time never slows down
she’s constant like syllables
she keeps a schedule
tick tick tick tick
precise and clean
steady and predictable
time never speeds up
driving at a steady pace
both hands ready
When my heart sings, I write it down.
When pain brings me to tears,
when my soul cries out for release,
I write my hopes and fears.
Maybe its bad, maybe its profound;
it doesn't matter to me.
It matters just to write it here;
to make what isn't, be.
Is it more true on this white page
to cry, to laugh, to feel;
or is it just the way I know
that what I am is real.
The pen my fingers used to hold,
the keyboard I peck on now;
a notebook, now a glowing screen,
they are my heart somehow.
How lucky God gave me my words.
How true they seem to me.
Just shadows of my soul's great thoughts.
A child's first steps, so free.
Not perfect, no, these keys don't sing.
They'll never get it right.
But what I feel beneath my hand
is joy because I write
It’s my therapy
Yet they never happen
It’s looking out and seeing nothing
Listening to music without a care
Crying and venting to emptiness
Being stuck in time while everything else races around
Trying to explain your silence
While being told to shut up
Because you “talk too much”
Late Night Drives are my escape
The escape from the constant battle in my head
Telling me that I’m not good enough
Saying I’ll never be pretty no matter how much makeup
Yelling at me to finally commit to the bit and end it
Late Night Drives
They help me clear my mind
But when they don’t happen
It races a thousand miles a minute
Listening to music without a care
Looking out and seeing nothing
Nothing but a trainwreck of words and emotions
Scared they will judge you
Judge you because of the music you play to cope
This fear would disappear
If Late Night Drives
Could make their way
Into this depression-filled life
You are ever turning my darkness
into light you shine ever bright,
you are Beyond My Sunshine,
you are my life light
ELOHIM FATHER shine on me
You're bigger than the darkness black
Shadows bow down with just a speck of light
My Daddy light drives out the darkness
You are Cornerstone you are brilliant light
In being my inner man flourishes through the night
Embracing capsulating surrounding the darkness
In This Moment the light signs ever bright
You're bigger than the darkness black
Shadows bow down with just a speck of light
My Daddy light drives out the darkness
Shadows bow down with just a speck of light
My Daddy light drives out the darkness
The child allowed to have their way,
And do whatsoever they may,
Who is not taught to have restraint,
Develops traits that their life taint.
The rule of appetite destroys,
And undermines life’s lasting joys.
It makes the human being a slave,
To whatever his passions crave.
Instead of reason taming urge,
Unruly urges reason scourge.
The man becomes a boorish brute,
Unanchored from his soulish root.
The home should be a training ground,
Where order reigns and love abounds.
Here children learn how they should live,
As parents sound instructions give.
When parents fail their job to do,
Society pays a high price too,
with citizens who lack the traits
That makes a nation truly great.
So many lives are ruined wastes,
Destroyed by drugs that make minds race.
Because of lack of self-control,
Men wreck their lives and lose their souls.
The quest for power, wealth, and fame,
Becomes for some a raging flame.
They live their life to make a name,
But often their life ends in shame.
Don’t let your body rule your brain,
let brain over your passions reign.
Make it your goal to become good,
To be the best a human could.
pot
at the
end of a
long drive rainbow:
grands!
house:
where you
lay your head;
where your heart is:
home
I arrive home and start to cuss
I've left my baby on the bus!
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Late night Drives
There is something about driving late at night thats freeing
It takes away your worries and ignites a special feeling
The air is refreshing, and the darkness brings about a calm
The silence of the world with only the hum of a song
A song that might be playing that adds to the tone
Late night drives are a gift about which everyone should know.
Honed by time, review how attitudes change,
shifting from feral to ethereal.
Erst cravings material, seem so strange,
our face mirrored by time, inimical.
Our upliftment, indeed a miracle,
fears and desires replaced by loving heart,
wherein we deem all souls one, none apart.
Thus, shifting from grasping to connecting,
in God we trust, who our life course does chart,
our emptiness, with boundless grace filling.
Motivation to act, needs a doer
but no one is here, once we vaporise,
recognising God alone the mover,
childlike presence, receptive to surprise,
delighting in bliss currents as they rise.
Yet a question is posed, which we answer,
yearning for God-connect does not waver,
moment to moment, as moments entwine,
with singular focus, thus in prayer,
we seek our consciousness becomes divine.
19-July-2021
Motivation poetry contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Gangs today, created by youth
Charged with murder
13 years old
This is the ugly truth.
Can they blame their past
Of how they grew up?
To continue life as a screw-up
History of abuse and neglect
Gang membership
Of course, they will be
A suspect
Family history of criminal violence
Gun in the house
Does this give a green light for a child
To be Kraus
School difficulties, poor attendance
History of arrests
Make the right choice
One would suggest.
To cross that line from robbery to murder
In that moment of attack, what is that child thinking
With adrenalin so high
All they think about is killing
That split second, in that moment
You must wonder about their parents
And shake your head in astonishment
flower
catches my hand,
brings me to the soft heart,
enlarges my dream to your growth
life
-Monday, June 24, 2019 Chattogram
God drives my service* with His zest
propels it to blissfulness’ crest
wheeling moments so glorious
despite trials, still victorious
championing ministry’s harvest.
Gearing my heart to do what’s best
exalting Him to the fullest
by His might, never vicarious…
God drives my service.
Called as steward whose life is blest
I’m grateful for favor’s finest
to share love's gain, multifarious
midst divine leading, mysterious
conquering with prayer’s purest…
God drives my service.
*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
July 30, 2019
edited on |April 26, 2022
The light through
My Grandmother’s
Bedroom window
Called out to me
‘Calls out to me’
Leading me to places
Where I had to go
Revisiting me now
In my twilight years
‘In my twilight years’
Reminding me again
Of those places I’ve been
And my reasons for going
As the mileposts shone
‘And the mileposts shine’
Reaching into the distance
Where the horizon pulled
And the dawn arrived
In what drove me once
‘In what drives me still’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Obsessio
The past faded
as ideas came alive
Destroying with every thought
the status…
—of the status quo
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Two Thoughts- 10/9/2018
Vindicta
The ends justify the means
—when the means entail revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Sum = Zero
Totality expanded
The sum is now zero
Risk and certitude
—one and the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
The birth of my princess, the dawn of a fairytale story
My kingdom complete and basking in God's glory.
Schylar Rose you were named, our happiness, our joy.
A beautiful daughter to us, a little sister to our boy.
Only 995 grams at birth were your weight,
A tiny girl, but in God we had faith.
... But suddenly dysmorphic features were found
Our joy came crashing down!
Admitted into hospital, test after test
An irregular heartbeat in your chest
But God's words state "love drives all fears away"
Therefor we dare not fear, yet life was only expected for four days.
Our prayers grew stronger, God protect her through this storm"
God answered "she will go home two months after she was born"
Our little knight seeing for the first time his sister,
"Daddy, I like her" he softly whispered.
G-od's
L-ove
O-n
R-ighteous
I-ndividual
A-lways
D-rives
E-very
V-icious
E-vil's
G-uile
A-way
Topic: Birthday of Gloria de Vega (May 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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