Best Aliments Poems
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
The SILENT STREAM serenades, BUTTERFLY FLUTTER BY, and all my ALIMENTS REST.
12/11/2015
He knows how He made you
He knows the thought He put in you
What you are thinking is came from Him
He made your heart and controls your heart beat
He made your desires; leads your movement
He vigils upon your life, you are His creation
Do not worry about what you fear or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name
He created you to live not to die
He made you to win not to loose
He formed you from the vase of wealth and health
I made you as channel of love and peace
All in this earth made for your achievement
All around you is made to sustain your accomplishment
Do not worry about what you see or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name
He made the waters to quench your thirst
He made the air to breath in your soul
He made all kinds of aliments to feed your hunger
From the day you came, the air was at your side to breath
The earth will always carry your steps as long as you live
The stone and trees will walk with you in this journey
Do not worry about what you miss or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name
He has a task for each one of your days on the earth
Your life is designed according to your calling
Pain and joy work for your vision
Suffering and glory work for your greatness
Failure and success work for your righteousness
He made each day a step to your destiny
Do not worry about what you doubt or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name
Who will cry for the little boy,
Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.
The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,
These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh
To him are medals of honour
testimonies to his character
Though his visage is a prominent countenance of pride
He is ailed by a phantom of a little whelp
a wailing boy who stands at the threshold of time
ever hurling his lamentations to the man
with accusatory tones in little grievous voices
accursed day the mother's nipple he purged
with tiny bites and little nibbles his mute protests understood
and from his suckling lips his nourishment rid of with haste,
& left after the mother's guttural wails, a glutinous white trail of sweet aliment.
in persuit of new tastes, urged to crawl away from those who knew him
needing to quench his dry life with spirits and to lick his wounds in solitude
the boy's mistake his haste attitude to become a man
Ever and forever more so, suckling from a bottle's tip the said spirits, the malignant acids,
remedies to calm his demons, heart hardened and his will to live humbled, now with each sip he impugns his need to exist, sipping these pernicious aliments to tenderly nourish his grave and coax his days shorter.
bear not amiss the abhorant, dreaded days ere
when harsh lines marked the path he progressed,
in the keeping of a world with vile intentions this lone boy
with no loving hand to stroke a tender flame on his fragile emotions
accursed day when ignorancy ailed one such as he, to hate blindly
pride and arrogance his eventual downfall ever stirring him to ignorancy.
hate he suckled as nourishment from the nipples of a mother whose bosom coursed with old hate.
robbed of her maidenhood, violated absent care, then the spawn to disdain and loathe unfurl out of the desecrated womb, a gift from nemesis
woe ye the day he bid his own counsil unworthy to heed
ignorant of benevolence his creeping demise unfurl
heart unchanging ever frozen in the frame of the babe
Phoenix
Resigned to know I feel my heart
a beating drum to reach a stage
toward getting older where I feel
the aches and pain, that sometimes rage
With other aliments to inure
and aid from someone to adjure
improve myself where I assuage
measure my mind just as a guage
And as a Phoenix, I evolve
adopt its motif to resolve
in thought and purpose, I renew
my waning years, I bid adieu
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UNNECESSARIES
Some days when we need aliments
Or stuff to clean our residence
My wife sends me to venture out
With mission like a good Boy Scout
Well briefed with edicts firm conveyed
By She: one who must be obeyed
I go forth full of good intent
No thought to breach nor circumvent
With list in hand I scout for best
Of items to fulfil my quest
When eye in wayward fashion’s drawn
To piles of “When it’s gone it’s gone”
And little siren packs and parcels
Speak to me of tempting morsels
Biscuits, chocolates crisps and nuts
Lay there, seduce like wanton sluts
Returning home my bag replete
With stocks both needed and effete
Mid staple list I seek to bury
Little things unnecessary
I state my case as I intone:
“Man does not live by bread alone!”
The things that bring delight and joy
Lift spirits of this bad old boy
With love let’s happiness pursue
And relish what we have, not rue
Two hearts then gratified and merry
That my Dear is NECESSARY!
The mountain stands tall
Climbing it puts fear in a soul
Below there are trees in colors of fall
The chasm between the rocks is so great one can’t see bottom of the wall
The higher up there is moor
And higher still snow white and pure
Even if climb ifs very tough for sure
The mountain is terrifying yet it has strange allure
Edelweiss lives there and can be seen if mount one will tour
For many aliments it is cure
Its color is azure
And hard mountain conditions it can endure
Moor is violet during the fall
That is the color of the soul
Caressing it the very God can recall
And his vision the moor will extol
On the top of the mountain two pillars stand tall
But seem to be supporting nothing at all
What they are supporting is sky as a whole
This is their role
No matter what those pillars will endure
The counterbalance to very Omni verse they assure
Place where idea of chaos fundamentally makes no sense they secure
And it is this mesmerizing glory that is reflected in mountain moor
I believe I can make a difference
Why? Because I've learned to change my ways
I've stopped fretting about my aliments
And started living in the moment, each day
I've stopped fixating on my trivial issues
I’ve started planting positive seeds
My life belongs to the community
You'll have to excuse me if I cull a few weeds
I want to burn a candle at both ends
Therefore, I start my work before daylight
What an honor it is to help those in need
I believe that's my purpose in life
It's the great irony of living
The more I give the more I receive
To serve with no agenda
That's what I believe