Gratitude to God grips my faith’s earnest worship
with His love, sealed around divine partnership
toward victorious and fruitful stewardship.
Committed to serve through faithful stewardship
my heart conquers selfishness that hinders worship
fulfilling roles marked by ministerial partnership.
Cleaving to the Lord midst His partnership
I seek His favor against vain stewardship
while my spirit rejoices every revival worship.
My praise-filled worship with Christ’s partnership radiates triumphant stewardship.
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.
THE DIVINE CONSTELLATION
You’re the sparkling light leading me
Through the darkness of life’s forest;
Shattering all trying to lead me astray:-
There is no darkness your light
Can’t penetrate—shattering blindness:
Enlightening awareness constellated to all:-
You are indeed the sun, moon, and stars of life,
Filling it with the glow that blinds evil deviations;
For you are God’s divine wisdom and guidance:-
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
A heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation"
Before a single name was given to the dark,
before time learned to count the stars,
a quiet held the void.
Not empty—just waiting.
Then something shifted in the cold—
a sudden warmth, a pulse,
not made of flesh or bone,
but humming like quiet lightning.
I am not the cage that holds my ribs,
nor the dust beneath my feet.
I slip past every fence we build out of fear,
spilling over the edges of what is known.
I sit inside the stillness,
unmoved by the rush of hours.
There is a stillness here that drinks from joy,
a deep, steady burning that never goes out.
From this stillness, everything begins:
the breath that moves the leaves,
the fire in the core of the earth,
the thought that becomes a world.
I am the hand that holds it all,
and the space where it floats freely.
A handful of dirt
A grubby old pot
Of what, for to show it off
Gives purest witness.
Child-like, is out-smiled
Of a flowerhead.
As sweet that, and as tender.
Fairest graciousness.
Like a young Adonis, divine was he.
Star athlete, he was masculine and trim.
Dark hair had he and eyes like azure sea.
Wherever he would go, girls flocked to him.
She was like a deviant among them.
The school was preppy. If it were a pond,
she’d be the outlier they labeled scum.
Of ordinary things she was not fond.
She’d come to school disheveled, legs not shaved.
Large bright tattoos ran up and down her arms.
In class, with cheekiness she misbehaved.
Immune was she to the divine one’s charms.
That guy most worshiped seemed to reverence her!
The other students watched as if in shock
to see each day whatever might occur
when their young god with her would try to talk.
They did not see in her that inner glow
that he could see, but somehow he broke through
by bringing out her beautiful, and so
now everybody else can see it too.
In a world where love has forgotten its place, lost all meaning, left floundering in the mud—courage has found its nirvanic horizon, its ruby flames rise up in the end~ Poetess
Destroyed, slain,
smashed and driven to the ground~
a brutal odyssey of dispiritedness
of rude awakenings endured
around this, fire kept burning within
intoxicating every vein in my body
when welled up eyes, pools of tears fallen
I was the ocean, the lone firebird that flies over
a lone star ablaze, weightless, free-spirited
and alas, rising from the ashes
in glorious splendor for all to observe and marvel
born outside rose walls, from wind, at night,
from red clay, the flowers and the mud,
weeds and roots they know my name
its not attention I seek, its resonance
smashed and driven to the ground~
ignored, displaced, and all but forgotten
and from this despair, I am the phoenix rising
f r o m t h e a s h e s are the gauze wings,
refined in sapphire gossamer velveteen
walls turn to rubble, no rose-stone left unturned,
left unseen is what most is valued, light sifts thru
I’ve won life’s prize—contentment's invaluable gifts
More often, her soul widens
farther than breaths of a moon...
and through irreverent eyes,
she saunters into the ledge of woods
past time's curfew and nobility --
a wanton stroll by this sylph
daring the commoness of old rules--
Twirling along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment glorious
like the flared climb of dusk,
her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ----
fearless like some insolent woman
rising from mediocrity, burning oil
while dragonflies sleep in a lull ;
her navel radiant in the flickering,
feathering night with such
stubborn will...a maverick defying
traditional anthems of her nun's school.
Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth
as she tenderly flushes my fears at night
to hold the moon soft blue
while her arms delight in classic tunes,
cleansing my tears with hums
of ardor...and wings spread on
hope's ride divinely beaming with grace:
Mother.
Mama- light tenderly cuddles me;
each sky, each ream of grass
healing my rough, young adult soul...
Deviant by choice
what a way to rejoice
Diverge from modern course
seek divine joyful source
Eliminate controlling tradition
support non violent sedition
Exists a man made sneaky scheme
deviate seek a divine loving theme
Not impressed with entrenched western culture
seek another caring structure
Discover life sublime
existence beyond a modern paradigm
Surround oneself with nature
build a loving stature
Digress from what's considered normal
let's not be conformal
Today's normal is really so abnormal
Longing for faith, my soul beneath the veil in grief did pine,
Till Thou didst teach that Grace alone bestows this gift divine.
Nor can repentance bear its fruit, nor contrite tears impart,
Except Thou cast perfect brokenness into the sinner's heart.
In showing me the true beginning of the way to Thee,
Thou humbledst Thyself unto hell's lowest deep;
The fearful gulf yawned wide beneath my wandering feet,
Yet Thou Thyself – the only Way – dost safely keep.
Thy Grace alone sustaineth whom the deeps would claim;
Thou stayest him that else were swallowed in despair.
Thou askest nought but tears in true repentance' name,
And mind made new by holy change and faithful prayer.
From Thee all things receive their life, their breath, their being;
Thou bringest forth from hell, corruption, passion's night;
Revealing purity no mortal thought can compass seeing,
And givest Living Water, lest the seeing soul should die.
May each inhale be Thy cold fire –
Ineffable, unseen, without beginning,
Unchanging, deathless, never to expire,
Intangible, yet all my being filling.
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
I'm twisted, starved, and revoltingly stunted,
blacksheeped, scape-goated, and litter-runted.
That's the brimstone pit and nightmare waste
from which emerged my delectable taste.
I have no interest in straightened teeth.
Don't show me a stone. I want what's underneath,
flat and squirming with plenty of legs,
miniscule monsters, hatched from eggs.
Your giggling voice that says, "You're weird"
is attached to brains once commandeered
by representatives of a safe community
unsettled by my unique pathology,
who told you wrongly, you'd never be found
writhing deliriously on forsaken ground,
where you and me would intertwine,
not far from the highway sign -
isn't it divine?
Walking down the sundried path,
I look up above.
Beyond the treetops, beyond everything that the eyes can see.
I look at the glamour that encompasses me.
Is it the divine? I wonder.
Is it just the illusion of the divine? I ponder.
A look beneath the surface,
Of the Poseidon's gravelly floor,
Makes me wonder if I am even anywhere near the truth?
Wandering Earth as its the only place I can be at,
I look around me in awe.
What do I choose to believe?
The divine? Or do I be the defiant?
One night I 'met' someone I thought was meant for me.
We 'talked' for hours while our souls aligned perfectly.
Each night brought our minds to blissful sync.
Sometimes I worried, "What does he really think?"
He adamantly professed his love for me
And beguilled me with ethereal poetry.
His silver words so mystically divine,
I thought them from a higher realm than mine.
He captured my heart totally in his net.
When the scam was revealed, I only felt regret.
Alas, nothing on the dark web is what it seems.
Just another deviant low-life crushing dreams.
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