Ascension Poetry

[gemlove]

When I fell into darkness
He called me to the light,

When I lay naked
He came to me with white sheets,

When I was sick
He nursed me with his blood,

When I was hungry
He offered me his soft fruits,

When I was cold and dying
He carried me to the Sun.

[Orsbore]

the first part comes first
everything has a reason
nothing has a point

[johnclayton]

by John McDonald

You keep us down you keep us dumb, you keep
us poor and from the one above,
But that you cant touch and you cant hide,
so you fear now for the change of tide,
now your running and trying to create diversion,
but in your way we are averting,
unlike you we are not prejudice,
no higher or lower you are the same as us,

Consider this you rule mankind, the fish in the sea the birds and the trees,
consider this you dont rule the sun, the moon the stars or the breeze,
consider this we are all part of one, like the cells in your body made out of love,
consider this, we are all trying to elevate our souls to fly with the dove,


we know its not fair as we know what youve done,
all of these years you ruled with the gun,
you have killed millions yet you say life is sacred,
but behind your kabbal you patiently waited,
you plotted and schemed for your own special needs,
we know long ago how you planted the seeds,
by changing our history our present and our future,
but this is our story our memories and our culture

Consider this you rule mankind, the fish in the sea the birds and the trees,
consider this you dont rule the sun, the moon the stars or the breeze,
consider this we are all part of one, like the cells in your body made out of love,
consider this, we are all trying to elevate our souls to fly with the dove,


now like so many i'm speaking my mind,
i've been seeking my foes who i never could find,
Ive had help along the way from others that care,
but a lot of my help came floating through air,
you'll never guess how i came across your crimes
but i'll reveal the answer lies, with the divine,
i see the light that will shine on us all,
and now is the time, your kingdom will fall.


Consider this you rule mankind, the fish in the sea the birds and the trees,
consider this you dont rule the sun, the moon the stars or the breeze,
consider this we are all part of one, like the cells in your body made out of love,
consider this, we are all trying to elevate our souls to fly with the dove,

[EcyaC]

WE ALL ASCEND(ED)!
In order to ascend, some things must end...


It was meant to be, I can guarantee;
If you are here, you are an appointee;

Life does not get to be an absentee;
Here, we are an omniscient retiree;

With all knowledge, there is no feeling free;
Knowing everything, here, just cannot be;

There will always be something new to see,
when we believe we live eternally;

Our existence is like that of a tree;
There are some things we, now, cannot foresee;

There is reason we cannot all agree
we all ascend like water in a sea.

[EcyaC]

Do we all come with one, perfect, soul-mate?
Is there no getting around being bait?
If there is only love, how can one hate?
For Destiny, can one ever run late?
How can every single Now not be fate?
Can Time ever have too much on it's plate?
Does anything ever have a birth date?
How can things progress at a better rate?
How can it be better to stay sedate?
Was hell on Earth caused by something eve ate?
Can God fail to perceive everything straight?
Is everything something we should collate?
Can our souls be the eternal estate?
If there can be no err, why get irate?
Can a higher power ever relate?
Are there some things we will never translate?
Can every speck of matter be ornate?
There is no matter not to desecrate?
How can one compound ever conjugate?
No thing can ever, truly, separate?
Every last thing which happens, I dictate?
Can the gravity of thoughts act like weight?
Is there just one being which can create?
Can one begin without an empty slate?
Do you travel the road called Figure-Eight?
Or do you go on the path we named Straight?
Is Time required, to have a debate?
Does Time always feel like this current state?
Can the next moment get any more great?
If Time is endless, must we, always, wait?

[Apophis]

Ancient NGHs align! Path of cosmic design.
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings don't
need no diamonds to shine. Yes, the reason
for the season. Ornamented, divine. Coded
language of the mystics with my fist
in the sky.

Keep your head up. We represent the
real, my NGH. Dead up. Book of the
Dead. History bled. This NGH fed up.
Led us to despair, some into prayer,
and they won't let up until they got us
worshipping them false gods instead
of the realness.

God of the streets. My NGHs feel this. We
nod our heads and worship through beats.
Go 'head and kneel. It's the love that makes
the cipher complete. And it's displayed
through the way the bass line marries the beat.


From the book THE DEAD EMCEE SCROLLS by Saul Williams

[Apophis]

Time is money. Money is time.
So, I keep seven o'clock in the
bank and gain interest in the
hour of God. I'm saving to buy
my freedom. God grant me wings.
I'm too fly not to fly. Eye sore
to look at humans without wings.
So, I soar. And find tickle in the
feather of my wings. Flying
hysterically over land. Numerically,
I am seven mountains higher than
the valley of death, seven dimensions
deeper than dimensions of breath.



From the book THE DEAD EMCEE SCROLLS by Saul Williams

[Apophis]

I exist like spitfire which you call the sun,
try to map out your future with sundials. But
tic toc technology can not tic toc me. I exist
somewhere between tic and toc. Dodging it like
double-dutch. Got me living double-time. I was
here before your time. And my heart is made of
the quartz crystals that you be making clocks out
of. And I be resurrectin every third, like tic tic
Sha Clack Clack.

No, I won't work a nine to five, 'cause
I'm setting suns and orange moons and
my existance is this . . . still, yet ever moving.
And I'm moving beyond time. Because time
binds me it can set me free and I'll fly when
the clock strikes me, like yah, yah, Sha Clack
Clack.


From the book THE DEAD EMCEE SCROLLS by Saul Williams

[EcyaC]

AsceNsioN

Everything I say is not, always, a projection.
What all you see in the world is NOT my reflection.

Two single beings make up my total complexion.
Anything evil you see was NOT my selection.


Thanks to the separation there can be connection.
There will be a time when we will NOT need protection.

We find out the culprit, thanks to the resurrection.
There will soon be no way to avoid transformation.

[Beardedsage]

When old words hold new meaning and the sun speaks in whispers of change,

The spinning snake elevates to the sky and leaves behind all it ever was, for it has always been what it is to become,

This wisdom permeates every fibre of the natural order Of disseminated oneness,

Choose to shed your skin and become your higher self.