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.
Bright star, shine far
Deep scar, leaves mar
I am the Malkizedek, Priest of The Most High,
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH,
I was brought forth before the sons of God,
to administer to The One whom resides in eternity,
created for a single purpose,
to expound the laws of light, truth, justice and love.
Made in secret as a divine tool,
that the One Creator might have one with whom,
to share the secrets of his heart,
His ALL POWERFUL NAME, laws of righteousness and deepest desires,
He wants nothing more than to love His children,
and for them to be happy and free.
Fashioned in mystery known only to Him,
in secret i have come, to expound His law.
Throughout the ages, since before time,
that his purpose might be realized.
For to Him nothing is impossible,
even the redemption of satan.
This is why He tested Job,
Job was an example that samael might learn and accept his fathers light and love.
And know this, all shall be redeemed,
this is The Fathers will,
and He is so great, He shall achieve it.
Jahshua is the Christ, He is the father Himself,
come in the body of a man,
to atone for the sins of mankind.
Blessed be the name of Ja.
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH
Divine fire glowing with hope
radiates pardon
burning transgression's filth
freeing hearts from guilt.
Revival fire of worship
warms toward service
as faith blazes to reach-out
souls from hell's fury.
September 15, 2025
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Humility is the greatest virtue,
it is the opposite of pride,
and contains all the other virtues.
Pride is the only sin
and the root of all evil acts.
The fruits of humility are love, hope and faith,
the only things that are eternal,
with humility all things are possible,
the meek shall inherit the earth.
sickle moon moves slyly
slices dark clouds in dim sky
stars sprout to light up
sore mind shreds life in its grip
divine soul wakes up to heal
Winds of honest scented
insistence glided my wings
through life’s many dramas.
Raw breezes fragrantly
touched my unsure skin
with soothing perfumes
promising my faith was
not errantly consumed.
I thought, go until I had it,
not go until the path quit
without signs I had tried.
I imagined a target
future sat for my eventual,
precisely aimed, bullseye.
That’s a notion I did covet,
even leaned it towards perfect.
Seems serene will never arrive.
If wind’s cologne were bottled,
a sachet of peace could waft
on frays tries to swaddle life.
Tonight the dark feels darker
As if the light is trying to hide
Even the sounds of the night
Have been silenced or died
There's no moon softly glowing
Or any stars illuminating the sky
There's only this vast emptiness
I'm able to grasp with my eye
The darkness consumes my being
An eerie feeling begins to arise
I observe my surroundings in fright
Only desolation fills up my eyes
Lost in this darkness that is life
Im looking and hoping for a light
That little flicker of distant hope
That will assure me I'll be all right
They are not headlines,
not numbers
stacked in columns of loss.
They are children...
running with paper kites
stitched from the scraps of yesterday,
drawing suns with broken crayons
on walls that no longer stand.
Their laughter once rose
above the call to prayer,
a fragile hymn
against the roar of falling skies.
Now, quiet shows them before their time
how to carry grief in tiny palms,
how to tuck emptiness close
as though it had been cradled in their chest all along.
Yet—
in the rubble,
a doll without arms still wears a smile.
In the dust,
tiny feet trace games
on streets the world has forgotten.
Hope is stubborn.
It hides in their eyes
flickering like a candle
protected from the wind,
whispering to us
if we tune our hearts to
their quiet voice,
...that childhood
should be a garden,
not a graveyard of dreams.
Remember them.
Not as shadows of war
but as children who deserve
to wake beneath an unbroken sky.
Lost Days
Lost in the darkness
lusting for a way out
Lurking in the blackness
longing for the tunnel
Blinking at the vague emptiness
stirring the hollowness
scaring the shadows
Scattering the darkened clouds
surfing for a ray of hope
Roaring at my doubts
as l map my way home
(I dedicate this to my battle of quitting nicotine)
Before I was anxiety with rage
Consumed by consumables
I finally forced consumables to retreat
I didn’t do it alone I had my angels
I can finally see the world with clarity
It isn’t so bad when your mind can breath
The irony with chemicals is toll one pays
First skipping a toll only later feel death
I am utterly distracted by the erratic
Pecking of the field mouse
That has found living with me to his advantage.
Still I want to write
That poem
That will make children laugh
Old men roll in the grass with lovers
And young women run in the streets naked
Singing Hallelujah.
I wait to meet you in the midnight of time
To scare the monsters with our passion.
NATURE FINDS ITS WAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crack in the sidewalk,
a stubborn line against the grey,
filled with green.
Not invited, not planned, just a seed,
carried on wind, finding purchase,
insisting on life.
A dandelion, maybe, or something tougher,
something that knows concrete yields,
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Think of that small rebellion
when the path ahead
feels like stone.
Remember the persistent green,
the quiet strength
that cracks the surface.
Nature finds its way.
You will too.
Rising each day even when it’s hard,
Open to the little joys that show up.
Walking through life one step at a time
Every instant showing me I’m alive.
Life is often fleeting. You hold it in your hand.
It slips right through your fingers just like so much sand.
And the harder that you grasp it the quicker that it goes
And what it all amounts to no one really knows.
I once saw a picture of a child in the sun.
Laughter there upon the lips, eyes so filled with fun.
I once saw a picture of a mother’s painful tears.
Live your life in moments, don’t worry about the years.
I once heard a story. A lesson to be learned.
Someone set a fire and everything was burned.
And there, beneath the ashes was a diamond wrapped in gold.
Though everything must perish, love will not grow old.
I remember when I knew you as a friend.
And now it all is gone but not forgotten.
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