We dismiss the requirements
Because of certain sentiments
So we misrepresent
Our own augmented faults
They canter and Ill banter
Is no more than a moment's slander
The wealthy want us to pander
For less than a grain off salt
They keep us confused when to stand
To keep broken humanity's band
So when the answer is close at hand
We will stay all stand alone
But if we ever find our way
And not step blindly into the fray
We may finally see a day
That we are unified and atoned
While most tread the beat of the world in tepid motion
I run in rhythm with its tune.
Thump...
The blood pulses from the vessel above
Flick...
Rapid motion riddles the melody
Coursing unwavering focus overtakes
Seeps...
Overcomes...
A fluid of such awakening arrives
One of awareness so atoned to the world it rotates with the soil of mortality
Heaving heavy breath, in time with waves of wastage.
Drowning the echoes of whispering unbelief
I rise...
Rise in being
Rise in vitality
Rise in existence
Soul, spirit, body...
I rise...
I fall...
I live...
I survive in the absence of creed.
O Lord, You are worthy;
I worship You.
You are in all things;
Every word that sings.
Raised to Your throne
For all that You atoned.
You gave it all up;
You drank the cup.
A way in the wilderness
Paved with love kindness.
You put light on my feet.
A beautiful shore we will meet.
Showing us the way
For us to walk.
As You say.
Is how we talk.
Arms raised,
Wholly praised.
Holy in Your grace.
Falling on my face.
O Lord.
My thoughts are not Yours;
Your thoughts I adore.
Prophecy in my belly;
Pour out for all life.
Worthy is the Lord!
I come and see,
Your love will be,
Where I find You.
Like the morning dew.
(By ScottM during church worship 12/21/25)
(Psalm 130, as heard in The Chosen S5E7)
Out of the depths;
I cry to You.
Hear my voice.
O Lord,
Let your ears be drawn
To my pleas for mercy,
O Lord.
What is the color of love per se
is it heart pumping red
that gets to your head
or crimson velvet like my chalet
How shall I sketch and paint you
should I outline you in opaline
or trace you in soft green
can I easily blend in with you
Do we make a picture perfect painting
for all eyes to see
or is it just you looking at me
don't mind me... if I do a little tinting
What color is love when it sits alone
does it reflect every shade
of your personal parade
is it hard to hold, or easily atoned
What is the color of love ? Tell me.
Note: Per se is a latin word. It means, "By Itself"
when we're together holding hands
and in a world completely of our own
the tenderness I feel for you
outshines the moon and sun
it's in the way you fill my heart
with caring warmth and goodness
i savour the virtue and integrity
of a soul that's sweepingly atoned
and that gentleness is all the sweeter
AP: 1st place 2025
Perpetual
Intellectual
Mother
Just another
Smother, then cover
“Too weak to recover”
“Be our good maid”
“Just to be betrayed”
“Don’t give her a voice!”
It’s not love if there’s no choice.
To deal with perpetual self-assertion
The old sisterhood of overexertion!
Sarah Baartman
Wu Zetian
Cleopatra
Anne Boleyn
Joan of Arc
Sophie Scholl
Sylvia Plath
Marilyn Monroe
Micaela Bastidas
Yang Guifei
Fate bestowed a bitter gift
A curse more grave than death’s drift
A life where they were lured and torn
Left gasping, alone, forlorn
Once the universe had lost them
Cruel hands never let them astray
Their trials, none atoned
Their weary souls never left alone
Battles fought, voices shorn
Our bodies spent, our spirits worn
No rest, no vindication, no excursion
Just the classic sisterhood of overexertion!
I could ask you to stay,
But there's really nothing to say,
I guess we naturally grew apart,
But it still hurts in my heart.
I tried getting you to notice
that I was still there,
But you made up your mind
And didn't care.
No one told me about this pain,
Tears have fallen from my eyes like a rain,
I'm at the point where I feel nothing but shame,
With you is what all I wanted to remain.
You never told me that you loved me
Nor did you say you don't,
Holding onto you was a sin
And now I'm being atoned.
I'm tired of living,
Yet so scared of dying,
May be things are good for you,
But look at all that I've been through.
I kept questioning like why didn't I leave yesterday?
Why did I let things that way?
How are things going to be?
Since there's no more you and me?
N now you've left without a goodbye,
I've got no energy to even cry,
No matter whatever it may be,
One thing will always remain true,
The fact of the matter is that
I'm still into you... I'm still into you!!
Down the corridors of mortal existence
He pursued me without ceasing,
Never yielding in his search of the lost,
Nor flinching from the wounds he carried
To gain admittance to my broken heart.
Out of a love beyond finite understanding,
He poured his abundant grace
Like a cascading fountain,
Showering me to cleanse and heal.
He gave himself for me,
When he brought his heavenly kingdom
To reign within, where
Once I ruled in my life.
Nothing compares to the mystery
Of God's holiness being implanted
In this empty vessel
Because of the sacrifice of one pure Man
Upon a cross of guilt and shame.
I can only surrender to his invitation,
Knowing I am known
Since before the dawn of creation -
Made in his perfect image,
Now restored in gold.
If by thought, word or deed
I mar the redeemed body,
I am impelled to confess
Before him, who stands in my defence,
Since he has atoned for all my sin.
At peace in the presence
Of him, who is the Prince of Peace,
I look to a time out of time
When I will be in eternal glory
To bow before him as Lord of lords
And King of kings -
My brother and friend.
Reducing a book
down to one chapter
Reducing that chapter
to a paragraph honed
Reducing that paragraph
to one lasting sentence
Reducing that sentence
to a word
— truth atoned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Remember our freedoms, lest we forget
The price of liberty and of surrender.
Tyranny cannot trample the people
Lest our future succumb to infamy.
Carried: our flag over our enemies
Our land secure as soldiers we buried.
Pray our allegiances will never bend
As we stand firm for American ways.
Let founding principles be cemented
Cured and secure, and forever be set.
Brave as one loyal to God and country
Live committed and resolved to the grave.
Atoned by the soldiers who gave their all
Their names on white crosses and sacred stones.
Sound your commitment, all citizens pledge
To stand resolute and to country bound.
Dread is no option, allegiance required
Make bravery soar and division: dead.
One nation is ours to love and defend
One life is yours and your obligation.
"Jesus walked this lonesome valley
He had to walk it by Himself"
Even though surrounded by disciples
He walked it by Himself
Jesus stood up to fiery trials
He stood up by Himself
Even though He had disciples
Jesus stood by Himself
Jesus faced the establishment
He faced them all alone
He was the only defender
He stood by Himself_God atoned
He was surrounded by followers
When He healed the sick and blind
When the tide turned against Him
He stood all alone
Once she performed it
she made it her own
With joy we all listened
and marveled atoned
Endowed from the heavens
the Angels in awe
Her spirit celestial
your nerve endings raw
A voice for all seasons
Grand Madam of sound
To search for a lifetime
her like never found
While crossing each genre
she made time a slave
Her stylings eternal
— a gift heaven gave
(For Aretha Franklin: January, 2024)
As the sun sinks past a white picket fence,
still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn,
past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense,
prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn.
Behind atoned stones built by measured hands,
preserves naught abandoned lead their resolve,
strengthen the talents, challenge tyrant stands,
conquered presumption masque as they evolve.
Since childhood days, artlessness goes caprice,
it sparked this wayward inaneness they craved,
grip naught like festering mid-shadowed peace,
tarnished stoked o'er wars honor of the brave.
Life's freedom o'er all harmless they bestowed,
absent of pride -- gave their lives ... those they owed.
“When life traverses the path of agony the birds in the
yearning sky show the flight course out of the feeling of
being abandoned” – Quote by Poet
In the garden path, forlorn and entranced you walk,
dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you with silken hue.
I feel my heart fly there high with the dove flock,
you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
In the desert dunes you trail lost and desolate,
follow the melted mirage moving out of your view,
reach the verdant oasis where you will find me wait,
you won’t feel you’re dismal, for I won’t ever desert you.
On the silver sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the waves adorn your feet with pearly pattern new.
You feel my heart’s rhythm as I make you my own,
you won’t be adrift, for I won’t ever forsake you.
On the stream of love you sail away from agony,
in the plateau of yearning anchor your life atoned.
You hear in murmuring ripples my heart’s symphony,
you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t leave you abandoned.
Being self-titled
aristocrat pure
Heraldry solemn
liege a du jour
Knighted in fealty
loyalty’s throne
Crusading triumphant
—honor atoned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
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