i Climb the Ladder (Poem)

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i climb the ladder,

to behold, and am beheld

To fly or fall through the clouds?

my wings fatigue, and i am lifted up

to step forward.

How blessed are the simple farmers,
who sow and reap and give thanks for Grain!
The Soil of hearts and minds of men,
are much too rocky for profitable Gain.

Man casts a cloud of smoke and mirrors
to shelter a most grievous wound;
That precious Doorprize of Pride.

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Never weaned to break through the soil,
He digs in the dirt to pile proof upon proof
fig-leaves to leverage a touch of esteem,
to steal of the Cattles' sweet milk of praise. 

Drowning in a sea of information
fascinated by flashes of binary electric,
sensoral passtime sedates to the grave.

Even Cattle lift their heads to consider the view.

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"Mary didja know?"

His glorious Light is so fearfully bright
Emblazons on the back of the mind’s eye: Truth.    
His perspective of flames; tests all virtue and vice
sanctifies the soul through each progression,
The Muse with a loud trumpet sound flashes forth
the Light of His Command for each heart;
"Straighten Up and Fly Right"

The wicked puts out his eyes to drown out the light 
 sycophant screams for a dim salve of wealth
draws on the debt of his flesh and his health
to shun a Truth -that- much bigger than Time

The Gift of Salvation was bought with a price.