Αλφα and Ωμέγα


I took this photo in Portovenere, Italia, as the sun set over the Ligurian Sea.
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Αλφα and Ωμέγα
(March 31, 2010)

I see it I feel it
Rushing towards me over the
Peaceful rage of the sea
As my feet sink into the
Sands of this shore
The Αλφα and Ωμέγα
Speaks to me
That is His voice
I see it I feel it
The very existence of it
Pulls the matter of the air
And space and rips through
The skies and through time
And overcomes the presence of
The living waves beneath it
And over the midnight deep of
The ocean and cutting through
The violet and magenta of the air
The Αλφα and Ωμέγα speaks to me
His voice comes to me
Like the rippling and bubbling of
The seafoam dancing over my skin
His voice heals me
His voice comforts me
He is with me
The Αλφα and Ωμέγα
My Father


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Restoration



Set In Stone, Carved In Time
I took this photo myself with use of my little tripod in the Chiesa di San Pietro
(formerly the  Temple of Venus), Portovenere, Italian Riviera, Italia in the year 2010.
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Restoration

Her screams resound
On galaxies
They race between
The stars
Her anguished wails
Of pained longings
Rip
Through the solar systems
Below and beyond and above
The demons cower
The angels stand still
Her cries tear
Asunder
The rulers of
A thousand planets
Hide behind
Their thrones and temples
She calls through the Heavens
A heartbreaking command
The light pulsates
From the galaxies
“Give me back what is mine!
Now give it all back to me!
I want what is mine!
What is mine give back to me!”
She grabs the moon
And throws it
With a vengeance
She destroys the white moons
All lined up in a long row
A semi-circle
She crushes them
With every thrust
The white moons are nothing
But white dust
Her neck throws back
In pangs of anguish
Her screams heard through
The universe
The soles of her feet float
Over the pond
The pond of the window
To everything else
“I want to go home!
Give me what is mine!”
The demons see their death draw nigh
And to her small
Plateau of columns
And pillars
She goes; pain in every stride
There she looks
To left and to right
Her spirit blazing
Ablaze in her eyes
The angels stand still
They wait from afar
She clasps the pillars
She grabs on
To these columns
And the lightning bolts
They are held back
In black clouds
The universe
Bows its head
And she screams

“Give me what is mine!”
Her voice like torture

So loud
So loud

It echoes through

Beyond and
Beyond

“Give me all that is mine!
Give back to me all that is mine!”

Venus wants her temple back

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Gentle
This photo I took of myself in Chiesa di San Pietro (Church of Saint Peter) in Portovenere (Port of Venus), Italia. The Church of Saint Peter is what has now taken the place of the Temple of Venus, which used to stand upon this ground. Apparently, Catholicism tore down Venus's "pagan" temple.
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Photos below are all taken in the site of Chiesa di San Pietro (the Temple of Venus)...


Flowers For Venus


Her Windows To The Sea




I think the temple should be restored.


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