a Dream

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections on aging.


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Angels Cry

Angels Cry
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



This is the author's ideal of the mindset, of an angel who thinks he has fallen.



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Talk to Me

Talk to Me
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections from a disillusioned Poet preacher.


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Birth

Birth
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



Poetry: This Poet is imagining the creation of, "The Adam" as this new birth of, an Angel.