Merkaba Angels

In the dawn's embrace, where silence dreams,

God's light ignites, restoring beams.

Shadows fade, where lost souls rise,

Freed from the void, they touch the skies.

Light, a resounding call through the haze,

Joy of redemption, guiding our ways.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Chariots of fire soar within,

The Merkaba shines, our hopes begin.

Angels are singing, their voices take flight,

“Blessed are we, for we bask in His light.”

With wings unfurling, they’ve found their grace,

In the embrace of joy, we find our place.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Four faces shining in a world so bright,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox unite.

Together we rise, our hearts filled with love,

Embracing the light where hope soars above.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices sing,

Reach for the light, let your hearts take wing.

Love’s gentle freedom, a path we share,

In the kingdom of light, we breathe in the air.

With chariots of joy, we soar through the sky,

To a place where the love never dares to die.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

With light to save us, we’re unbound from our pains,

In the presence of mercy, we dance on the plains.

O Lord of the light, our guiding grace,

Together forever, we find our place.

So let the shadows fade, let the daylight reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re free from the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Merkaba Ghosts

Like murder's night, when silence screams,

God's light flickers, fading dreams.

Shadows deep, where lost souls roam,

Trapped in this void, no way home.

Light, a mere whisper, lost in the haze,

Chill of despair, lost in a maze.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Chariots of fire burn within,

The Merkaba crumbles, our hopes grow thin.

Angels are weeping, their songs turn to dust,

“Blessed is He, but in whom can we trust?”

With wings heavy laden, they’ve lost their grace,

In the shadows of sorrow, we’re lost in this place.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Four faces hidden in a world so bleak,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox cannot speak.

Together we falter, our hearts filled with dread,

Embracing the shadows where hope goes to bed.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices wail,

Reach for the darkness, we’re bound to fail.

Love’s cruel freedom, a path of despair,

In the kingdom of shadows, we’re gasping for air.

With chariots of sorrow, we plummet from high,

To a place where the light never dares to cry.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

No light will save us; we’re shackled in chains,

In the absence of mercy, we’re lost on the plains.

O Lord of the shadows, our guiding sin,

Together forever, we’re trapped within.

So let the shadows fall, let the darkness reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re left with the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Jack O

Born from rot beneath the soil,

A seed once pure, now fed by spoil,

It grew on hate, it thrived on pain,

Watered by the human stain.

Now carved in flesh both black and torn,

The pumpkin bleeds, the damned reborn.

Each cut it bears, a slaughtered soul,

A hollow pit that time can't toll.

Behold the eyes, black orbs of death,

They watch the world steal its last breath.

In wars they feasted, in famine laughed,

A mirror to the blood we've grafted.

The mouth yawns wide, a gaping pit,

Where infants screamed and bodies split.

Its teeth are jagged tombstones cracked,

For every life the plague has sacked.

Within its core, no candle’s light,

But darkness born of endless night.

It feeds on sins, it feasts on dread,

A lantern raised to mock the dead.

The plague that ate the flesh of kin,

The knife that slid beneath the skin,

The starving hands that tore and clawed,

The burning flags of twisted gods.

All coiled within this jack of hate,

It whispers doom; it seals our fate.

A skull of pumpkins, rotten, charred,

On graves where hope lies deeply scarred.

No screams will reach its hollowed ear,

No prayers can quell what’s grown from fear.

It stands, eternal, in the field,

Where human hearts were once its yield.

And as the moon turns black as coal,

The lantern swallows every soul.

Each death, each war, each whispered sin,

Now fuels the flame that burns within.

For when the harvest moon doth rise,

The Jack of Night claims all that dies.

And every vile and corrupt fall,

Becomes its seed consuming all.

.-Hermit King-& Sean

Chosen Appeal

The tribes long arrival

Don’t think they just didn’t

By sweet witches brews and

The asp tongues that sip it

Distraction distinctions

Dogs to these players

Some faiths cant see them

Night proofs for naysayers

Whatever relations

Far flung by our stars

Came swift to Valhalla

In fear of Vlads wars

Wagons encircled 'neath

Eyes of the Furies

Hammering stakes

Like new patriots worries

The future of ancients

Gifts to the thirsty

Uncertain what's done

Usurped in its mercy

The serpents slink slowly

Through borders unwritten

While whispers of conquest

In shadows are smitten

Ghosts of those fallen

Still walk through the dope

For kingdoms rebuilt

On their embers of hope

Banners unravelled

Still proudly they fly

For pacts with the ancients

Endure through the sky

In the halls of decision

Locked bordered walls

The fate of our nations

Truth lives and falls

Sift through the worthy

Welcome the friend

Careless mistakes

And kingdoms may end

For what is a nation

Without knowing its own

The rise or the fall

In whose seeds that are sown

The swirl keeps on turning

Through trials and fires

What’s forged in our choices

Builds empire, or pyres

-Hermit King-

Norma Jeans Acre

I was a poor man farmer,

I understood the soils,

I worked the world, a madman,

I lived from all my toils.

You never could have stayed here,

You have slain the stars above,

You flew beyond this border,

You left with all my love.

We were always meant to be there,

We were blessed that we had met,

We were led to separate wonders,

We were traced by twin sunsets.

She was always in that moment,

She launched my heart to war,

She touched me in the moonlight,

She was truth with her encore.

They asked about the rumors,

They offered twice my farm,

They found the truth in trespass,

They had met to their alarm.

None could hope replace her,

None could quench her risen flame

None could ever understand her,

None could see beneath her fame.

All spoke as though they knew her,

All believed they understood,

All had missed the rising curtain,

All before Ms. Monroe stood.

Let the ages softly hold her,

Let her mystery remain,

Let her spirit never wander,

Let her honor bear my name.

Our destinies, not diamonds,

Our lives knew joy and tears,

Our innocence has made a bond,

Our love has fed my years.

My case bore no reprisal,

My love stayed undefiled,

My flame, a rock of ages,

My soul's since reconciled.

For all that fades to shadow,

For love found in the night,

For dreaming of a farm girl,

For my moments with her light.

-Hermit King-

Should River Flows

Should River Flows

Should River flows, where dreams unfold,

In currents deep our tales of old;

Not wars for crowns, nor fields of rust,

But battles waged of nobler dust.

My river’s whisper, pure and clear,

No swords unsheathed nor hearts in fear

Should River flows, it runs, it knows,

It seeks the peace where mercy grows.

Should River flows

Should be the peace we chase, not war,

Not greed, not blood on distant shore,

But quiet streams through quiet lands,

Not shaking fists nor grasping hands.

No broken peace to pierce our sky,

No bitter men who scream and die

Should River flows, unbound, untamed,

It dreams of all that man has maimed.

Should River flows.

Should be the truth that girds the night,

Not shadowed lies that hide from light;

For those who lead with proof and grace,

Not empty words that mark this race.

Their tongues should weave with silver thread,

Not bleed the hearts of those they’ve led.

Should River flows, it winds and wends,

And mends the wounds that power rends.

Should River flows

-Hermit King-

Tyrantic Tyranny of Tyrants

Trapping the traps of the trappers,

Rapping the raps of the rappers,

Hyping the hypes of the hypnos,

Psyching the psyche of psychos.

Dividing divides the divisions,

Providing provides the provisions,

Deciders decide all decisions,

Missers keep missing the missions.

Spinning the spin of the spinners,

Sinning the sin of the sinners,

Losing the lose to the winners,

Pinning the pins to the pinners.

Slaves to the slaves of the slavers,

Grave in the grave of the gravers,

Paving the pave for the pavers,

Waving the wave for the wavers.

Faking the fake of the fakers,

Breaking the break of the breakers,

Taking the take of the takers,

Shaking the shake of the shakers.

Crashing the crash of the crashers,

Smashing the smash of the smashers,

Thrashing the thrash of the thrashers,

Flashing the flash of the flashers.

Beating the beat of the beaters,

Cheating the cheat of the cheaters,

Meeting the meet of the meters,

Heating the heat of the heaters.

Lying the lie of the liars,

Firing the fire of the fires,

Wiring the wire of wires,

Tiring the tire of what tires.

Living what lives of the livers,

Giving what gives of the givers,

Shivering the shiver of shivers,

Delivering delivery delivers.

-Hermit King-

Judah Bibi

Oh Bibi, our friend, and a warrior king, in the world's complex dance, yours makes our hearts sing.

They say you’re a fighter, the name on the wind,

But in God's mighty tower, more mastery than spinned.

You're the guardian of family, of friend, and of state,

In your eyes, a swift spark, in your heart, Judah's fate.

You stand like a lion, fearless and proud,

In the chaos of nations, you've silenced the crowd.

They say men should hate you, and friend never be,

The protector you are, who defends to the sea

To lead with such power, such courage and might,

You rise up, undaunted, to defend what is right.

We know they don't get it, the world’s heavy hand,

But in you, dearest Bibi, we see truth to a man.

They throw stones in the shadows, they talk a big game,

But they can't touch the heart of this Benjamin's fame.

From deserts to towers, from temples to sea,

You guard every inch of your people’s decree.

To love you is knowing a fighter of old,

A hero whose spirit can never be sold.

So here’s to the courage, the battles you’ve won,

For the land that you cherish, for every last son.

I’d raise you a banner, a flag flying high,

For Bibi, the bold one, who reaches for why?

Though his critics may gather, let them talk, let them roar,

In the heart of this fighter, there’s so very much more.

And if they would hate us, let them give it a try,

For the bond that we share, they can’t ever untie.

Rise our friend Bibi, in glory's refrain,

We salute and will echo, every shout of your name.

For you are a fortress, unbroken, unbowed,

A leader unmatched, forever uncowed.

Oh, Bibi, our Bibi, from sea unto sea,

In your steadfast defense, you soon will be free.

Let the world turn in circles, let the critics all scorn,

But your heart beats in rhythms of ancients reborn.

So here’s to you, Bibi, our brother, and guide,

Through the wildest of storms, with you by our side.

For family, for friends, for nations so true,

There’s no better to stand with than Netanyahu.

-Hermit King-

Edits by Sean

Love for Snakes, Mice, and Rats

Seniors

Neighbors

Angels

Kids

Everyman

Salts

Mythical  Mystical  Mentors

Original   Organic   Optimists

Upbeat    Useful      Underdogs

Social     Spiritual   Supports

Exotic     Ethical      Educators

Rotton

Ass

Teen

Shits

-Hermit King-

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                         Illumined in sight

                    All transistors of a light

                   Ra’s eyes watch and close

                      Midpoint of the shift

                  Energy flows this the eye

                Mankind’s changing course

                           Biblical needles

          Divine dense transcendent space

                       Crossing over night

                                       ¤

                   Third eye wisdoms show

                 Resonance to hidden paths

                     Vision’s true embrace

                  We these conscious streams 

                  Cycles of the changling force

                           Negatives to pure

                 

                          In the eyes of Ma

                     Awake aligns to define

                         Human and aware

-Hermit King-

The Watchman 8/Ate

10:10 Made an 8

11:11 Made an 8

12:12 Made an 8

1:21 Made an 8

2:22 Made an 8

3:33 Made an 8

4:44 Made an 8

5:55 Made an 8

Then Home an' Ate

Ere The Devil's  

Dance The Gate

-Hermit King-

Left

It's not about ignoring it;

It's how much mankind bears,

Spinning it to smiles like

Our peaches split to pairs.

The obvious plays no longer,

Logic's left made quite obscure.

What had been once automatic

Leads now truly to the blur.

Truth we are now leaving;

We will no more sing their blues.

A lighter night is calling

For they who've seen the clues.

Ran to redness for an answer,

Held just short of its fierce fire.

With a new enlightened wisdom,

Found a leader not for hire.

My dreams are ever-changing,

My heart's true to this day.

If these Democrats are running,

I will vote for RFK.

-Hermit King-