You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.
You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.
Your flesh burns with desire.
Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.
You wear an integument crimson as you let the tide of immorality navigate you to an equable rookery.
You are trapped in a world of get rich, stay rich syndrome.
So, at will, you summon your false devoted mien when you assemble the sheep.
You are a rhetoric genius.
You are brilliant in systematic explanations of the biblical text with theatrics and thematic expository narratives.
With an unpurified soul, you instill in yourself the force to be personable and charismatic as you sink your articulate fangs deep into the throats of your faithful sheep.
You gave birth to yourself and you live in a realm of narcissism.
You live with no prickling stings of regrets.
January 16, 2023
1 Timothy chapter 3 verse 8
2 corinthians chapter 8 verse 21
you inspire me.
you make me want to be
Audacious and
Beauteous and
Creative and
Distinctive and
Equable and
Forgiving and
Gentle and
Heroic and
Interesting and
Jocular and
Kind and
Loving and
Magical and
Non-judgemental and
Open-minded and
Patient and
Quemeful and
Rebellious and
Self-reliant and
Tender and
Unique and
Valiant and
Whimsical and
Xenial and
Youthful and
Zealous.
you inspire me.
you make me want to be
nothing like you.
4.22.2021
I sat outside my house,
At murky night,
In moist lush lawn;
In pursuit of finding paradise,
Watched stars and moon,
In murky sky;
So light, so empty vacuum,
Our blueish sky;
Yet held all stars in her lap,
As if she were mother of all;
So unique, had motherly love;
Some stars were bright;
Some were hazy white;
Some moved fast,
Leaving gleam trail of tail;
Some stars looked faded pale,
Existed far above shining stars;
Her caress,
Was same and equable to all,
Lap of her was paradise;
© sadashivan nair
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I remember a young man of long ago,
I as fond of him as he the bow.
We thrived together, discovering astride,
grew into our own side by side.
I came for the archery, and stayed
for the friends - oh, the parts we played.
We shot, spoke, studied and strummed;
on my heart's strings the experience thrummed.
This companion's name intrigued sans surcease,
'til he told how Eirenikos means peace.
Greek it was, and Greek it was to me,
for anger ever flows within me with glee.
In spite of that, we teamed well, made a fine pair,
learned how to wear blade, bow and banter proud and fair.
Every event we could make it to cemented thus more;
there, I felt unfettered - normally, always at war.
Now here I sit, trying to keep his lessons in mind,
while to Dante's lands, for a spell, myself I've signed.
Amidst this strife, I long for those halcyon days,
to return to Eirenikos's eponymously equable ways.
Two sides of the same coin, were this bowman and I,
his name the chronic reminder - a better man is ever nigh.
In his world, myself I chose to engross;
striving to speak with the voice of Eirenikos.
As I lay on sodden ground
Silence reigns,
There lays no sound.
I feel no pains
I have no displeasure
My heart interlocked by chains.
I feel great and euphoric leisure
I am in control I’m proud to say
Nothing can stop this pleasure.
I am feeling no guilt and no sorrows
Am I kidding myself to the actual truth?
Because even small ants cast long shadows.
I have passed the fountain of youth
I also been removed from past glory
Nothing is equable and nothing is smooth.
In truth this is not all my story
It belongs to another sod like me
We’re are not hunky dory.
One side of me is totally free
The other confused and fouled up
Both in me yet they never agree.
I can feel them but never see them close-up
Yet even small ants cast long shadows
So do I and I am going to shut up.
T ommorow talks tough,
A sking all already answered,
T ackling today's threshold
T hrough time's turf,
E voking equable emotions
R oundly rocking retentions,
E verlastingly entrapped
D uring dreams devastatingly drapped;
H elplessly hiding
O doriferous oddities,
P ushing perplexities past purpose's
E xtensively eroding ending.
Sweetly
Whispers
Eternally
Enternally
True
Peace
Encouraging
All to be
Constant
Equable soul
The Wars of my life invaded without any signs of warning,
As a result my core has become overheated,
I have begun to go into a "Meltdown" mode,
The flames are consuming me "somebody help!",
My mind tries to "Band Aid" my heart from complete detriment,
Blanketing the flames to a halt as much as it could,
It's no use ,It's redundant.
Inside my docile persona ,
My heart weeps for pacification.
My mind is in combat with each aspect of life,
A verdict cannot be reached ,
Until every part my life has become equable to cope with,
Then I can step out and move on.
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