Roaming the Streets Like a Wildcard With a vendetta,
I Ignored the Ache that was Thumping Against My Brain.
- Like Some Sort of Haunting Medicine -
It'd been Months Since Daylight. It All Started with
The Darkening of the Sky. Then After, Came The Visions.
- Street Preachers with a Cause -
Those Religious People I Befriended But Never Took
The Time To Listen to, Vanished by The Church Load.
- Then Came The Slaughtering -
Those With Souls as Black as The Richest Tar. Found
In Disturbing Circumstances, Nailed to Wood.
- All The Blood Rushing to Their Heads. -
Now All That's Left on This Limbo of a World is us.
The People Who Never Embraced nor Rejected Him.
- Ragdolls For The Devil -
Following The Light Brought Me To a Small Camp, A Fire
Blazed in the Middle, and my Arrival Attracted No Attention.
- I'll Hide From The Fire -
They Burn out Fast
If The Smoke Attracted my Attention, Then
They'll Receive More Uninvited Visitors.
- For Now I'll Sleep Near The Camp Not in It -
- Sleeping Near Company Eased The Mind -
- Made it Possible -
Random Scuffling and Gasps Followed By The Screeches
and Noises Caused by Tearing Flesh. It Woke Me From Security.
- Raping Murdering Creatures -
Upholding Their Design
The Noise Died Down and Uneven Footsteps Trailed into
The Distance Behind a Deranged Doppler Effect.
- ....Tend to The Wounded -
You Can Talk to Them Minutes Before Their Bulb Blows,
But How Do You Console The Damned?
- Life is Terminal -
A Cancer Created to Spread, and Spread We Did.
- God Added Restrictions -
Every Pregnancy Miscarried by Involuntary Abortion.
- Humans, Following In League With Dinosaurs. -
... If God Wants You Dead,
Where Can You Hide ? ....
A heart that cries more than me
in my pain.
Whose congenial and benign teachings
make me sane.
A warm touch that dispels from me
the gales of worry.
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm
protected by her under furry.
A helping hand that always hold me
whenever I'm about to lose.
& my first teacher who makes me to
distinguish between donts' and dos'.
A voice and nothing more, an Angel
who is entirely mine just after my birth.
And she is none other but 'My Mother',
The God on Earth.
Although to define her in words is
beyond my skill.
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in
my life, none can fill.
She is the one who needs not a single
word of me to understand.
In my devastation, she is always there
to provide effusively her hand.
In the weariness of my life, with her,
I may lose to be in link.
But she ever remembers me whenever I
breathe or my eyes blink.
I can say that in search of heaven,
I needn't to go anywhere.
I would like to put my head in my
mother's lap, as its only there..
Armaggedon is not a place where Divinity
lives war and plunder. Armaggedons' battlefield
is within our heart and souls.
It is not a remote event in future history but an
actual occasion for the Self to connect more fully
to the nature of God in he present.
Armaggedon is not the end of the world or an
upcoming historic deadline for disaster. It is
in the war within the heart and soul of the individual.
The Self is the creation of God. The serial disasters
that we accumulate in our lives are not about an
All Powerful God handing out retribution.
Revenge is not in the seed of divinty, who
contends that love as primary.It is our own battle
Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of God within our own lives.
Justice, wisdom, love, knowledge, thoughts,
feelings and behavior etc. are all aspects of
the personality of God who created us. It is
our responsibility to merge with Divinity more
and more to strengthen the relationship
between ourselves, God and all people. This means
battling away that which is adverse to our lives.
Being a child of God means you already have the
inherent qualities of God within you, we all do,
no matter what your religion. Like a mother
who gives birth to a child, the child has aspects
of the mother’s personality within her. Thus, as
God has given birth to all of us, we have attributes
of Divinity within that we need to grow and
strengthen. Armaggedon is not a place outside
of us, it is a symbol of our growing faith.
Oh God When I Die
Oh God when I die please let me,
See the sin's from past reality,
And if my deeds out wiegh bad,
Then let my soul feel glad.
And if I die from a lier's shame,
Please allow my shameful name,
To be among the forgiven with pride,
Knowing your grace has given me a guide
From death to light le me see,
That eternity is my reward from thee,
And infinite love of peace from you,
For your promise is eternaly true.
On the day
When the doctor told me
My whole heart crushed
Melting like snow in summertime
Leaving me to wonder
Was this moment
Cause even though I don’t go to church
I knew God wouldn’t plague me
With a curse such as this
I was too young to die
Carry an illness which could
Would I make it
Is there a cure
Cause the way he was telling me
My diagnosis and deterioration
I wasn’t so sure
So instead of making this a life sentence
My death penalty
I chose to live another day
Not allowing this moment to end my dignity
I knew my life wasn’t destined to end this way
The day the doctor told me
I was a victim to Cancer
I gave the message to God
Allowing him to solve the problem
Provide the answer
Only he could to clear my vision
Cause at this time
Everything was a blur
I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop
I knew he wasn’t done with me yet
I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel
Take a seat, swivel away
Let my coffin bow down a whole 6 feet
The day the doctor told me
Not only did I take heed to what he said
I believed in what wasn’t note
Understanding I had a chance
It wouldn’t be circumstances
Used to close the book to my story
But the reason to live and be loved
To achieve all I ever dreamed of
The day the doctor told me
I had Cancer
I simply replied, “No, I do not”
I have life
A life not complete, nor finished
And after 7 years of living
I am wiser, smarter, healthier and determined
Not to let this Cancer make me a victim
But claim my place in David’s army
Nothing will happen to he who believes
And guess what
I’m a Survivor, I’m Here, and until My God is ready
I am not going anywhere!!!!!
do you love her?
cant you see it in my tearfull eyes
and when i am angry
what hurts me inside
what are my worries
and why do i cry
why cant i just forget the things
i want to hide from my pride
what are these prayers
while walking and wondering
why do i suffer
from yearning and longing
as if grief is not enough
why is it that i refuse
to be comforted by anyone else
why do i feel so sorry for myself
no one seems to know my pain
nor does the one i love
when my voice should make it so plain
it doesn't have a choice
it can feel her name
is it a greater sin to covet
what i wish i had
and is blaming God, all together bad
why am i constantly reminded
that it is time to let go
yet hoping, always for an open door
and while i suffer all these pains
i never know if they are for loss or gain
when or if they will ever end
or do they just come again and again
do i love her?!!!
Who tears behind the mirror?
Made me who I am
My hardened heart she took
Tenderized it with love
Took my salty tears
Turned into joyful tears
Who sighs behind the mirror
Sighs in memory
Memories and feelings
Hardships she went through
To feed my whole stomach
The woman pulling back her mucors
Does so in fear
Fear that ill not be what she hoped
That teared woman
Crys in fast and prayer
Crys for my dark self
Cries for my future
That woman crying
Tears down her body fluids
Hopefully that her anger and disappointments
May atleast flow out with them
Her body almost running dry by now
That woman calls upon God
GOD atleast make him better
That woman cries for me
That woman cries for her lineage
That woman cries night and day
How I came to be
To be what I am
I don’t know how
A slave of the world
A slave with one work song
A song entitled failure
The first stanza of calamity
The last stanza dead man where I am heading
Looking at her cry
Twists my brains
Is this what I am?
Is this my purpose to the world?
Is this the man the world wants?
Is this what God spent time Molding
Is this what the bible describes?
Just for her
Just for her I take my life back
Just for her God I stand strong
Just for her I say no
NO no no this is not me
Come mummy take this handkerchief
I don’t wannna see those tears again
I love you mummy
God And Woman
I did not want anything from The Almighty
Sacrificed untouchable realization
Which is symbol of myself
And dedicated emotions, silence.
I did not demand anything from the woman
Allowed her into the corner of my mind
Which is the center of bleeding
And presented my intuition.
The Almighty and the woman repeatedly call
Destruction in my lonely life
It's the ability to do more by them...
He has so many names and there is so much confusion,
I'm not sure I kow them all but here are a few.
The Word of God (rev. 19:1-16)
The Word of Life (1 John 1:1-3) (1 John 1-3)
The Alpha and The Omega (rev. 1:8) (rev. 22:13)
The Bright and Morning Star (rev. 22:16)
Messiah (Daniel 9:25) (1 John 1:41)
Lamb of God (1 John 1:29)
King of Kings and Lord of Lords (rev. 19:16)
The Chief Corner Stone (1 John 20:17) (1 Peter 2:6) (Matthew 21:42)
Man of Sorrows (Isaiah 53:3)
Rod from the Stem of Jessee (Isaiah 11:10)
Holy One of Israel (Isaiah 55:5)
I am sure there are so many more that fit
fit the purpose. I would appreciate it if you
would like to collaborate I'm sure you know
some that are new, jump in if you would Please?
Writing my prose,
Sometimes I try poesy,
But, what a joy!
my thoughts I find.
And so, as day by weeks
would turn into a lifetime, could be
the possibilities concocted by gods