Two older ladies knocked on my door one day,
As i open the door ,this is what they had to say.
Do you believe that the almighty God will free your soul?
I said yes i do ,and it dont matter if im young or old.
She looked at me with a huge grin,
Your right young man,He will judge you in the end.
Heres a booklet ide like for you to read,
In it are words of God that everyone should heed.
I thanked the two ladies for the chat and the book,
They said your welcome sonny , now dont forget to take a look.
As i turned and walked in through the door,
I turned to say bye, but they were there no more.
I looked all around my yard to see,
But no one was there, it was just me.
To my surprise the clouds start to clear,
As if the doors of heaven opened and the angels dissapeared.
I knew i was visited that very same day,
By two angels of God,to have thier say.
As i open the book ,to my surprise ,
A picture of the two angels were stamped on the inside.
I went to my knees and started to pray,
For all the poor souls that had lost thier way.
Help them dear Lord, to take the right road,
For i know on thier shoulders , they carry a heavy load.
Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…
I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man
I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul
I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.
When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you
Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…
Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)
For years before the narrow windows of my senses
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was:
I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
While the true essence of things, evasive
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
And disappointed with reason’s constant
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
Where are Thee, oh LORD?
For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!
I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them,
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!
I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!
I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!
I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!
I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not!
Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord,
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:
Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?
Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
I dared ask:
How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:
Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me
Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me
Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you
To sense Me
At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:
I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more
I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more
I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
Just for a moment alone!
I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul.
Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
Thus making everything known.
And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
In ecstasy exclaims:
Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!
And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His
Divine thought tenderly declared:
No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
written 22nd Oct 2013
Even after sixteen years
still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
known only as the date, God took my dad
1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
Allan Thomas Holmes
The gospel of God came out his mouth fluently
Being a man of God he was indeed
His smile could light the world up completely
Earth and I have lost one of heaven’s seeds.
The bodies were crying, while the hearts are grateful
Not because this event occur often
Knowing where we’re going afterwards we’re thankful
No need to lose sight of one’s self when you see a coffin.
My connections, my thoughts, are they enough
To leave behind w legacy
Or will the only thing I leave behind is my love?
We’ll find out once death approaches me.
R.I.P DR. W. E. BROWN
JazzieAnn Brown 1/27/12
THERE ARE MANY DOORS THAT ARE OPEN
AND THERE ARE MANY DOORS THAT ARE CLOSED
WE OFTEN WALK THROUGH THE WRONG DOOR
THAT LEADS US DOWN THE WRONG PATH OF LIFE
MY REDEMPTION I OFTEN TAKE
WALKING THROUGH A DOOR THAT
LEADS ME TO DARKNESS OF MY OWN MIND
I FEEL TRAP IN A DIMENSION THAT ONLY
GOD CAN UNDERSTAND AND HELP ME OUT
THE DOORS ARE LOCKED
AND THE DARK GETS DARKER AROUND ME
I HEAR STRANGE VOICES CALLING TO ME
TO STAY THERE BE AFRAID
I WONDER DO MY MIND GOES INTO INSANITY?
OR IS GOD TELLING ME SOMETHING?
I PRAY TO BE SET FREE
TO SEE LIGHTNESS AROUND ME
PRAYING HOPING, BELIEVING AND FAITH
THE DOORS OPEN AND
THE LIGHT IS LIGHTNESS TO MY EYES
FEELING UNSURE WHAT HAPPEN TO ME
I ASK GOD, WHY WAS I PUNISHED THIS WAY?
REALIZING I HAVE TO FIND MY OWN ANSWER
I WALKED THROUGH THE DOORWAY TO GOD HEAVENS
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie.
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate,
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart,
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws
But I am wondering is that all.
It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching
It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished
As they swopped upon all that was green
And the orphaned cub watched it's mother's skin
sold for a farthing
While the hunters bragged, brawled and laid upon
And God still sat; watching
Then it became sorrowful
With the tsunami as its hits the glass towers of
China, and the famine in the dark soils of Somalia
The nuclear arsenals in the far east
Which could annihilate all that creeps
And the blood of the sackless on the tub of the elite
Apocalyptic sermons on all corners;
Yet evil, even on holy ground nests gallantly.
And God still sits .........
Visions of Usher,
Seven rooms with which flesh dwells
As reddened as a
Retro rocket ship.
Party to end all parting,
Is all prevailing.
The mayhem of ring-a-rose
Maddened stares. I sit
Alone in green sin
When Death travels amongst us,
All that can be done
Is find the culprit
And grovel to the void face
Of my own doing.
A Letter from God to Those Who Miss Linda Marie
She is a bouquet
She is a lilac tree
Her essence always has been and still is of Me
She is my most talented daughter and she is now here with me in my heavenlies
She paints the splendor of paradise
Conversing and taking long horseback rides
She even sings with my angelic hosts and beings
A special spark I placed in her at birth
It was like a most spectacular fire work
People from afar could always view her splendor
I know very well of her elegance because I am her Creator
Whenever you think of Linda Marie
Just remember that she is here with me basking in a warm heavenly glow
She would never want her friends to miss
The complete joy of being kissed by the elegance of my radiant rainbow
She is the extension of my creativity
Always filled with my “positivity”
I will cherish her forever as she waits for her friends and family to arrive
There are two things to remember as you await your time
To join Linda Marie and my eternal sunshine
Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind
And to your neighbors always be kind
These are the two greatest commandments that take the place of my old law
So just remember as you think of my daughter
Cherish the laughter and her silly fodder
She is sitting up here with her heavenly Father
Sipping on a spot of sparkly tea