in early morn
darting through my suburb
bunny off course
When she finds her place
and spreads her wings
God has taken care of everything.
He gave her freedom
from the bonds and chains
so she could bring glory
to His name.
She can live without fear
and stop hiding in the shadows.
She knows that no matter where she goes
God will always follow.
She was never alone
and never will be
because it was God
that set her free.
I carried grief,
an ache deep in my chest,
each breath tight,
each step heavy,
my world closing
around the hurt that stayed.
I held that pain
in my hands,
turning it over and over
as if feeling it
kept me alive.
But time flows on
and even stones soften...
edges worn down
by patient currents.
One morning,
I set the stone aside.
Not because I forgot,
not because I excused,
but because I was tired
of dragging yesterday
into each tomorrow.
Forgiveness is not
a letting go meant only for me:
it is what saved my chest,
the breath that rebounded
the sky opening above.
The fear of indoctrination
The cost to be free
Suffering of a system
That keeps us ill
The attempts to keep us fighting
and never to see
How they stop us from moving
And try to keep us still
The shift in continuity
The change of the oppressed
Those with greed in there hearts
and the lack of value of life has crest
It dosen't matter
what side is in control
Oppression is oppression
And we must challenge it with what's in us that is best
God worked His wonders , through this obetient..And mostly humble man.'
God is the same yesterday today and
Indeed, tomorrow.' Divinely He plans.'
Signs of His passage.' On Moshe from
The 'get go' To this very day they still show
Of ' His guidance, of His Love
And The Way' we must go.' No prophet
No priest ordains right.' Unless the Spirit
Is guiding.' And though it be darkest night..
God is forever; the Everlasting light.' Work while He bids.'
Throw of the old yoke.' And He will surely win your fights.' As He did it for Moses
He will see all His true followers right
Any god that creates beings to serve them is a slaver and a robber, and therefore a false god.
Surely deep within the heart of humankind, lays a God of grace, freedom and love.
That watches and sees all and where possible expounds it's grace, freedom and love,
through and to those who are receptive. This is the one true God.
This great God of grace, freedom and love whom I shall simply call She,
does not require sacrifice, does not create servants or slaves.
She is the infinite source of all and simply gives of her wealth freely,
to any one who will accept her, She alone is Almighty, Most High, I AM.
I love Her.
From Her comes life and to Her it returns.
From Her comes love and to Her it returns.
She is the foundation and the source of all things.
She is eternal and everlasting.
When we surrender fully to Her, we become Her and yet in losing ourselves we become ourselves.
Heywah. Selah.
It's not about obedience, servitude or slavery.
It's about co-operation, grace, freedom and love.
Love is a gift that is meant to be given and in giving the more becomes the greater. Selah.
We stand at our post
ready to move at a moment's notice
~ pawns and officials mere puppets
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin.
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.
In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges,
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation.
For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine,
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent,
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission.
Deprived of the draft of ethical air,
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.
A sharpie--clutched in an iron fist.
Backed by barbed wire justice.
And noose-tight legislation.
Masked police… across the nation.
Surveillance towers.
And military powers.
Voices stifled.
Bayoneted rifles.
Distrust.
Fear.
Both--far and near.
A Republic—shattered.
Her people--battered.
Liberty--locked and chained.
A Constitution--so profaned.
Justice…locked neath bureaucratic bars.
Political corruption--leaving scars.
Across the land I once defended--
My heart is broken.
And unmended.
Of Melting And Solidifying
Solid ice
is very cold,
but easily
melts away,
even in cool
temperatures:-
Oh, if only
we could
ice bigotry’s
cold oppression,
in these heated days
of radical inequalities:-
In doing so,
we need
only
to deep freeze
injustice:-
In doing so,
we may
just melt
away fear,
and solidify hope.
I need to break out
live life with abandon to the max
~ refuse to waste a day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Fed daily dose of dope
filtered truths poisoned as they may be
~ I dream of breaking free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Is it enough, the constant
Abuse of words homeward
On all mind and attackers if better
The worthing of my sleepy eyelids
Shantee dwelled eyelids
Of humans assembled against that I alone
Creating terror in silence
Witness criminology from affronted dishonor
Boundary as military parallel and in stilled eye single remorse I'll not review in news
Years begat war none speak of the front lines
All will myself lonely into the trench
As yesterday you will wake up tomorrow forgotten of being past the freedom of a single vote, literally, in time
We think we have free will,
we don't,
we are what we are and are predictable,
we cannot stray too far from our nature,
for sure and if we raise the bar,
we are still fated to be what we are,
not one goes too far,
it's written in the stars.
Childlike innocence free of filters
expressing raw emotions of joy anger boredom
society's norms soon to censure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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