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Jesus Saves

Judgment is awaiting us all. 
Endearing to those who know Him.
Stable born, no room in the inn.
Unspoiled when He was tempted.
Sinless life He lived on earth.

Savior of all man kind.
Accessible to all who seek Him.
Victorious over death and the grave.
Eternal life awaits all somewhere.
Sacrifice for the sins of man.

The lighthouse at Battery Point, Crescent City, CA

The lighthouse
alone on the hill
just a tree at its side
its beacon 
that light

It casts a long light
in a long blink
and then it's gone 
in a spin
to mark the shore within

It sits on its own island
only accessible on low tide
the path a bridge
mercurial moat that hides it

The building is lit at night
as well as its beam
presenting an eerie glow
In the fog it seems

Almost haunted
romantic
so substantial

It's survived tsunamis
wrapped around its base
which left no trace
as they ravaged inland

A sight to see
A hike I intend to aspire
up those circular stairs
to peer out through that light tower


The lighthouse at Battery Point, Crescent City, CA

Open Wide

Open Wide. On Her Quest for Her identity.

Bards
   off possibility
Scribes
   of reality
Poetry
   of extreme order
Communication
    accessible
Meditations
    unclothed
Structured instincts
    penned in poems
Caesura here
   Cut off point there
Bare lines
    be gone
Flotsam
   no more
Broken pieces
   on poetic
Shores
   forgotten



Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.

Refining Reality

Moving forward,

Space so vast,

Time is accessible to the past,

After a lifetime has passed.

Lessons and memories last,

Casting an imprint to find,

As you travel the mind.

Energy was designed,

To be evolved, refined.

As the memories remind you,

A door opens to climb through.

A life brand new,

Just like you were used to.

Right where you left you,

From the Future to the past,

To get it right at last.

Contrast and duality,

Are the lessons I see.

Frustrated, getting angry,

I won't let it get the best of me.

My entity is energy,

Traveling eternity,

The future is just possibility.

The NOW creating memories,

A point in time you can see,

When leaving physicality.

Re entering as a baby,

Refining your reality.

The List'

If you get a list.? Means you go to shop.' That one things
Mostly true.'
If your boat has a list, well thats not good.? Give her a trim Is what you do'
And if you were the president.? And a list just came your Merry way' A rich one so to say.?
It could be a (sort of vice?) I mind.? Which would give you
Maybe some mighty say.?
And cash could be quite accessible? when it arrives that very shopping day? or hour.'
Now would you want to loose.? Or give away such a thing
 Like a Wonka's zonka..Thats bonkers fiscal power.'

(I hear the tills (say ding a ling )

THE ENEMY

The clouds usually form a bubble
And the sky usually clears the atmosphere 
Are you still breathing?
The wind usually blows the leaves
And the rain usually showers the ground 
Are you awake?
It is an eye opener,

These are meant to happen 
And these are for a reason 
Embrace the struggles
These are meant to be formulated 
And These are the reason you are still standing 
Navigate the challenges 
It is a painful growth,

The sea usually tells a tale
And the sand usually Modifies the foot print
Are you accessible?
The storm usually surprises the audience 
And the tear drop falls into the ground 
Are you intelligent?
It is an eye opener.

UNCOVER THE LIES

Let me write a story
About what?
A certain kingdom 
Let me tell a story
About why?
A certain misguided information 
The puzzle,

The pieces have fallen 
Into a ancient land
Unexpectedly, already
The cultural values was formulated 
Into a concrete foundation 
Accessible to the beholder 
The riddle,

Let me dive into the story
About who?
A certain individual 
Let me flow with this story 
About how?
A certain importance 
The truth

Country Life

Country life is simple, 
Spacious and organic
Simple life is healthy life
Imagine natural beauty 
Where you settle and established 
Your family life and your future
Living the country is living with nature 
Imagine your house in the midst of a valley
Beneath the foothill of a mountain 
Near besides an all year round river
And grassy land for animal greasing
And access country village road 
See, everything is accessible in your sight
The river where you can fish, bathe and laundry 
The meadows, where you can raise livestock 
The forest, where you can have wood and fresh air
The village country road, if you have a Hammer 
Accessible to town for school, life and groceries 
This country life is for good for retirement 
This country life is for nature and humanity.

manufactured girls

We’re manufactured girls,
designed to be beautiful and pointless.

Everything we tell you has to be true,
we feel we can open up to you.

We’re decorated and prepared for sacrifice.

We can touch your tender isolation
and reinforce your inadequate truths.

We can mirror your internal struggles
and help you shape your damnation.

You’ve caressed our powerless distress
a thousand times, with sleep's dark hands.

Don’t feel your destroying something beautiful

You know, when privately accessible
in the darkness of your man cave
our soft, immediate shapes
excuse extraordinary behavior.

That’s all we want.
.
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A song for this:
Genesis. by RAYE

An unorthodox chair - Mustofa Anwar

An  unorthodox chair - Mustofa Anwar
Reciter: Shimul Mustapha


Tonight. It is almost five minutes past three now
Godsay ,  breathed the last.
Time decayed the form through ages, a lot, though
The poor soul died old, passed away, gone soul, dissipating now.
Godsay, a good fellow , was a good one to spare
Everyone was a source of reaching out, in glum and glee
And everyone was accessible to the call. Indeed, it is to be.
Somewhat closer was the soul, soothing the heartache, chest too.
Godsay, a good fellow, was a good one to spare.
Tonight, Godsay breathed the last, at last, there.
Godsay is no more among us, no longer
No longer shall be, no more anymore.

Amorous Acts

Initiate approaches of amorous arrangement.
Acquaint her with your family to avoid abrupt estrangement.
Always ask for her advice! Applying eagerly for assistance
Is assured to alleviate any echoes of resistance.
Averting all attackers will afford you great advantage.
Appreciating accomplishments makes her attention your apanage.
Another lover may attempt to earn her admiration.
Avoid the urge to answer by expressing irritation.
While anger abolishes a loved one’s affection
Abundant altruistic acts usher love in your direction.
An accessible heart assures an enduring alliance
So amiably attempt all acts with an attitude of compliance!

Incarnate

Unlike flower essence, which becomes roses or lilies,
Unlike animal essence that's born into birds and beasts
To bring within humanity love, justice, trust, and peace
The divine takes the human form, and with it co-exists

Gods and goddesses, Hinduism holds, took the form of fish.
Hummingbirds, alligators, tortoises, snakes, stags, and boars
Into eagles, horses, peacocks, doves, vultures, and Ibis
The Greek deities took forms and fulfilled their earthly chores.

Impossibilities for humans are made possible.
Weak flesh and strong spirit amalgamate into a whole.
The eternal, intangible becomes accessible.
Each physical particle turns into a psychic soul.

Omnipresence, like flowers and aroma, becomes one.
All that is celestial, like the rain, descends on the earth.
With the Holy Ghost, herein dwell. the Father and the Son.
Each being, in the Holy Trinity, gains their new birth.

Voiceless

    Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals. 
My chair can get closer from the side, 
but the view isn't as accessible. 
If I could only get well, I can do those things. 
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings. 
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things? 
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose. 
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden, 
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets. 
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see. 
I know the routine. 
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair. 
The unborn, even less able with their handicap 
than me, to have a voice.

One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free. 
The last will be first and the first will be last. 
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven, 
no need to avoid like the plague, 
because there won't be any. 
Just things the way they ought to be.

Beautiful windows

 I would observe you, staring out  beautiful windows
 The pale light of the snow reflecting on your loveliness
 I could only admire you from afar

 A chance encounter in the ballroom, you looked so sad
 I asked you to dance, a shy smile and you took my hand
 our love grew over time, deep as the roots of roses in the garden
 A time to remember, cold and grey through beautiful windows
 Hearts would grow heavy as your upper class was not accessible to me
 I of working-class stock, could not provide wealth but my heart was true
 
 Others of fine royalty offered riches of everything but the heart
 You had no choice, your family would not have me, I could not have you
 So I watched you again, from beautiful windows as the snow fell
 The glimmer of warm lights outside in the cold, I felt them
 Your image in the window stays close to my heart

 That beautiful house, looking at its windows, no light does shine
 I look at them still, your grace long gone, a memory now
 I walk alone thinking of those beautiful windows, lost in remembrance

The White Ribbon in the Wind

To Atbin.

Another flick, a spark, 
Once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories 
Are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with 
Its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs, 
Behind of that bony face.

Your tender artistic look, 
At a silly Rubik’s parts,
Made your endless affection, 
dwell in our empty hearts.

You were our J. Keating of
Weir’s ingenious mind
And that "Remembrance Fest"
That you held: one of a kind.

To our liveliest friend, 
We had toasted, and cheered
But I saw a bloody band
On your thin wrist appeared.

You smoked and you spoke, 
With your own personal tone:
"A dead soul would never need, 
All of these; to be well known,

Look at the living, hey kiddo! 
And cherish their real worth.”
I stared at the white band: 
Accessible, open source…

I thought it should be a band, 
You could have tied it with care
Upon a pretty girl’s
Glowing and blonde hair.

Not as a merciless rope, 
Tight around the skinny neck
But just like the sign of love, 
Danced by the wind in a lake.

Hey, my friend! don’t frown, 
Let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead, 
But as an amity sign.

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