Last flight of the beast by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Last flight of the beast
Still in the shadows under a blue lit moon,
Amid the air of an arid foreign sky,
The fearful beast spreads its iron wings,
And let forth its mournful cry.
With a long low shriek it lumbers forth,
Clumsily running along the ground,
Bouncing left and right, up and down,
Until the sky it found.
Weaving and dodging through the night,
Spewing out breath of fire,
Under the indigo blanket of stars,
Its steel wings bore it higher.
Until at last it reached its lofty height,
Where the air was thin and chill,
And at the apex of the beasts tall flight,
At last its heart was still,
For through the night and through the day,
Past ocean and
Personal Effects of RJ Eaton by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Personal Effects of RJ Eaton
11 November 1862
My Dearest Charlotte,
For the time since our last correspondence, I thought it wise to take brief moment to write to you, that you may put your mind at ease that I am ever under God's watchful care. We have been on the move for days now as we press toward Georgia, and though my men are fatigued, they are driven to their duties by purest love for their country.
We were joined by the 1st, a Negro regiment from South Carolina yesterday. While we fight for preservation of the union of states, these men seem to fight for a more noble cause. Marching along side of us, they press on barefoot
Waving the white flag... by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Waving the white flag...
"...for the battle is the LORD's, and he will give all of you into our hands." (1 Sam 17:47b)
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinth 15:55-57)
In these two verses lie the seeds of defeat within the Christian church. Note that I didn't say the death of the church, but its defeat. Because people take these two verses so out of context when it comes to Christian responsibility, the church now lies comatose in plain view of a progressive culture bent on removing it from
I love to hope and hope to desire,
The things of love and not of desire
Ice in my veins and blood on my hands,
Oil in my car for blood in the sand
Green in my wallet for green in the trees,
On top of the world I bring the world to its knees
I hope to love but love to desire,
And burn fiery red in lusts unholy fire
I hope to desire and desire to love,
Red letters on paper and heaven above
Light of the world and salt of the earth,
I die every day to come through rebirth
Father and brother; countryman son,
I give love to all from the hope from the one
Live pure and simple
Love strong and true
Hope for His future
Desire to
When we last parted, you left me on the edge,
The edge of understanding,
The edge of reasoning,
The edge of sanity.
A lot has happened since then,
Ive built a life,
Built a family,
Built a faith,
And memories have all but crowded you out.
So there you stand,
A last glimpse,
Standing on the edge,
The edge of light,
The edge of recollection,
Standing on the edge of me.
The Blind Sheppard :full: by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
The Blind Sheppard :full:
The first time I met him, I was a young man, barely established in this world. I had no hope, no reason for faith, and I had reaped the glory of my failure. I was on my own feet, but unfulfilled, a hollow shell in a shirt and tie. I was stuck in a rut, and it was in this rut that he crossed my path, or more appropriately, that I crossed his. Please dont get me wrong, this is not a story about him and I, it isnt about either of us, but in order to go any further, it is necessary to start from the beginning, and for me, this was the beginning.
I was in a hurry that morning. I had considered not stopping for my quick brea
A string ebbs and flows through time and space,
As the resin rises from the bow.
Joined with others like it, a symphony of vibrating steel.
Waves of sound, move through the air,
With perfect rhythm and grace.
The waves crash over tiny hairs,
Setting of a chain reaction of synapses, serotonin,
More synapses and goose flesh.
One does not equate to the other,
And yet the sum of the parts is greater than the whole.
Pixels combine to form letters, and letters words,
And what words can I combine to convey beauty,
For what is before us is not always what we mean.
So how can I turn pixels into Cannon in D?
Last flight of the beast by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Last flight of the beast
Still in the shadows under a blue lit moon,
Amid the air of an arid foreign sky,
The fearful beast spreads its iron wings,
And let forth its mournful cry.
With a long low shriek it lumbers forth,
Clumsily running along the ground,
Bouncing left and right, up and down,
Until the sky it found.
Weaving and dodging through the night,
Spewing out breath of fire,
Under the indigo blanket of stars,
Its steel wings bore it higher.
Until at last it reached its lofty height,
Where the air was thin and chill,
And at the apex of the beasts tall flight,
At last its heart was still,
For through the night and through the day,
Past ocean and
Personal Effects of RJ Eaton by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Personal Effects of RJ Eaton
11 November 1862
My Dearest Charlotte,
For the time since our last correspondence, I thought it wise to take brief moment to write to you, that you may put your mind at ease that I am ever under God's watchful care. We have been on the move for days now as we press toward Georgia, and though my men are fatigued, they are driven to their duties by purest love for their country.
We were joined by the 1st, a Negro regiment from South Carolina yesterday. While we fight for preservation of the union of states, these men seem to fight for a more noble cause. Marching along side of us, they press on barefoot
Waving the white flag... by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
Waving the white flag...
"...for the battle is the LORD's, and he will give all of you into our hands." (1 Sam 17:47b)
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinth 15:55-57)
In these two verses lie the seeds of defeat within the Christian church. Note that I didn't say the death of the church, but its defeat. Because people take these two verses so out of context when it comes to Christian responsibility, the church now lies comatose in plain view of a progressive culture bent on removing it from
I love to hope and hope to desire,
The things of love and not of desire
Ice in my veins and blood on my hands,
Oil in my car for blood in the sand
Green in my wallet for green in the trees,
On top of the world I bring the world to its knees
I hope to love but love to desire,
And burn fiery red in lusts unholy fire
I hope to desire and desire to love,
Red letters on paper and heaven above
Light of the world and salt of the earth,
I die every day to come through rebirth
Father and brother; countryman son,
I give love to all from the hope from the one
Live pure and simple
Love strong and true
Hope for His future
Desire to
When we last parted, you left me on the edge,
The edge of understanding,
The edge of reasoning,
The edge of sanity.
A lot has happened since then,
Ive built a life,
Built a family,
Built a faith,
And memories have all but crowded you out.
So there you stand,
A last glimpse,
Standing on the edge,
The edge of light,
The edge of recollection,
Standing on the edge of me.
The Blind Sheppard :full: by Stone-Saint, literature
Literature
The Blind Sheppard :full:
The first time I met him, I was a young man, barely established in this world. I had no hope, no reason for faith, and I had reaped the glory of my failure. I was on my own feet, but unfulfilled, a hollow shell in a shirt and tie. I was stuck in a rut, and it was in this rut that he crossed my path, or more appropriately, that I crossed his. Please dont get me wrong, this is not a story about him and I, it isnt about either of us, but in order to go any further, it is necessary to start from the beginning, and for me, this was the beginning.
I was in a hurry that morning. I had considered not stopping for my quick brea
A string ebbs and flows through time and space,
As the resin rises from the bow.
Joined with others like it, a symphony of vibrating steel.
Waves of sound, move through the air,
With perfect rhythm and grace.
The waves crash over tiny hairs,
Setting of a chain reaction of synapses, serotonin,
More synapses and goose flesh.
One does not equate to the other,
And yet the sum of the parts is greater than the whole.
Pixels combine to form letters, and letters words,
And what words can I combine to convey beauty,
For what is before us is not always what we mean.
So how can I turn pixels into Cannon in D?
Your face in my face,
Your eyes in my eyes;
So we are two of one kind,
And something more than circumstance
Binds us together.
Family,
I Love you
In ways that I cannot explain to you,
With affection that transcends
What I've felt among friends.
If you could fit,
I'd wrap you in my arms,
And if I were strong enough,
I would free you from all that harms
Those precious hearts and precious minds.
Here I sit
And only hope
That the One who rescued me,
Delivering me from depravity,
Depression, dejection -
Will do that and more for you,
Because it's beyond what I can do.
My love is a mere echo of His!
Oh, how passionate His fla
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On Tuesday, i wrote a piece called "Waving the White Flag," and by virtue of sheer response, it was one of the more well received things i'd posted in recent memory. For those that read it, commented on it, or added it, i humbly thank you, and here is my feeble attempt at responding. A friend of a friend on FB posted this and i think that it drives home an excellent point:
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In some churches, when the Sunday morning worship service is over, the pastor stands at the back door and shakes everyone's hand as they leave. Most people typically thank the pastor a