The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
Looking back with a tender and firm hand guiding us forward to stand taller than our shadow. Giving faith and love when needed to grooming us to stand firm with confidence and conviction in the choices of life.
Thank you parents for never letting go
Thank you for teaching us about God and standing firm in faith and guiding us to find ourselves.
Thanks for Never letting go and removing all doubt.
You've always been there when we fell.
picking us up to be stronger taking us forward, showing us that life is no always roses.
Guiding our paths with wisdom and faith.
Teaching us to pray and never look back.
For being not just a brother but also a friend I know that our trails was just a journey to Greener pasteurs with conviction moving forward
Into the patterned tile and out the swirl,
So does my conviction spiral,
Towards the sun-twinkled edge,
Warmer and warmer do the eyes burn,
Where I can't trace with the tongue.
From behind to beside to opposite you,
So is the path of my conviction,
As you evolve only in perspective,
It is still you I am fixated on,
But your stasis deems me strange.
Away from the center, towards the edge,
There is the dome of my conviction,
The wind on your shawl waves me away,
And when I reach for it's familiar fringe,
My hands come away bloodied.
As a part of life,
there are things
You may learn to accept without understanding,
and understand without accepting.
They exist, woven into the fabric of life.
You made peace with their presence,
whether through acceptance or comprehension.
But not through conviction.
For conviction demands both:
acceptances and to understanding,
not as a compromise,
but as absolutes.
Carry the weight of things
not chosen, nor claimed,
but inherited.
They settle into ones life
like dust on old shelves,
quiet, persistent,
never asking to be understood
or accepted.
Unwarranted by self-will,
but exist by presence.
And so one lives with them,
not in defiance,
not in surrender,
but in motion.
To some truths
do not need conviction
to endure.
The Queen has a navy
That floats in her gravy,
It’s sharp and its clear,
But it’s sure tough to steer,
For the rudders get stuck
In that thick, grayish muck,
And the lads in the stern
Have a penchant to yearn
For the bright shining waters
All popping with otters,
Yet they smile as they sail past
Her Majesty’s repast,
And wink as they think
That they’d better not sink,
For if sailors go down
In the gravy, they’ll drown,
And you can’t hear them yelp
Through the lard for some help,
And therefore it’s wise
On the ship to keep eyes,
And they sail towards a biscuit
And think that they’ll risk it,
‘Midst butters and jams,
And kippers and clams,
On a crumbly crag
Raise Her Majesty’s flag,
And with hearts beating proud
Face the smiling crowd,
For a deed large or small,
It is better than all,
If it’s done with conviction,
Not merely good diction,
And protecting the table,
Or more, if you’re able,
Brings honor unseen
To country and Queen.
It sits heavy, like an iron weight
that’s held in my gut too many years,
longer than the son of God trudged his days
through dust and spit and bitter wine.
and who am I to think I’m different?
I’ve carried it past innocence,
dragged it through beds, through bottles,
through empty rooms with broken clocks.
I knew the lie before it learned my name,
and still I let it crawl in me,
make a home from my bones,
turn my heart to rust.
I’ve heard them whisper,
seen their glances dart and pierce,
and yeah, it should make me burn,
should twist me with rage
like a rag wrung out for blood.
But here’s the sick part: I forgive.
I let them slander, I let them sneer.
Maybe they think it means they won.
Maybe they think they’re righteous.
Me, I just keep on,
empty pockets, empty hands,
carrying the weight alone.
In 1955,in Lincoln,Nebraska,John E.Reid hepled
gain a confession from a suspect,darrel parker,
for parker's wife's murder.This case established
Reid's reputation and popularised his technique.
Parker recanted his confession the next day,but
it was admitted to evidence at his trial.He was
convicted by a jury and sentenced to life in prison.
He was later determined to be innocent,after another
man confessed and was found to have been the
perpetrator.Parker sued the state for wrongful
conviction;it paid him $500,000 in compensation.
Note.Zafar Supari you are guilty of criminal offense.
Understanding another person’s line of thought
cannot end with mere tolerance.
When basic beliefs differ, when I feel distraught
I hear my spirit as it chants -
Faith is substance of which no Christian recants.
When challenged, ask, seek and knock,
lest altercation alters your mind and heart.
Trust your foundation to the Solid Rock;
speak the truth in love, not as an upstart,
knowing destiny means some paths must part.
March 21, 2023
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
Swimming in the sea
of spectacular
totally full to bursting
Completely realized
when being nothing would be so easy
Flying on sound
orbiting up
with no idea of ....a purchased landing
Emboldened by want and need
Surreal
as merely beautiful men will never know
Flying solo in a lightless.... world
Thrilling to your own notes echoing back to you
off ceiling and walls
knowing the vibrations of greatness in your cells and atoms
in the goosebumps of your own skin
walking out
to the heat of the stage lights
to the murmurs and movements of so many
The first time
hearing but not seeing
believing but not knowing
Hoping... desperately
or not even hoping
That first time
a connection...a conviction ...a gift
The grit of pure Courage
He reaches within the deep recess of his soul,
To give and share all that he is.
Each thought, each revelation
That is received, is returned with candor.
For now he is unfettered and alive,
With the possibilities of the universe.
To know and be certain,
That is the way of the Knight.
Whose strength is in his wisdom,
And whose light shines through his love.
Without totality of conviction,
There would be nothing held sacred.
Honor must never be sacrificed for pride,
The sanctity of truth demands more than that.
Secular desires being driven by fear,
Give way to the sacredness of devotion.
Sacrifice for the sake of duty,
Being the one and only choice.
Nothing nobler can ever be attained, nor achieved.
Sunlight fading on my excited brows
Her image embedded to the very depths of my soul
The clouds turn dark and cold wind blows,
I quickly drag my feet to the washing bowl
Then I lay in my memories of her beauty to behold
With a smile that could further brighten up a sunny day
Eyes that sparkle like dew in the radiance of the morning sun
A being so pure that keeps all sadness at bay
Fragrance so divine i had no problem in my mind to rerun
Spreading happiness about with which she was rather bold
Dawn came knocking sooner than expected rudely
I cursed and woke up with a sudden but firm resolve
That, i must confess to the lovely lady absolutely
Before my conviction falters and her in memories dissolve
My life is not perfect,
But my faith is correct.
People always believe
in me... not for being
veritable...
But because
I lie sincerely and with conviction... !...
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