Mystic Poet

“A VAMPIRE’S STORY!” Dec. 1, 2018 – Saturday

It is December, Friends – so gather around,
Fires-of-Contentment, where-legends-abound:
FOR-in-Palestine* – millenia ago?
There lived some zombies – This we know,
From ancient texts – and O(au)ral tradition,**
A guy named HARRY (Joe) – and (his) Mimara, in submission!
The Romans then, in days gone by,
Had-subdued The Vampire/Zombie cry!
So, in late-December, of each year,
(They)-required-The-DEAD-CRAWLERS – to-crawl-over-“here,”
To EVIL SALEM, for to vote,
And-pay-ZOMBIE TAXES: a 3 pound note!
So-when December came, the trek began,
Harry-Joe-and-Mimar – [little] girl, old man,
Both ETERNAL – and hungry – for blood and for brains,
And this little tale, sort-of explains,
What really happened – at THE INN – right there,
In Jeru-SALEM – it – wasn’t much fair,
For even the dead ones, they need a room,
“Go lie in THE STABLES – with – The Dogs of Doom!
So Yoseph and Mimari (which basically-means: Bitter),
Went to The Stables, to sleep with a litter,
Of werewolves! and-also-ghosts-goblins – and JACK,
A poor, shepherd boy, who really did lack,
Mental resources – to -avoid being bit,
By-Mima (sheโ€™s-just-about-seven!) who-for-him was-a-โ€hit,โ€
And the two of them – SLEPT! On the 24th, OY!
Vey! Very-nice! and The Heavens did glow,
With a HALLOWEEN AURA, for this we-kinda-know:
That Alien Hordes came to visit that night,
To commission Young Jack, to-be-a-savior! All right!
And Jack, known as “J,” from that fateful night on,
With Mima-and-Harry-Joe – he left; they were gone!
They went off to Cairo,*** and, all over the place,
Biting-and-subduing – The Whole Human Race!
J-was-in-his-30’s(?) and (remember?) Mimmy’s-about-SEVEN,
And Joseph-went-to-America – to a place called Heaven,
or – “Paradise” (Pennsylvania) and became The Head,
Of-a-Vampire/Zombie-Group – called: The Grateful Dead,
And Mim and her J-Jay – lived happily ever after,
Eventually-got-to-Texas**** -became-Jews!-and-โ€Jay’sโ€-a-“crafter,”
And Mim(?) She does hand-i-crafts, comforters and shawls,
And, at night, the young couple – slithers and crawls,
And finds lots of fun – and-โ€œevilโ€ *****-things to do,
WELL! (pause) THAT’S-OUR-TALE (pause)
MINUS-A-NAIL-OR-TWO!!****** ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa! Yeah!

fin โค

* – Texas?
** – in more ways than ONE!!
*** – Egypt, that is!
**** – in The U. S. A., I think!
***** – NOT REALLY โ€œevil;โ€ just kinda โ€œkinky!!โ€
****** – AND ! – If-you-wanna-kill-an-undead-person – with-a-nail! – – – Go for The Heart (I guess !) โ€˜Cause-piercinโ€™-hands-and-feet – NEVER ! end-a-vampireโ€™s-tale !! ๐Ÿ™‚ -Heh, heh, heh !
“Bite a Facebook Rep. today! Avoid the holiday rush!!” The Mystic Poet



Jesus Message.
As I look upon the ones who I created with love abound, a tear reaches my eye as you reached a pathway of no return by choice. For let, it be known you were deeply buried in my heart of love yet you walked away and lost your place and chance to create worlds of love. The time draws near for me to say amen and life overflowing will take place for many, and then for more later after they have made a choice in conditions uncomfortable for themselves, but deepness in what they choose. You are my children and I give you love with life itself which is the same thing, all else is a movement away from it and to levels of pain you created. Breathe in that which I offer you or be knowing you had every chance with my backing. The new ways of the kingdoms to come you will shine so bright and I will feel every heart beat of your love within me. What my Father has awaiting you all will be to the highest and the most beautiful. Be strong in these days you live now so you can place your arm around many you have helped to reach this Heaven Awaiting.
I am overwhelmed yet so full of love and emotion, thank you, Lord for your words for they rest in my heart and float me through to the full awakening. In Jesus Name AMEN.
Luke Le Bree.

Peace ๐Ÿ•Š

To my beloved soul friend
You are not your body

You are not your gender,

You are not your sexuality

You are not your nationality or ethnicity.

You are not your religion,

You are not your career

You are not your roles,your identities, or your masks,

You are not your status,

You are not your wealth,

You are not your things.

You are not your past,

You are not your pain.

You are not your “weaknesses”.

You are not your limitations,

You are not your circumstances,

You are not your “successes”
or your “failures”.

You are not your habits.

You are not even your thoughts,

You are what lies beyond,

You are that which remains,
when the body dies,

You are the still eye of the storm,

You are the timeless; the invincible;

the immortal;

the Infinite,You are the sacred Spirit that dwells within