THE HAUNTER AND THE HAUNTED- NAMELESS CALVARY

Something strong,
something strange,
as it approaches- its fierceness becomes stronger,
the conspiracy of sounds,
the harmony of virtual predators,

Although we ran for our dear lives,
At first we lay hidden in their busy caves,
the frivolous attention we got,
the haunter became the haunted,

Recalibrating the alignment of order,
nature shifted the course of events,
the chain of time.

they chased us,
desiring to have a piece of our flesh,
lusted after a nibble of our bold souls,
a taste of our blood will give them rest,
as if our death was sabbatical- their solace,
thus, learning these thoughts- we ran.

Where we took off?
Where we'll alight our fears?
Where we are?
Who's the predator?
If we are the prey?
If they'll stop at nothing to haunt us down?
This was our meditation,
as if we've seen our end.

Our burial hymn they sang as they roared,
dare to stop and be slain if you think it's just a dream.

Ultimately, death was a choice worthy of preference,
prioritizing graveyards; our bravery was cheep,
our skins, smoked under this reddish hot sun.

Vultures, Owls and Hyenas made us their stare,
Monkeys stalk us,
as we sweat out our fears- we looked 'take-away',  
we became the fulfilment of some passive prophecy,

Dinner is ready,
the lunch hails from our necks,
the fast-breaking of our bones,
the Lions will take our heads,
the Vultures won't share our eyes,
passive Eagles feeling too fresh,
although they didn't save us
yet they graved us.

Mighty were the fangs that approached our tender skin
and the sharpened claws that would feast on them,
they compassed us about,
a typical cycle of chefs,
knife-less butchers to the teeth.

'Ahem',
at the end,
their laps were in our wheels,
in their roles they'll queue,
taking their time,
taking their turn,
awaiting barbecues,
alarming asuns,
a trap was set,
a flap in each net,
none escaped,
except the Eagles that never stoop low.

So it was,
as we entered Mende Market,
as they patronized our goods,
we stood,
bravely as soldiers would at their post,
heralding our victory were our dog
consciously crushing their bones,
sucking out every marrow from impossible teeth-angles,
reminding us that we didn't haunt all alone.
the end.

Written By:
Nameless Calvary

TODAY I FELL- Nameless Calvary

T O D A Y- I fell,
Not like a Mango tree,
Not even the count of one to three.

T O D A Y- I fell,
Not in love with Jesus,
But into a depth of sin.

TEMPTATION came
With an atmosphere spiced the easiest,
With a sickle at hand,
Intending to pluck me,
Conspired with the availability of an object of time,
Using my lustful desire upon me
Thus, wanting to take me away.

My lust, the weapon,
My Crown, the aim,
Separating me from my Father and my God.
The deceiver, the cunning serpent,
awaiting my fall,

I am my catalyst,
I made it easier,
I came on board,
Drawn away by my lust,
To a place all alone,
Tossed my glory into outer darkness,
Dimming the light of my tender soul,

As a fool that was lured,
I craved for filth,
My father wouldn't let me,
Yet he graced me with freedom,
Not limiting my thoughts.

The act of today,
The scene,
A normal-narrow path,
To a throne of immorality,
My blindness in sight and feelings,
Couldn't see the pit,
Wouldn't feel the heat,
Only saw the hay laid across,
How naive I was,
My thoughts defending darkness,

From the distance,
The fire was cold,
The colour was blue,
The smoke were as sprayed powders,

But now, the closer i got,
It's appearance hanged,
I saw and felt the absence of deception,
I saw my fall,
Like a dream that dreamt true,
From a cliff of no clue,

Now, the aftermath
My nemesis,
The referee that blows by the rules,
Obviously a red Karma card,

Strayed consciences,
Perfumed with feelings of guilt,
My innocent intention,
My humble heart,
I broke my heart,
I wounded my soul,

Chaos without and within,
Now I have fallen,
Hidden in forbidden corners,
He stood- darkness was his robe,
From Calvary I fell,
Was it that the nails weren't firm enough?
Is the 'Blood Fountain' clotted?

Here I am,
For whatsoever predator lie in wait,
A junction I've never been to,
An island I never journeyed before,
An isle of sin,
A summary of my shame without the Blood,
Woe unto the flesh that gave in
and unto the nails that relief me,
Woe unto me for I fell,
and short of Grace so I helplessly drowned,

Nevertheless,
Here I am before your Throne of Grace,
With another tale of my prodigal life,
At your feet O' Lord I lay me down,
Seeking Mercy and finding Grace.

Into your hands I commit my Spirit, Soul and Body,
As I come in the volume of the Book written of me,
I withhold nothing from you,
I give my self away to you,
Unto a realm of Galatians 2:20,

The reason I fell,
The season I lusted after what desired my hurt,
The reason I became stronger in Grace,
The season I started manifesting Wisdom,
Today I fell,
Today I arose again,
With a sincere yearning to reach your heart,
With an urgent need to bring you to Calvary.

Written by:
Nameless Calvary

LOGICAL SHIFT- Nameless Calvary

It's all about the drugs we choose,
The drifting we experience from paired consciences,
The consciousness of the shift from our vocal skill,
Unto all piercing abilities to divide man's estimate for confession-
Being proficient in comparison to a far too near distant trait,
Indicated by prolific pens of emptied prowesses.
The vain disposition seeks the 'how' of it,
Such a concept having caved in oblivion,
Revealing mingling dialects of some certain unveiled hidings,
Nurturing an open range grip on such edifying points of shame.
Ignore the darkness that crept in unaware,
Remain stable in quaking paths,
Visualize how light does the pressing into an outer space by its clarity.
Gambling around a figured form,
Camping the inability to fathom the stewardship of darkness and light unto a faithful end.

Written by:
Nameless Calvary

Situation Analysis

Thoughts of a solid softened,

A banquet of stones,

A tale of a foam that was hardened,

A saga of biscuits becoming bones,

Worship the throne,

Idolize this sit made of gold,

The king from a distance ozone,

A sacred mystery we unfold,

Our focus shifts,

From the wits to the chaffs,

Ignoring ladders, journeying by lifts,

Behind the veil; he laughs,

Dear Lord! Miserable mortals are we,

How pathetic a situation you see,

Shift our focus and become our sight,

Let our eyes be flooded with light,

Now, on pleasant islands we camp,

Triumphant Hallelujah, to the Lamb,

At night, Our savior remains the Lamp,

By dawn, He's the Lion and the Lamb,

Often times we see,

Glorious harmony by a decree,

The wind of the trees,

The touch of the breeze,

The conscious alignment to doing His will,

The obvious assignment; a vacuum to fill,

The fulfillment of His Heart,

His Kingdom on earth.

Written By: Nameless Calvary

why we cry- Nameless Calvary

Autumn changes the season of plants,

Acting upon them with fading chants,

Root in withered galore, 

Loss of oxygen revealed by color,

Now, why we cry?

Not because we sniff in as we sigh,

Let alone the paintings from a lie,

Compose yourselves,

They comfort themselves,

This thing called tears,

This revelation of hurt from fears,

Isn't it like the water springs,

Why we cry?

This is why,

To make us see clearer,

A reminder of a cross bearer,

Try stopping to cry,

Show up in the rain,

We may believe the lie,

You will also hide the pain,

Every moment, Everyday,

Issues we fight,

No mortal will say,

hiding heaviness reveals the light,

Not positive, not optimistic,

Just fear in a new world of faith,

Some illusions may be futuristic,

Many times our ignorance the bait,

A sad face is good for the heart,

A world of mourning than dancing,

Piercing your consciousness with this dart,

Wisdom from a sober reflection enhancing,

Why do we cry?

How do we truly cry?

It's been yore,

The adage soon gone sore,

A proverb served with cold silence,

Fellow-feelings the odd license,

Tears of Joy,  tears of sorrow,

Does the heart truly knows the difference,

Pains evident to hail from the marrow,

The heart knows the true essence,

Why do we even cry?

When will we also fly?

If rapture could come now,

If we can find our Eden,

If our up will save their down,

If only they'll call us brethren,

Our eyes are out,

The reddish part of a fiery furnace,

Raindrops from our north to south,

Enlarging our hearts to a face of grace,

As we exodus from this mortal realm,

To Archippus a true and faithful gem,

Unto him who never drowned in misery,

Counsel him who unveils this mystery,

In the chronicles of pain,

On the tablet of our hearts,

All mortals engraved rain,

At first, we shiver on flooded paths,  

Why do we cry?

Why do we truly cry?

As a living poem by the Living God,

From a feeble heart to an edged sword,

This is our composure,

Our configuration,

The dimension we represent,

This fashion of our God,

And unto Him be this satisfaction,

To whom all is beautiful as an action,

To whom has laid this burden upon us,

To whom that sinned to love us gross,

Unto Him be our tears,

As they roll down our crystal eyes,

Let them ascend as incense ears,

Fulfill His prophecy that we realize,

Unto Him, unquestionable,

The One who was, who is and shall come,

From His Mercy seat; a Grace parable,

To whom our flaws; he sees none.

Why do we cry?

What a riddle we've not solved,

How small is our heart not to hold its pain,

Who soften our eyes as a weakling to tears,

This are unspoken speeches,

This are uncertain cliches,

Why do we cry?

Well, because we are happy or sad,

We can't be two at the same time,

This is a poem not a center for solving unsolved puzzles,

To know why, ascend to the Hills and ask our God,

This question I shall ask, a clippings from my mortal memory.

Written By:

Nameless Calvary

Babylon is Fallen- Nameless Calvary

~~»= B A B Y L O N  I S  F A L L E N =«~~

Babylon! Babylon!! Babylon!!!

A time of darkness for the sun,

A bloody season for the moon,

Fulfilling prophecies that He'll come soon,

Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen,

That great city, mortal's burden,

She makes all nations drink of the wine,

The wrath of fornication her maiden sign            

Babylon the great city is fallen,  

their thoughts of hell seem not burning,

It is become the habitation of devils,

The hold of every foul spirit in their levels,

A cage of every unclean bird,

Fulfilling the prophecies accurately said,

Come out of her, my people,

That you won't partake of her sins,

Now you know her woes so resist 'the apple',

Like the audience don't be part of the scene,

Her sins have reached unto heaven,

Her judgment shall come before seven,

And when you shall see her burning,

There'll be no shadow of turning,

Earth merchants weep and mourn sore,

No man buys their merchandise anymore,

Rejoice over her that Apostle and Prophet,

She's punished and her sun has set,

The cherub that covers,

The guardian angel that hovers,

Cut down, like a bolt of lightening,

Babylon shall be cast down,

They'll wonder "what's the happening?",

For like a boat she'll sink and drown,

And when the Sun of righteousness,

The Restorer from hopelessness,

With healing in his wings,

Shall whisper Holiness like He sings,

We shall experience His Presence,

The Edenic ambience reveals His essence,

Babylon, the realm of darkness,

Joy is lost, a world of sadness,

The 'works of the flesh' their virtues,

Hell is a real destination and very true.

Saviors shall arise out of Zion,

Nemesis of Babylon,

The timing is now for Holy Armageddon,

By His Glory, there is a rising soon,

Babylon will fall for we are their doom,

Sit, read about the prophecies as it looms,

Written By: Nameless Calvary

Confession- Nameless Calvary

We await thee, We are caged-free,

We operate, not in the range of time,

We create, eternity's material; the dime,

You.are weak, you are strong,

You've been sick, a time so long,

He was dumb,

Before His shearer; He kept silent,

Became our crumb,

to.the cross a bearer; our lifetime's garment,

His Word made Flesh,

The World made Fresh,

God as a mortal,

The.clay and the Portal,

The origin of grace,

The kingdom & economy of our race,

This is our communion,

The.revelation of a restored dominion,

Slave became sons,

Sons became servants,

He became our Lord,

The.High Priest of our lives,

The captain of our souls,

The arrow for our bows,

He was spoken to us,

A.prophecy fulfilled on the cross,

He is the 'it' we speak,

The consciousness of 'Spirit and Life',

To the seer; the vision,

To the Prophet; the prophecy,

To.the Poet; the poem,

Now, we speak,

Glory ordeal's the peak,

The mystery of a lamb that was lain,

The victory of a God from a mortal pain,

His Gospel reveals the root,

Paradox.of a sheep's attribute,

Mitrochondrion, Chromosomes,

The powerhouse of cells,

Our fist are made from foams,

Sure.Word of Prophecy foretells & forth-tells,   

Our future is the garden,

Our mouth's the gates of heaven,

The words we speak; the seed we sow,

To.heal our sick; to make us grow,

We believe, We speak,

We.receive, life, from the Spirit in the Spirit,

The Word works, walks, talks,

Don't stop talking it,

It opens locks,

Saving.us also from the pit.

Stick to it and you'll return with a testimony,

Align to this principle & your life will run in synchrony.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!!

Written.by:

Nameless Calvary