No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
Stalker
Revelation 21:4
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”
King James Version (KJV)
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is it hell? Could be hell
For me, the thought of leaving this earth
Without Him…
To escort me from earth, to everlasting
To usher me from death, to life eternal
To shepherd me, from darkness to light
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is the hell that is hotter than a fire
The hell where God’s love is never
A place where God’s light can’t fill up the shadows
Hell is a place where a soul will never know
The sweetness of peace that is death’s great relief
The blessing of a light that shines, forever bright
The beauty of heaven, where He is wiping away tears
Heaven, where He is there to reveal
Heartfelt joy, everlasting wonder
Melodies so rich, like honey, sweeter
Sweeter than the moment of birth
So that death, the dreaded stalker
Fades into the Presence who is eternal,
Full of love, His Son will comfort the soul supernal
I once heard a warning from a sailor:
"Don't look at the ocean at night—the darkness offers an escape."
I wonder if it is the same for a soldier staring down a gun barrel.
As they run through dark trenches, fleeing death,does that cold metal cylinder promise a release?
An end to fear.The death of anger.
Or a quiet peace brought to a desolate land.
Many wonder, staring straight into that deep ocean of unforgiving quiet.
But peace demands a price in an empty country.
It means
a mother you will never see,
a wife you will never love,
a child you will never guide—
only eyes wandering a horizon that never ends.
But the sailor never taught me what remains unseen:
the sea always stares back.
It cannot feel your agonizing rage.
It does not share your lonely sadness.
It has no thought of family or friends.
Instead, it only waits for you to jump, and find your peace.
leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
So sad the eye
That look upon another sunrise
That seems, a light, meaningless without you
For our love last outshined the brilliant sun
And all the lesser dimming shades we shun.
Our source bound as one
Continuous gleam of warming virtue
That blue-clad the golden sky—
But mortals die
And one day even I
Will fade from view.
The sun knowing only gloom
Exists beyond its sphere
Like the loneliness of this room
That calls you near
To comfort thro'
The night's despair—
Shades closed
Curtains drawn,
No moon
No stars
No dawn
I'll give you an idea of what I'm thinking
let you into my darkest room
I'll hold your hand just to comfort
peel your eyes you'll see soon
in the silence of the night
sitting all on my own
I offer myself help
and try lighten the gloom
Talking to myself
stacking thoughts on a shelf
in a darkened room
only light is my screen
in a darkened room
I 'm allowed to dream
In my mind I'm a superstar
been around the world
In my mind I'm superior
my flag has been unfurled
my dreams are ghosts in the dark
and they are haunting me
I'm still building a Noah's ark
and filling with my fantasies
Nothing outside these four walls
in my tiny prison cell
the world doesn't exist, thank god
so glad I'm on my own
In my darkened room
It's unfair to assume total apathy
when good people always listened
and have worked behind the scenes
night and day tiring themselves out
to try and make the world brighter
in the only way that they know how.
Day fades into darkness, I cannot sleep.
Like a labourer working the nightshift,
I am stuck in bed, everything still,
wondering what the next day will bring for me.
My last few hours are meant for peace,
yet my mind is loud with thoughts of,
What will they think of me?:
Will they say I am strong
because I won a fight in grade three?
Will they say I am smart
because I built a house at twenty-three?
Maybe they will say I'm weak
because I cried when she left me.
Maybe they will say I'm useless
because in the world,I never changed a thing.
They will say many things when death and I meet,
But on my deathbed,
All I want is to dream
As the life I had was enough for me
We were conceived and born in sin
Shrouded in pitch darkness
The price written was death
Paid for by Adam as a price for
treasonable felony in death
Then darkness became our
second nature,
Our apparel and our cloak
Jesus stood in our place and
Paid the debt of our progenitor
He took upon Himself our burden
and baggage of sin
Nailing it on the cross.
Declaring our freedom from the law
of sin and death
Lightening our darkness
Illuminating Us with His light.
Joy over fear
Joy beyond tears
Tears of emancipation
Tears because of altercations
Altercations because of pride
Altercations because of confusion
Confusion about what’s real
Confusion about what’s fake
Fake news
Fake friends
Friends to die for
Friends to forgive
Forgive the bad thoughts
Forgive our understanding
Understanding that we can change
Understanding that fate won’t change
Change comes with a fight
Change hurts
Hurts to be different
Hurts to stay the same
Same routine
Same mistakes
Mistakes challenge the brain
Mistakes are forgiven
Forgiven trespasses
Forgiven truth
Truth is that we are trapped
Truth is that we are free
Free of decisions
Free to fight
Fight for freedom
Fight for control
Control the city
Control the world
World domination
World war
War on the minds
War on the soul
Soul seeking grace
Soul on fire
Fire on earth
Fire that burns forever
Forever in tranquility
Forever we fall
Fall into turmoil
Fall into oblivion
Oblivion full of control
Oblivion full of darkness
Darkness
Control
Covers a life in shadows,
Crying tears of fear, a melody
Colored by doubts, mourning
Common times when healthy and strong
Calm days, taken for granted
Considered normal, before normal
Corroded beneath a deadly disease
Sitting alone in the rainy enchanted forest
A place where my ugly thoughts could rest
I was writing in my notebook in peace
Words of love flowing like a gentle breeze
Then elegantly, a curly haired siren came to the surface
He looked right at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes
With grace, he softly touched my face
Saying : “I’ll make you forget the reasons of your cries”
Used to loneliness and coldness
I let him bring me to the darkness
Thinking it would erase my sadness
Instead, I got stuck in a mess
It was impossible to escape my weakness
I couldn’t help but follow this beautiful creature
How hypnotizing were his features !
A poisonous adventure of capture
That rapture in nature became my drowning torture
Sometimes it’s better
to stay in the dark
and let no light in.
Because light sees everything—
the cracks I try to hide,
the wounds beneath my skin,
the pieces of me
I keep buried deep.
In the darkness,
I don’t have to pretend
that I’m okay.
I can disappear
between the shadows
and breathe
without anyone asking why.
Maybe darkness isn’t always the enemy.
Maybe sometimes
it is the only place
where pain
doesn’t have to explain itself.
But somewhere beyond the black,
there is still a light waiting.
And I’m not sure
if I’m ready to face it.
Not yet.
For now,
let me sit here
where the darkness knows my name.
Ivory light fades
at solstice.
A coin in my hand
reminds me
that life is spent.
Still, I hold hope.
When darkness comes,
I rise.
Personal Challenge:
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Hope
Color: Ivory
Season: Solstice
Form: Free Verse
Object: Currency
Verb: Rise
Save me, my Saviour, by Thy Grace alone,
Not by the deeds my sinful hands have done.
Thou willest me to save: Thou knowest well
The way to rescue me from death and hell.
Save me as Thou wilt, as Thou canst, as Thou knowest;
By Thy known paths, Thy saving mercy showest.
Upon Thee, O my Lord, I set my trust,
And to Thy holy will my spirit I adjust.
Do with me what Thou wilt; Thy will be done;
I seek no other refuge, save the Holy One.
If Thou wouldst see me in the Light—blest be Thy Name!
If Thou wouldst have me in the darkness—blest the same!
If Thou unfoldest mercy’s door to me,
’Tis good and blessing; if Thou shuttest it,
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, whose just decree
Hath closed that door, as Thou dost see it fit.
If Thou destroy me not with all my sin,
Glory to Thy mercy’s boundless store!
If Thou condemn me for my sin within,
Glory to Thy righteous judgment evermore!
But as Thou wilt, dispose my path below,
That I at last Thy full salvation know.
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