A Love Letter from nowhere

A Narrative peom.

For Valentina, she was just another person in a nameless town. In ennui of the busy streets​ of the city of San Francisco, in the midst of all the festivities, She suddenly stopped, forgotten by the world she once knew.
As the rainfalls cascades on her accoutred fur coat, the boudior filled with women was invisible to her.
​Her neck tie is now out of place, no longer in any fashion sense. As she parades the narrow foggy alley without regard, the wincing of the bystanders behind her seemed unnoticable. Now standing beside the roadside in reminiscent of what her outcome could've been. Her disconsolate face says it all: Tapachula, the place she has left her heart. The euphony of the Fandango, the ineffable jovial laughter of the ancianas, the merengues dance and the stomp beat all calling her name. But of all things was the church with bells and the Artesian wells​ next to it, the cozy mountains, the halcyon pathways where she strolls, barefooted. But mostly at the bakery shop, is the shy and handsome Alejandro who, with the warmest smile, never forget to hand her a bag of fresh rolls with a note "te amo".

   

   

Where is my soul?

Where is my soul? Come show me myself,
But just as I looked into​ my own reflection, Behold, it was another person staring back at Me.
My identity is gone;
Not knowing my own self but in a shadow, in a maze;
I drifted​ to where the wind took me.
Dissembled by the little white lies of  the Harbinger, who brought news of a place with Deep affection, a glorious lagoon; filled with Lust and despair.
Pleasures that last only momentarily and then Back again in anguish, found in a place of Remorse; in a cave of woes.
Fill me with wine and keep my heart filled with The lies of my youth, tickle my ears with soft Soapy words; words that will nourish my ego And stretch my wings far from reason.
But like a vanished light, my soul has departed From me, and as I searched for it,
I find only a silhouette staring back at me;
Like a faded rainbow, it is no where to be found. Nowhere back to myself, just a shell of a man; Like a tenant who has long abandoned his House.
For I have threaded anomalously far away from Existence; and has forgotten who I once was.

Pavlov's​ dog

In a real course of reality, the young man is getting along with the Elites, the White Wolf and his friends.

He has come to know the group extremely well; those young devils​ from the south.

He is now been given a false name and a false notion; prepared for the slaughter. As they put blinders in his face, they will create him a crash course to attain some level of insight as others. 

A different face he has to wear, telling​ him of a wonderful makeup stories about his conquest.

They have now created​ a mysticism of some sought. And to forsake all relationships​ so to be the top of the chain of monks.

Creating difficulties and frustrating the young man with perplex monologue. But like Pavlov's dogs he will obey every command. 

They played him like a guitar string while he depends​ on them as his knight and shining armor.

And when they had finished with him, they now lowered his coffin into the grave.

Unconditional promise to David

The coming King will be heirloom of all My possessions, His enemies will I make His footstool but all who trust in Him will have life and peace.

A night to remember, I made you a promise when I took you to the palace. I made the covenant in the tribe of Judah; the kingly tribe.

The man who is after my own heart, I took you from the sheep cote to rule my people Israel.

Once a man taken from the sheep cote to the palace of the kings. And as the moon shall be, so will be my covenant to you.

As you sat on the throne, I made you a promise, a promise of a Son from your lineage, a King that will establish the Kingdom of Heaven forever, the One called out by the prophets, a Son of David.

There is a Son that was promised to a king, a shepherd boy who lived in the wilderness, who wanted to build Me a house.

A house of cedar, you will not build Me, for I dwell outside the camp with My people, but instead I will build you a kingdom.

I will establish your throne forever. I will be the One to build you a house, an eternal house not build by hands.

Though you are an earthly king but
there will be a King, an eternal King that will come upon the Throne of David. He will established it forever.

He will be the last King on earth and the scepter shall not depart from Judah. 

Animosity

Animosity, the poison for the ages.  As the devourer pours out his venom in the midst of the assembly, his lies cuts like a blade: the work of the great antagonist.

Now as they found themselves in abasement, he gives his consent to the false doctrine of Balaam.

Addling with those with a testimony of peace, as he sows discords and moves along to the next victim.

Sound the trumpet, for here comes the viper! Away with your evil ways!

Wake up the little children, wake up those that are still being weaned and have not tasted strong meat.

For the viper has come to instill their little minds with the venom of deception. With a soothing approach he moves around the camp, like a wolf searching for the wounded sheep.

Taste not, touch not, drink not, but do this and that as he will instruct. Take another gospel, but not the real Gospel, as he  redirects them to the south and far from the north.

Stand fast brethren, remove the viper from your camp! Lest he comes and erect a golden calf at the hearts of these young ones and lead them to the road of perdition.