VIOLENCE TO DEATH.

THE WILD INHABITANTS IN MY UNFURNISHED ROOM STILL LURK,
FURIOUS FEET PACING, INCARCERATED MINDS SPEWING WRATH.
THEN, DARKNESS TO DARKNESS CALLS, INVITING MALICE
MY PARCHED WELL NOW RISING WITH TROUBLED WATERS.
IF I WERE TO INVITE A SINGLE HUMAN GOD;
THERE TO OVERPOWER AND DRINK HIS ENERGY.
AWAIT HIS CHILDREN; TRAP THEM IN THEIR STRONG ROOM.
WOULD THEY ABANDON FALSENESS, TRY TO CALL MY MERCY
PERHAPS HOPING I WILL TURN, FILL MY HEART WITH MERCY.
YET I CANNOT OFFER FALSE HOPE TO DYING SOULS.
DON’T THEY KNOW? HAVE NONE IN YOUR WORLD UNDERSTOOD
WE THE VIOLENT WILL SWALLOW ALL WHO CLOSE EYES TO THE CHRIST.
WHO EXALT YOUR OWN IMAGE BEFORE GODS 'MAJESTIC DOOR’
FOR WE HAVE DEMONIC LICENCE TOO.

CHRISTOPHER LEE
POEM AMENDED AND RE-WRITTEN FROM MY BLOG

MY LOVE FOR YOU, IT FLOATS
TO REST UPON A FEATHERED CLOUD
THAT’S GENTLY CARRIED BY A BREEZE
TO HEIGHTS NEVER SEEN IN THE DREAMS OF MAN
THERE IT MOVES STILL SEEKING REST
NOW CRADLED BY NURTURING HANDS
INNOCENT ANGELS GASP IN AWE
AND GAZE UPON THAT NOT SEEN BEFORE
A MORTAL’S LOVE SO BLINDING BRIGHT
IN PASSIONATE AND DESPERATE EMBRACE
NOW MY LOVE IS DRAWN TOWARD ITS OWN
ANOTHER PLACE OF REST IT’S FOUND
AND NEXT TO THE SLEEVE OF GODS ROBE
MY LOVE FOR YOU RESTS....
a poem by christopher lee……16-38 pm……24-12-2006

From the deepest recesses of earths dark burrows
I hear the distant cry of a fallen angel
A deep-throated sad melody of despair squeezed through twisted lips
Twisted through centuries of evil speech flowing from a foaming heart
Yet through some occurrence that heart is granted a moments of quiet
And the gushing melody flows freely, embracing regret
'Oh why' asks that dead spirit 'did I cast my lot with the fallen'
'Abandoning the glory of a heavenly body for this black form'
'For a split moment my heart was raced by the reckless freedom of the Prince’
'That self-glorified dashing Cherubim with the enchanting smile’
‘One who became so drunk with the beauty of his own image’
‘Yet so soon transformed into a flaming dragon, spitting curses after defeat.
‘And yet, should I now protest, for up till then was redemption made available’
‘Still I remember the entreaties of the 24 elders, the warning from the Throne’
Then the rusted spirit gives off a deranged laugh of unbelief
And turns its vile body, eyes bulging in horror; for this is its forever
A deep flowing well of hatred and rebellion arises suddenly from within itself.
And once again the fallen angel is ‘at peace’ Trancelike in its bitter state
Foul boiling anger aimed not at heaven, but secretly toward the Dragon
And also toward the children of God, although it would seek mans loyally
Then its time for the eternally dead spirit to move on
For work must be done. Even the living dead have targets to reach
So it continues on its filthy course, oozing vileness, the fragrance of hell
Touching whomever it can reach, especially those without the Blood
This is its profession, now old, until the Return
Where it will be flung into an ocean of brimstone,
Its everlasting reward for destroying Gods own
And as I hear the tormented melody fading away; I cry
Not for the angelic reject, but for those of flesh already lost
The pain being too much for me I sink into a melancholic state……C.L

PLEASE RATE THIS POEM OUT OF TEN

The sun rises over a little zulu girl as she twists and turns
Stamping the earth with her bare feet to arouse a thousand spirits
Yet there is a cry in her heart which no one can hear
A cry to her ancestors to awaken them from their sleep
Now she sings a song as she gazes at the ground
'How much longer do i have to dance and sing'
The crops have failed and the clouds bring no rain
Our cattles' survive on dry cobs
Wearing their skin like loose fitting robes
Even the babies we bear no longer bring joy
Because the burden to feed them grows heavier each day
We've fed you with the choicest cuts and given you brew
Still we have to cry out to you to show us the way'
And that zulu girl awaits a response
As her song travels into the unknown
The labourers who return home from their task
See her little form dancing in the dark.