Chosen Poems

Chosen of Eighteen Thousand Worlds'

Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad

Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad

Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah

You don't have to stop the sea to make me feel you've chosen me

You don't have to stop the sea to make me feel you've chosen me,
for I've lived moments of dreams, yet loneliness has embraced me.
I won't ask you to stay where you don't want to be,
I won't hold onto things that don't cling to me, I won't insist on keeping them.
But if you want to take

Psalm 25:1 The Valley of Desolation

In the Valley of Desolation all seemed lost.
Denying self and following Christ has great cost.
He had a plan before He created the world;
His plan complete before the universe unfurled.
His ageless will was He would become fully man
And save His chosen ones through His eternal plan.
Ever, ever will He save those trusting in him.
Never, never will

The Fall of the Chosen Star

—A Prophecy by the Last Watcher—

Beneath the veil of sacred land,
Where prophets walked on golden sand,
The iron winds begin to blow—
Saturn speaks, and Rahu glows.

A land once blessed, now marked in red,
Where ancient kings and seers once bled.
The trumpet calls from Persia’s shore,
And knocks upon the Lion’s door.

Iran shall rise, with fiery eye,
Its atom heart

Chosen Course

From dust to man,  
There was a bringing forth.  
The earth in its wake was void of humanity;  
Man was the last of creation,  
At the close of its duration.  

Made in the image of God,  
He was given the staff and rod,  
To rule and have dominion.

That Chosen Day

     That Chosen Day

Where will you be when Christ returns,
Will you be in His will as He yearns.

What will you be doing on that chosen day,
Living in sin thinking it will be years away.

Will you be ready when the trumpets sound,
And the clouds part as our Savior comes down.

When He returns,

God’s Chosen People

I want to start by thanking all women for bringing balance and sensibility to our lives,  
For embodying resilience and unconditional love (agápe).  
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers—of furries and Sapiens alike!  
Because all life is connected, each sharing a piece of the Divine.  
We all need agápe love from

OFF THE CHOSEN TRAIL-

OFF THE CHOSEN TRAIL

Off the chosen Trail
 He stands barefooted 
Walking barefooted 
Grounding his vessel

He  walks that-A-way
Beloved grounding his flesh 
His soul and spirit thrives

Barefooted stretchfore upon
I step upon intimate spaces
Walking in faith on jagged waters
Like Jesus  I look at Him 
As I leave the waves now  Walking to heavenly steps

Following you

Life as a Chosen One

Living in a world, I know I don't belong.
Wondering if I did something, to cause this wrong.
Feeling deep inside, my life was never meant to be mine.
Always searching for answers, I cannot find.

Living 61 years, upon this beautiful earth.
Learning recently, my life was blessed since birth.
Fighting strong feelings deep inside, I know now I cannot

Chosen For This

John 15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.

I dreamed a dream about a little baby,
so innocent and sweet,

Chosen One

Gone from our sight but not from our heart
You will be missed so much, and this is tearing us apart

From the first day that you were born, you were the gleam in our eyes
We never thought you would go before us, but here we are saying goodbye

You were very special to us and to so

You Don't Want Me

You don’t want me.
I’m broken and bruised
I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing
I’m a fraud
I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking
I’m the friend that always dampens the mood
I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding
I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry
I spend every second trying to please

Taught not chosen

Fears stay forever,
They don't deteriorate like weather.
And I watch the free birds through my foggy window,
And I watch their lives flow.

To grow old is to grow wise,
That's what they said.
Presidents and doctors and Gymnasts too,
This wisdom is not enough to mistake you,

They thrive for openings to their neverending fears.
They strive for a open door when

TO THOSE WHO'VE CHOSEN HATE

We have a choice to love or hate in this world we’re trying to create.
Today I direct my attention…to all those who have chosen hate:

I’m finding it very difficult these days when I see your prejudices…your wars
when I see the damage your hate can do…not to add my hate to yours.

Hate is an invasive weed

The Chosen One

Everyone wants to be you but no one wants the treatment you got your whole life.
How can someone be so loved and hated at the same time?
It's like being world famous but not recognized for it.
If i am the greatest that i claim, then I should die now.
Feeling like an outcast.
Lock my heart up and

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