The Relentless State of Our Souls

The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls,  in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds true ~ embraced within the ambiguous eye. Continue reading The Relentless State of Our Souls

Rainer Maria Rilke – Austrian German Poet

“Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.” Born December 4th, 1875 and died December 29th, 1926. Rilke was a mystical poet deeply entranced by his passion for the correlation between writing of the deeper life. One may state that the work of Rainer Maria Rilke lends an esoteric education by means of reading his mysterious literary works. He is a champion of both literary … Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke – Austrian German Poet

This Erotic Burn

“This Erotic Burn” by John G. Evans I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh unduly forsaken, I am the hot, red, hallowed blood that burns through guiltless veins.                   I am the sacred night sweltering for sacred curves and cambered frames. * With fiery dreams and melded hearts, flowered echoes in the blackness of night, woven within the fabric for each soul’s birthright. … Continue reading This Erotic Burn

Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road

Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road by John G. Evans © 2020 Mirage upon steam-fed mirage gather distance to nowhere; that is, except within my frenzied mind of no-more tolerance. The terror strikes here. A mind mingled with stone from too many years I’d spent alone. But rhyme has no closeness here. My heart; frozen. Death but a thought away. I know, … Continue reading Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God by John Evans Suffering, is it sadness? Or, is it pain? Pain, as 240 days plus measured from too many combat scenarios through forests and trees? Shell shock, or PTSD? Suffering, is it misery? Or, is it stains? Stains, from my tarnished soul walking in too many quarters and lodging to each? Guilty principles, without a moral … Continue reading A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God