C. JoyBell C.'s Blog, page 52

The Differents 2

(September 12, 2010)



Come with me on the flight

Of ten thousand seagulls, lets

Divide us among them and

Cascade on their wings

In the place where I come from

Far away from here

I used to sit and fly and float

Come with me and I could

Show you where ten thousand

Seagulls roam

They carry our souls to

Wherever we want to go!

And would you still come with me

To the place where it hurts, where

Their tears roll over our skin and

We feel all that is not our own

But is theirs

It becomes ours

To the place of sharing and

Would you stay to watch me

Dance inside their souls

And they dance into mine?

Would you stay if

You had to hear every thought

You had to see every pain

You had to feel every whisper

You would be always different

You say that I'm different but

Do you really know how different?





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The Differents

(September 12, 2010)



The photographs lined his wall

A woman

A beautiful smile

Captures of joy

Trappings of love

He walked out and I said

"you still love her"

Pain stung the air and

I wish I hadn't said it

He looked down

To the ground

I didn't even know him

Not even his name



I touched her shoulder and

I watched her eyes dilate

Her fears run away

Peace overcame her

She didn't even know me

Not even my name



I felt that tear fall

Falling rolling on my skin

But it's not my own

It fell

A thousand miles away

It's not mine

But it falls on my skin



I looked into his eyes

I recognized him

From a different time

I welcomed his soul

His soul walked into mine

Again



I'm glowing

They all say I'm glowing



I needed sunlight and

The sunlight came into place



In agony I lifted my face

To the Heavens and

Clouds of gray were born



I was sitting on the sidewalk when

He came up to me and said

"you are different, very different"

He didn't even know me



If he only knew how different





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The First Command

(January 30, 2012)




I call to you now!

My league of Twenty Thousand!

You who inhaled my breath!

You who knew life again because of my

Presence!

I call out your names! Each of you!

The golden horses and knights!

The bronze warriors!

And you soldiers!

Hear me now! You who share my

Breath!

Listen to this command I give you!

Free me from the devourer!

Free me from the great claw

That holds onto my heel!

Crush its shell!

Eat its flesh!

Lay waste of all it's children!

Eradicate all memory of it!

May it be ever forgotten!

Banish it from me!

Remove it from me!

Replace the clasps on my feet

With pure silk to bind my bruises!

Replace the rope around my ankles

With the caress of precious oils

Oils of rose and saffron!

I unleash you now!

I unleash you onto the beast!

Devour

Its

Children

Crush its head

Come and set me free!







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Miracle



It is like

A sweet, crimson poison

Drop by drop

Sweetly poisoning, deeply coloring

Every drop like a

Crimson cloud of mist dispersing

Steadily unfurling its wings

Like a scarlet angel



The scarlet angels fly

Slowly in my glass of water

Gliding, envenoming this water

Molecule upon molecule: a parasitism

Sweet crimson turns my water into wine

The overcoming I have long awaited



Let me transform Let me transform Let me transform



From water into wine





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I know from the bottom of my heart and with all of it, that it doesn't matter if at the end of your life you can say that you shared the best of yourself with the rest of the world and it doesn't matter if everyone in the world remembers you as wonderful; but what matters is if at the end of your life you can say that you shared the best of yourself with the handful of people who are around you, that you gave the wonderful in you, to the people you love and who love you. Happiness never has and never will come from fame.



– C. JoyBell C.

It is an intoxicating form of a deep sleep that has engulfed those who were already in slumber. How do I explain this? It is a falling into a deeper level of slumber wherein lies those who are now become impossible to awaken. Impossible may still be possible, but at this level of blindness, God Himself will have to reach down and waken them. It is a stupor, a stupidity, that I am afraid has never before befallen mankind until this present day!



But then it is an exceedingly bright awakening which has descended and branded those whom already have received some form of enlightenment, be it still in the form of a buried seed, or a seedling, or a bud! And suddenly the bridled are unbridled and those previously fixed with blinders have been freed of them! And it is a heightening that I believe to be previously untouched by man! The awake have become even more awakened. How can I explain this? It is the ascension into an even more real state of reality, which goes beyond what the others know to be real and to be possible.



They say mankind approaches an end. But I have already witnessed an end and now I am seeing a beginning. Is it the beginning of a finality? I don't think so. I believe it is the beginning of a beginning.



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Just because you picked out the fake diamond from the chest, doesn't spoil all the diamonds in there that are real! It just means you're an idiot! Or, hopefully, it was just a learning process. And we all go through learning processes.



– C. JoyBell C.

The River God, Tigris: Vatican City








The Brotherhood Of The Fathers



Let us go yonder

Beyond our own seas and valleys

Past our ports and trading steads

To the distant towns and those peculiar peoples



Let us tear down their pagan temples

Dismantle their altars stone by stone

Desecrate their steps and pedestals

We will bring to naught their holy of holies



Let us build our sanctuaries on their sacred foundations

We will tell them that we are their redemption

Their salvation, the forgiveness of their sins

We will give them to shame



Banish them!

Enslave them!

Cast these people out!



Let us garnish them as sinners

As nothing more than savage

Lesser ones to be forgotten

Dismissed ignorant barbarians



Let us confine the gods to myth and legend

Stories for the children

Tall tales, lies, imagery!

Nothing more than simple amusements



Then let us carefully remove the statues

The sculptures of Zeus

Those figures of Venus

This replica of Poseidon



Then let us bind the gods to us

Here with us, in our chambers!

Under our roof, within our walls!

We will break bread in their presence!



Then let us emulsify in the glory

Of the imprints of the gods

Their thoughts bent always towards us

Captured in their images



We are their sanctuary now!

We are their new foundation!

We will bind and harness the gods!



And let us fear not

For there will be none to come and free them

Their peoples have been silenced

In their own fear of sin and accusation



And let us sleep well

The world cannot remember them

They are only bedtime stories

There is none to fear but us



Us alone





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There are blue diamonds born to the world and given to those who only want glass crystals. There are blue roses born to the world yet given to those who only want daisies. Blue diamond, don't cry because they want glass crystals. Blue rose, don't bleed because they see only the daisies. You were formed in the bedroom of the gods, you were conceived in the garden of the eternal!



– C. JoyBell C.

Revelation




I am like a diamond

Born to the earth

The years have covered me in

Grime and mud

Filth and stench

Dirt and dung

But now is today and

I will dance and dance

I will dance and dance

I will dance and dance

I will dance and watch the dirt fall off

I will dance and watch the mud crack

And drop

I will dance and all the filth and grime

Will fall away from me 

And I will see myself again

And so will you




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