The lost Gem
With a sunken heart
l uttered a wail
one that sings
of a direful loss
ravaging the heart
with rhythms of soulless beats
far sighting a scene
fuddled by a murky sight
l began to stutter
as l saw sight a scene
which were aforetime a gem
now rubbished with germs
Yea if a man labours in pain
If not in the Lord, he labours in vain
But whatever a man finds to do
Be he even unto his master and to God be true
Even in his ministry to God above
Let it be cheerfully a sincere labour of love
For Christ laboured even to wash feet
And Paul condemned he that labours not to not eat
And ye are called into heights above the surface
In unity and maturity towards works of service
For even faith without works is dead
For by a working Master we are led
We are called for such a time as this
For works prepared aforetime and with apportioned grace
The will and the ability also built in us
That our days be spent in the pleasure of bearing the onus
For the awaiting judgment will weigh the deeds
A presentation of harvest, not of unsown seeds
HAPPY LABOUR DAY
Don't tell me to go when you need me to stay
Don't tell me 'no' when you mean 'yes'
Let's be truthful to each other
We need not feminise life issues
No where was it written aforetime
That ladies should say opposite of what they mean
When I said 'I love you', I didn't mean the opposite
When I said 'I want forever', I didn't mean the opposite
So why tell me to leave when you're bleeding inwards?
I'm genuine
Can you be that same with me?
Let's be 'one' and not 'you and me'
Let's be bound in one
Just tell me what you want
Be plain
I want your heart to be for me
I'm your man
You be my woman
You be my Queen
Let me the King in your story
Tell me your heart
Let our hearts communicate
Let's be different
Others might be the opposite sayers
Remember we don't have the same fingerprint
Let's choose to be different
Let's be honest with each other
I love you and I mean it
I want you and I mean it
I want the best for you
But remember to be truthful with me
I trust you to do same as I am with you
i take my stance
abandoned on these
desolate tracks of life
that seem to lead
to road blocks
and dead ends
blandishment
weakens an already
dying heart
temporarily
before
it batters
a soul
if caution came
aforetime
like a warning
on train tracks
perhaps
i could halt
impact
before
it implodes
my heart
Once broken,twice bitten.
By rampaging searches got I bliss.
Celebrations of wishes have I eaten.
On the first blissful night,the bride I kiss.
Oh heavens! To the tune of "ogene" dance.
Shower the earth,this I ask.
And to the bride calleth he Constance.
Tell to the world this,I give thee this task.
Aforetime preceded royal rumble.
Hither,he stood with muscles flexed.
At this stance,he wouldn't with his words fumble.
Time came his thoughts shown perplexed.
Once bitten,twice broken.
Because predecessors past had a curse cast.
Be-curse my blissful token.
Now these turned past.
Curse be bliss
Curse be me
Curse be these fleeces
My miscellaneous penchant thus flee
Time to think, a pondering, non action's prime.
Thank you Life for the always affirmative actions of folks with intent sublime.
~Thank you for the good intentions of the pure pacifist’s present lifetimes.
~~Thank you for their prayers, non action relates richly random over time.
Thank you Heaven, they do not “Jump the Gun” an early expression, excerpt, crime.
~Thank you, this daft, deadly, denotation, fails; this mantra of sometimes.
~~Thank you, when the furious, fractious, fall in actions error aforetime.
Thank you Mother when waiting wonder, goes slowly, prayerful to Prime.
~Thank you Father as in action, breathe, beauty, brevity, pantomimes.
~~Thank you All for the smiling, simpe, shining, days of springtime.
Thank You when the hate and horror heals and with the end of wartime.
~Thank You with the creation of many more merciful pastimes.
Enrich our earth journey with patience, prudence, providence, sublime.
Praise the people of peace for all of time.