They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.
Psychopomp led me into afterlife
into the souls' of our forefathers,
into the dire grave, spiritualism,
i saw spirits, deities, the deads;
the beneficient dead of the night.
i laid on the ancestor's cult below
resting returns of darkness of the
ancient historical cult of culture.
i was introduced to the angelic
beings of ritual magic, the spirit
guides of theosophy and mysticism
the aliens of ancestral Ufology, Africanism and the neopagan gods which are the thought of soulsm.
my soul shattered and I found hope.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Kindheartedness is being quite generous
A considerate attitude that is from the inside
No price tag is placed on being accommodating
Being benevolent and affectionate is cordial
Willing to give everything for nothing in return.
A trait that is not always an inherited tendency
One to be heartily imbibed and truly developed
A behaviour that stands one out in the crowd
Exhibiting true amiable and amicable qualities
Portraying brotherly,sisterly,fatherly & motherly love.
When you are humane and quite propitious
They say you are beneficient and philanthropic
When you are soft-hearted or tender-hearted
They talk of you as being thoughtful & understanding
You are a bounteous bonhomie & benign personality.
Exuding a calid courteous and altrustic aura
Places you on a pedestal different from others
Extraneous factors may want to impede on you
The propensity of your kindheartedness surpasses
Showcasing your nature as an outstanding being.
To speak a name ...
most Beneficient, most Glorious,
the All-Wise or to This
from whence I came:
No words have I to say
for love lies between us, unspoken.
How to speak of hope if
I turn away from the downtrodden,
how to ask for forgiveness
as my hands kill in Your names ...
so many names ...
how to say thank you for all
as I hoard wealth and
how empty are promises
as children starve?
No, I have nothing to say
as I listen to the cooing of a dove
or the cacaphony of a blue jay
and laugh with You.
for Matt Calieri's "If You Could Talk To God" contest
The Voice to write,
to pen His name
and speak a prayer:
Most Beneficient, most Glorious,
the All-Wise, the All-Bountiful
Mohammad, Buddha, Christ,
of You from whence I Am.
The Voice is weary
crying to be heard by One Son
who turns away in judgment,
that I who speak
within conviction of My Truth
am reduced to an accusation of being ...
condescending.
Perhaps to humble this tone
the Voice still and soft,
resonant as a dove that only coos,
striking a Peace not found in the
cacaphony of a blue jay,
may speak.
Oh, Son of Mine
I cry in your pursuit of greed
while praising the compassion
you show ... to other Souls.
Yet now to me you peer
from lofty heights of
arrogance.
The Voice that will hold you calm,
that wants always to never Condemn,
never Judge, never Criticize, never Fault,
never Blame, never Shame.
Only speaks: I love you no matter
what you do.
A Voice crying, crying for
this subtle life so short and sweet
as the ever-deepening twilight
brings the hope
of yet another tomorrow
upon this greatest of earthly love.
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