Job

“Shall mortal man be more just than GOD?  Shall a man be more pure than his maker?”  Job 4:17

By Elvira

Man                                         struggles                                 to gain
the Favor                                                                     of Abba
Some,                                                                                      because of their Nature
birth                                        Evil –
Others,                                                                        Good
the                   ever seeing                             Helios
knows                                      the Fields of
Actions                                    are sown;                                He
is NEVER FOOLED                   by Masks
worn                                        by ALL.

Our Snow                                is sooted                                              no matter
how hard we               try                                            to pick away
the Blackness.                                                                         But, we
can try
to achieve                               a modicum
of Purity.

We                                           See                                          ourselves
MORAL;
We                                           judge                                       ALL by OUR
Standards
Innocent men                          jailed
Murders                                  freed!
Only HE
Sees                                         the Rotted Heart,
the Wheel                               forever turns
carrying                                   Satan’s Spawn
to his Just Reward.

We                                           weep                                       because
EVIL                                         WINS:
but, as the Seasons,
Himself
Deposits
the Imp into
his
HADES!

June 1914

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“He disappointeth the devices of the crafty,  so that their hands cannot perform their enterprise”  Job 5:12

By Elvira

We                                     speak                                       in the Night
with                                         our Foolish deeds.
Thinking                                  Evil of others
plotting
plotting                                    to play Iago
and,                                               deceive                                    Himself
in Believing
We                                     are                                           Aphrodite, without
Jealousy

  1. Men only
    see                                           what we want
    them to.
    So, Iago                             becomes                                  Pan
    playing                                                his pipes
    catching                                  Othello unaware
    enticing                                   with lies:
    Destroying                               the Love for
    Desdemona
    Murder.                                                                             Of Love
    by Craft.

In the end,                                                                         Evil is undressed.
Justice                         comes.
We
Can not                                    Hide

June 2014

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“Is there iniquity in my tongue?  cannot my taste discern perverse things?” Job 6:30

By Elvira

Taste                           the White of
the egg —                                                                    it
fades                           as the Wind in
Summer.
Evil                                          wears                          a Mask.
It                                  comes                          gaily Dressed
full                                           of Promises —
ALL Our DESIRES                     Given!

Himself                                    promises:                    Struggle
Rejection
Pain —
until                                                                 one
accepts                        His POWER.

When Dorian Gray                  Smiles:                         he
is                                  forever Young,
and                                          goes                             on his Way
causing                        Evil.
Yet,                                                                              In the Nursery,
His Image                    is Corrupt.
His Mask                                 is Never removed,
but                                                                   HE
knows                          the truth.

We                                           ARE ALL                       members
of         the                                                       FALSE FACE society.
We                                           show                            what we want
the world                     to See,                                     Be it
good or
bad
We                                           ARE ALL                       Infants
in discerning                                                   the TRUTH.
Smiles                                      Hide                             knives
Tears                                       disguise                       happiness,
The Heart                                hurts,                           yet
it is                              the Mind
that                                          RRIGGERS                    them.

JUDGE                         as you Please
only                                                                 Himself
the Judge,
KNOWS.

July 2014

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What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him?  and thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?”  Job 7:17

By Elvira

Memories                                                                   The Cinema
we                               Create                         for good
or evil
Loved Ones                             Become                       Saints;
Adversaries,                                                                Devils
Nightmare Lives                      Fade,                           though
the Pain                                                           remains.

Those                                                                           who
Entered                       the Snake Pit,
Numbered                   by Wonder Drugs:
good / bad
for                   they
Fog                              Reality.

The Mind,                                Encased                       in Cotton
Released                     Pain:
but the
Scars                                        Remain.

the Animal                              Begs to be                   Maginfied,
as Mother Mary —
he                                            craves                          Attention
by                                                                    Whatever Force
there is
Swelling Up                 like a Toad,
he                                            Looks                           down
Thinking                      NOTHING
can harm                     Him:
Yet,                                                                              It ALL
ENDS.
For Dust
we                   ARE                              and
Dust
we                   WILL BE!

The Glass                                 Removed
reveals
a Creature                                                       no better
than                                         the Worm He
will be

Saints                                       become                       soil —
the Holy Mother,                                            Herself
turned                         to dirt.

Magnification:
Little
Person,
Little
PEBBLE.

July 2014

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“For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing,  because our days upon earth are a shadow”  Job 8:9

By Elvira

All of our tomorrows              ARE                              but Dreams —
unprocessed                celluloid –
unwritten                    scripts
waiting                                    for the Author
to awaken, to put                    Pen to paper.
For                               Good,
or Bad.
they are unmade.

Faded memories                     ARE                              our Keen:
rewritten                     to suit
Our Vanities.                                                               We
reveal                          what we want
the World to know!

Masks,                                                                         we
wear:
for our Dance
on Earth.                     Keeping                       Pain
inside.
To Reveal —
is                                  to Become Sky Clad:
leaving                                    Nothing unsaid
And, Existence                         will NOT
Permit It!

Yesterday                                can be rearranged      to
promote                      Function, in
a World,                                                                      where the Box
is                                  SUPREME!

So, Quiet Child
Shy Child
do NOT Unwrap          your Soul —
for       You
ARE
the ONLY
PROTECTOR.

May 2014

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“But ye are forgers of lies  ye are all physicians of no value.”  Job 13:4

By Elvira

  1. We
    don                              our masks with the
    Sun.                                                                 Melpomese and Thalia —
    each                            hand                            a face: comedy/tragedy;
    as Hedwig                                                       we “
    put                               on our make-up”
    that                              drives                          the Day.

Sister Muses                toy                               with our inner self.
leading                                    to what WE
WANT                          others
to see.
Iago                             KNEW                          a smile
trumps                         truth EVERY TIME.

Othello                        had                              NO chance!
Wisdom                       can be                         fooled —
a Pretty face —
always IS                     the Victor —
even, as Evil                Seeps                           from every Pore!

Man                             troubles NOT               to
See                  beyond
the Surface:
The Evil One                is conning:
the Sirens                    ALWAYS GET their MAN.

As pilgrims                                                      the Earth,
they must        NOT FALL.
Deaf                            to pleas
Deaf                            to cries
the ONLY VOICE
to be heard
is                                  HS
Let NOT                                                           the confusion
of                                 the World
Drown
the Internal
CALL

July 2014

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“The waters wear the stones:  thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth;  and thou destroyest the hope of man”  Job 14:19

By Elvira

The River                                 churns
Eating                          the Bed it
Rests on.
As stones                                                                     in the sand,

He                                can NOT
stop                             the Raging Waters.
Though he                               swims,                         the Rapids
ARE                              stronger
than the Flesh.
So,

We                                           can NOT                      stop Time.
It                                              flows                            of its own
consonance.
Human                                                travail
to dam
is Damned.
No
self-produced
self-created                                                                 barrier
can block                     it:
the END
always
Comes.

Monoliths                                crumble,
Thoughts                                 disappear                    in the Air —
ALL                              is                                  Fragile.

The Unseen
The Unknown              grasps                          the Soul
and                  makes                          if His —
and
FORGIVES                    the Fragility
of
Man.

July 2014

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“They grope in the dark without light,  and he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.”  Job 12:25

By Elvira

The light                turns on                                   as we near the door.
no switch                                                               no human movement
Progress.

The Light               always, shines.                        We
close                                        our eyes
because of Brightness;                                          Some
wear                                        Dark gasses =
ARE                                          they Vampires,
Children of the Night?
Encased                                   in denial,
they                                   Wish Not                                 to see
the Obvious.

  1. This
    is                                              the World.
    Small Patches                                                                    of Brilliance
    break                                       through –
    the Poem is Born
    the Canvas filled
    he                          Rules:                                      Claws
    ripping                                     Goodness –

Yet,                                                                                    We
FIGHT                                      Each day.
whether,                                                                we know or
NOT
Some                                 Drown                                     in the Battle:
their Souls                                                             FRAGIL
to the               Crushing                                  Evil,
disguised                                 as: Friendship
Love
Amenability
Bones,                               Scattered                                 on Planet Earth
NO ONE           caring, KNOWING                   what takes Place

“Buck up:
“Smile”                                    all Panaceas
First Aide
that                                    “help”                                      in the
short run.

  1. Darkness                                                               This
    makes                                      men trip on
    their Evil way.                                                 Light
    KILLS                                        them!

What Light?
Whose Light?
Apollo, himself
CAN NOT
alone
Pierce                                      the Darkness.
the UNNAMED                                                      the UNSEEN
breathes                                  and,
the Glory
Provides
the LIGHT.

July 10, 2014

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“And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:”  Job 19:26

By Elvira

And, the eyes                          Closed

Silence.                                                                                    Darkness of
the Mind.

Llantos                                                                                     from the Family
And,
one                                          throws                                     himself over the
Shell.

“SILENCE!”                                                                              Said I.

The Light                                 Comes (?)                                or,
is it Light?
Dead id Dead                          is                                              DEAD.
There
IS                                             no Journey
BACK!

Forward,                                                                                  Forward —
No Legs                                                                                   but,
movement.

All Actions                               mimic                                      life —
that Trap of
Gravity —
This                                          Is                                              the
FOREVER:
Bodiless                                   grasping                                  for the VOICE.

On Earth:                                                                                 UnSEEN
only to the
Insane              and                                                                  Poets
the FACE:                                                                                 Undescribable
for       Words
are but                                                Symbols
for the Uninitiated.

G—d                                        accepts                                    the Wormed Flesh
of         the Righteous –

But,
Who are They?

Only                                                                                         the ONE
KNOWS.

We POORLY                                                                            Guess.

July 2014

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“How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! And how oft their destruction upon them! God distributeth sorrows in his anger.”  Job 21:17

By Elvira

They                                        Danced                                    in their home
uncaring                                  for it
was built                                  of Brick.
They                                        counted                                   their gold —
their sheep
their children —
singing                                     Praises to the God
of Fortune
and . . .

The Waif                                 looked
Unfed
Ragged Clothed,
Eyes
begging                                   for Relief.

The Drapes                              closed.

Where                                     is                                              the Mercy
the Charity?
The Rich Man                          Gave                                        his tomb
to save                                     disgrace —
The Poor Man                         gave                                        his coat
to clothe                                  the Stranger . . .
and

I                                               wanting
to be worthy
FAIL                             to give the
Last Piece of
Bread —
For My Hunger                        Trumps                                    a Stranger’s!

Shameful,
Seeking                                    Redemption
Self destroyed                         is the Ego
For                                                                                           that is the
only
Way.
yet . . .
Gravity                                                holds                                        the Body.
but
Redemption
comes NOT!

Wandering,
Wandering,
Self Loath
Finds                                        Its Target.
for Inner Heart                        Bleeds                                     for ALL.

Pull Me, Push Me
But, Let ME
GO!
OBLIVION                                IS                                             SAFER
Than    HERE.

“Three Person God”                                                                You
“HAD                                       ME at
HELLO”
But Let ME
SERVE                                      this sentence
in PEACE~
I’ve                                          GIVEN
‘til Dry —
So . . .
Let                                           ME
DIE

July 2014

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“Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!”  Job 23:3

By Elvira

Search                                                                                           No Computer needed.
the Soul
longs                                        for the Answer —
for the Question
looking                                    in divergent Places:
Drug
Sex
Prayer
Murder
to quench                                the Eternal Thirst.

The Journey                                   starts                                       as a parasite;
ends                                         as Bones
pulverized to grit;
for Those                                                                           who truly SEEK,
It                                  is                                              Torture: hermit
penitent
poet
philosopher.
No PhD NEEDED

Others:                                                                              the Ride
is                                              the Thing!

Phantasmagoric.                                                               NO NAME —
only Symbols –

Anthropomorphized,                                                                     because
that is ONLY
understood.

Jesus, Allah
Odin
Mazda                                                                         the NANE
MATTERS NOT
only                                                                                               the Process
the Pull
the Desire
to do                                        THE RIGHT
THING
leads                                        to
the Mighty
Seat of
Scone:
Only a symbol                                                                               of
Majesty

August 2014

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“For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me: Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face”  Job 23:16-17

By Elvira

Open Eyes                               searching                                for redemption.

Darkness                                 descends:                                just as the
Veil
Rips!
Forever                                    walking                                    forward
awaiting                                  the UNSEEN.

Heart                                       torn,
grieving                                   for misdone Deeds
pleading                                  for sanctuary;
Anthropomorphized                                                                the Godhead
cradles                                                his Children:
Forgiving                                 David
Israel
after                                        paying                                     their Debts:
the ONLY SIN
UNFORGIVEN
is                                  Repudiation!

Soft Soul                                                                                  you
will see                                    Brilliance
as                                 the Maze
Departs.

July 2014

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“Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight.”  Job 25:5

By Elvira

The Veil                                   Rent.
Daylight                                   became                                   Dark.
Moans                                     heard.
Swoons                                    occurred.
Listening
Listening,
the God Head
examined                                His Work.
“It is Finished”
Evil slithers                              under its Rock
(But NOT for Long)                                                                 It Laughs.
River Jordan
Floods.

Sun, Moon                               Shamed                                   to disappear.
ALL CREATION
UNPURE.
That Day.                                                                                 (How Many TIMES!)
Every Day.

Yet,                                                                                          his Creation
continues                                 the Journey
to                                             find                                          his Place
in Eternity.

He “Blessed”
by the Dark One                      creeps
slithers                                                home:
Reincarnation
Hades
Inferno
knowing                                   the Price
of their conjoinment                                                   is          Ice
Coldness
Numbness

Darkness.
Breeder
of                                             Pernicious
No Moon
No Sun
can Resuscitate.
Only
HE.

August 2014

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“By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent”  Job 26:13

By Elvira

He                                crawled.
the Deceiver.
Waiting,                      tongue
Rended by
his Nature.
Once,                                                               a Prince —
the Most Loved                                   of Heaven —
Mow,                           slithering                     on the Fetid
ground,
growling,
growling
like the
Evil he                         IS!

He                                Looks                           at the Heavens,
a Home           Denied                         him
Eyes                             looking
looking                                    for what Once
was                              Paradise.
Now.
The Coldest of
Places: Home.

He                                lies
Changes
Benign                         is                                  his Mien
we                               ARE                              Forever fooled.
Beauty
Smile
Pleasant voice,
actions
we                               are                               TOO busy
to look                         beneath

The Mask                                was Created
to Strengthen
Man;                                                                to let him
see                               the Light
in the
Dark.

August 2014

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“When I looked for good, then evil came unto me:  and when I waited for light, then came darkness”  Job 30:26

By Elvira

Forever, WE                               SEARCH                                                for goodness:
This World,                                                         We
know                     Belongs to
THE DARK ONE.

Each Day,                     a struggle                            to
combat                                 the
UGLINESS of Our Soul.
Some,                                           overwhelmed,                  Choose
To Follow             the         Easy Path.
For it is Easier                                                             to become Ophelia
and                        Lay                         our Bodies
In the River.

Others                                          Combat —                            with
Ecru Hearts                                                                 to Rid
The Magnet of                  “the Breaking Bad”

So, Poverty                                                 rather than theft
Chains                                                   rather than Murder
for the End Result
may not Be                         Freedom
But
Imprisonment                                                           of Soul and
Body.

For, one                       cannot Run                         away
From                                     Destiny:
Atlas                                              becomes                             Our Father –
and
we carry on.

March 2014

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