AN EMOTIONAL SHIELD: The Knave Vs Achillies Heal:

ECCE HOMO:

A Hero’s coat of armour shields
a heart grown cold, then loving wields
a mortal blow to wounds that bled
and wrapped around his heart instead.

The enemy’s coat of armour shields
a heart of stone, no loving wields
a bitter blow to Knaves that fed
upon that Easter Knight thought dead.

The Warrior’s coat of armour shields
a heart of gold, so love did Heal
and saved the Knight whose SOUL was said
to be Immortal in the Spirits HE led.

And the Philosopher’s Stone
is Our SUN.
It’s White-Star core’s White-hole
Tunnel of Love Rays can now begin
to penetrate our Atmosphere
and find us Dear Spirits, at last. XXX

Lots of Love
Sibyl Carole Xxx

SCIENCE & MYSTERIOUS RELIGIOUS TIME-WARPED ERAS:

A MOMENT IN SPACE-TIME And Just Enough Warp To Squeeze It In Before It’s Too Late.

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF EASTER and The Only Choice Free-will Has
What comes next is taken from The Bible… I’ve added I BEG YOU.

Once to every man and Nation
comes a moment to decide
in the strife of truth with falsehood
for the good or evil side.

Some great cause like CHRIST in Jewry
offering each the bloom or blight
parts the goats upon the left hand
and the sheep upon the right.

I BEG YOU
Don’t let this blight go on forever
twixt the darkness and the light.

Lots of Love
SIBYL CAROLE & CO.   A Biblical quote.

THAT EXTRA FACTOR’S X CALLED LOVE & EMPATHY:

This Poem is the SADNESS I FEEL OVER BLIND-FAITH SILENCES VERSUS COSMIC ARMAGEDDON AND BIBLICAL EXPLANATIONS that are, at least, worth INVESTIGATING XXXxxx
Once LOST in the MYTHS of Time gone By… Now I Know why… They were Vilified.

NEW BEGINNINGS:

I look around at Helplessness, so in my heart I know I’m blessed
but in our little world I too feel just as Helpless as you do.

I look around at what I see, so in my heart I’d set you free
but in our little world I too feel just as frightened as you do.

I look around and know the end, so in my heart I need a friend
but in our little world I know that they along with me must go

to the extreme, before lies seam can be undone, so every one
can start again, to get it right, this can’t be done without a fight.

Then friend and foe will have to know another scheme, reality’s seam
before I look around again, so in my heart our Heavenly chain

can’t be undone , so every one who knows they’re blessed, with Love interest
and peace of mind with Guardians Kind, within our new beginnings nest.

Lots of Love from someone who found out she was a
FREE SPIRITED ANXIETY EMPATH as well as being a SIBYL
SIBYL Carole X

THE SCENT OF THE SEASONS Perfumes The Air:

The Seasons Care:

The Summer sees the garden flowers
sparkle like jewels in-between the showers
that lift the spirits of passers by

Spring played her part after Winters’ lie.

They are not dead the Autumn said.

The Summer sees the trees of green
shelter the creatures that come on the scene
that lift the spirits of passers by

Spring played her part after Winters lie.

They are not dead the Autumn said.

We rest instead the Seasons said.

At least for a while Spring said with a smile.

Lots of Love
SIBYL Carole Xxx

FINDING A FORMAT That’s Easy To Read & Digest:

Each post’s a journey that winds it’s way through my mind’s quest.

Empathy: Why did it start with rhyme in writing’s beating heart.

Like music as a rhythm plays upon my senses where it stays.

Until emotional feelings know why understanding words that flow through rhapsody’s sweet sounding score brings knowledge never gleaned before.

Affinity: Will find new ways to mend the heart when music strays

With rhythms sensed, some felt, I hear it’s words of comfort very clear.

From kindred souls like minds comment on how I’ve gained the energy sent to urge me on until it’s fled… This heartache in my soul and head.

Lots of Love of the heart felt kind that’s meant to sooth the Emotional Mind.
SIBYL Carole Xxx

AFTER MY BRAIN TRAUMA UNBALANCED EQUILIBRIUM’S ANXIETY:

I dIdn’t seem to have an inner compass so I had to try hard to memorize routes.  I was feeling lost like I do in my nightmares and dreams.
I was Urged to Keep going, Keep going, Please cope, Please cope!

My navigation skills
leave a lot to be desired
I took a trip across the Mersey
and got lost within inspired.

I couldn’t find my bearings
The map I had…which way
Should I turn the map with me
Couldn’t find my route’s display.

All the land-marks of the past
somehow got lost behind giants that cast
a spell that hid them because they’re there
on my map, they are, I swear.

A new map please so I can see
architectural new sites familiarizing me
so the panic that I felt
will with confident explorations melt.

Suffering from vertigo and claustrophobia
And orientation’s agoraphobia
I was glad to see the bustling throng
I asked the way knowing I belong.

I’ll make my own maps so my mind
won’t get lost in landscapes redesigned
Starting from my own blank page
clear land-marks map each memory’s landing stage.

Lots of Love and HAPPY MEMORIES help me keep going as I Cope
Sibyl Carole Xxx

THE WEAVER OF THE WORLD WIDE WEB OF LIFE: The Fates & Destiny:

SOCIAL COSMOLOGY ALGORITHMS’ THEISMS Were  Never Meant T o Cause Such TRUE CRIMES OF PASSION.

THE FATES & DESTINY: Clotho, Lachesis & Atropos

The weaver of the World Wide Web of Life

Who spins folk yarns with coded textures strife

That were meant through touch, sight, smell and sound

To connect the fibres to our senses now profound

Had to cut his own Clotho to suit HIS lost Kin

So that those in touch with the Spirits could begin

To redress each seem of laddered needling dread

By picking up dropped chain links and following life’s thread.

So, goodbye atrophy, Lachesis’ Destinies have begun

On behalf of Atropos’s Superhero, COSMIC SUPERMAN.

JOHN EMMANUEL ZEUS ZZZ

Because it’s True I thought of you and penned this rhyme
in code

Lots of Love
Sibyl X

MELANCHOLIA’S SADNESS:

Writing down my thoughts in rhyme I’ve found to be very therapeutic.
It’s been enlightening finding out what I think.

Sanctuary
My mind’s been weeping
Melancholy
feelings deepening
Perish the thought
of public speaking
In verse
my communication lies.

Poetic licence
aids my writing
Poetic justice
finds a spark igniting
facets of my mind
vocabulary delighting
in the written words
ANXIETY’S voice denies.

So
Going with the flow
of the status quo
while limiting the friction
caused by undercurrent’s tow
Key anchors help to stop the torrent
of destruction’s blow
Mind’s buoyancy accomplished
feels the ebbing of each foe.

Otherwise I’m very Sociable and can be chatty while feeling I’m really only trying to seem normal so I can join in with nice friendly people whom I’ve known for years who don’t really know me at all and that includes Beloved Family members. I do know what Love, affection and Empathy is because those feelings are STRONG in me.

Lots of Love through Golden Silence’s Empathy & Affinity
even if it’s only the Atmosphere that appreciates it XXX
Sibyl X

THE APOCALYPTIC TREE Of Good And Evil Branches Surviving In Purgatory:

AFFLATUS POEM:

Forgiveness and unconditional Love’s often Personal and Family Life Destroying Heartache Commitments…
Attributes of The GOOD in Heaven and Earth:

According to my Source’s Atonement Revelations…

Because, after Ragnarok
all that was left in Pandora’s box
was HOPE.

Do as you would be done by
many times back stabbed…Defeat
Turn the other cheek, and repeat, and repeat
FUTILITY as Rage replaces greet.

XX-I, XY-I, Goodbye ID YY

Do as you would be done by grew
into an X-MASS’S Prayers coming true
Planetary Systems know what to do
to give each what each Needs
Mind-Mapping?…True.

Destination, journey’s start
When the gas cloud’s ready
EVIL minds depart
via a black-hole’s ghost train
called Acheron…instead of transmigrating.

For the rest of Humanity to come & go
there are Father Christ-Masses COSMIC Grottoes…
The SUN’s White-hole Tunnels of LOVE. XXX
NIRVANA
Starlight appears as our life here is ending
enveloped in feelings of Bliss as we’re wending
This time is Golden and Peace has begun
Heaven’s been earned and Utopia WON
And were appropriate…Until we meet again XXX

Lots of Love
Sibyl X

FINDING A FORMAT That’s Easy To Read & Digest:

AFFLATUS POEM:
Each post’s a journey
that winds it’s way through my mind’s quest.

Empathy
why did it start
with rhyme in writing’s beating heart.

Like music
as a rhythm plays
upon my senses where it stays.

Until emotional feelings know
why understanding words that flow
through rhapsody’s sweet sounding score
brings knowledge
never gleaned before.

Affinity
will find new ways
to mend the heart
when music strays

With rhythms sensed
some felt
I hear
it’s words of comfort
very clear.

From kindred souls
like minds comment
on how I’ve gained the energy sent
to urge me on
until it’s fled
This heartache
in my soul and head.

Conclusions I’ve come to:

I’ve now decided that I don’t care
about critics in charge of rules & regulations
governing emotive, personalized art-forms.
Even if only the author reaps it’s therapeutic benefits
it’s worth it.

I know from experience
rhyme in writing helps memory retention
similar to music and songs that fill a void
and speaks to us & for us.
Therefore
there’ll be more rhyme in writing etc. from me.

Lots of Love
Sibyl X