Being Desperate to succeed,
Means desperate to foresee.
To foresee the rudiments of success,
On steady look and not on swift races.
Though sense organs react to tranny's pains,
If they endure, it results to plenty gains.
As tolerance life's span has no limit,
That's why success stay for no limit.
There are tyrant on the walls of pen and paper,
That even syringe manipulators inherent tyranny from the paper.
All spheres of life experience tyranny,
Sometimes to compact us not tyranny.
Those who persevere stand up concretized,
As rocks that have been conscientised.
Following this noble trend,
Is to know thy godlily friend.
A raise of thy shoulder is a total down,
For the way up is head and shoulder down.
PRODIGAL SON
Prodigal son I was
I lived a wayward life
Indeed a promiscuous
A boy with a sinister heart
I didn't respect no one
Nothing to lose, but all to gain
Nor was I scared from anyone
In my young heart it reigned
I lived in the streets
With my friends by my side
I didn't heed to my parents' advise
Nor from the teachers sent by God
In my brood, I was the black sheep
In school, I was the teachers’ antagonist
A bad influence I was branded
To my townspeople, I was bad indeed
I was eighteen when He touched my heart
I was confounded, baffled and dazed
What is this Lord?, I soliloquized
Change! Change! Is what I realized
I prayed to the Lord God
" What should I do my Lord?" I asked
" Be my servant, to me He replied
Then my faith, He concretized and galvanized
I am now teaching the Good Tidings
For men to be saved from impending judgment
From the Lake of Fire on the Day of recompense
That the Kingdom of God they may inherit.
Being Desperate to succeed,
Means desperate to foresee.
To foresee the rudiments of success,
On steady look and not on swift races.
Though sense organs react to tranny's pains,
If they endure, it results to plenty gains.
As tolerance life's span has no limit,
That's why success stay for no limit.
There are tyrant on the walls of pen and paper,
That even syringe manipulators inherent tyranny from the paper.
All spheres of life experience tyranny,
Sometimes to compact us not tyranny.
Those who persevere stand up concretized,
As rocks that have been conscientised.
Following this noble trend,
Is to know thy godlily friend.
A raise of thy shoulder is a total down,
For the way up is head and shoulder down.
Vital fluids drip
into the bucket
below.
Corn snow underfoot
a stark landscape
black and white
trees, snow and
shadow.
In the early dawn
our breath clouds
and the air
smells of
woodsmoke
and new maple
syrup.
Surely
the sweetest
sign of spring!
.
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A new month, won't be long now.
It is different than mother’s
Love; for it is Anitya; but it
Becomes concretized, once
Her psyche has fallen in love
With thee.
Mother was a woman of golden
Lightening; for she gave unto
Me heartfelt wretchedness. Thus
Beauty blossomed.
But the woman that I now love;
She is Vajrayana to me: my
Diamond which glistens in the
Mire.
I tripped upon her in the forest of
Affliction. She was sorrow unto
Herself; alone, in need of a true
Friend.
Out of pain, her radiance drew me
Near. Since the start of our union,
She has been heaven to me. I dare
Not say this of the others.
The depth of a woman’s love, if
Thou canst experience it, it can move
Thee to tears. I felt Avidya within me,
Scared of the love of light.
But I embraced love; somewhat
Aloof from the reaching of its presence.
I praise Spirit; for blessing me with
The wings of my awakening: unto love.
Glenn Jr. Marchand