IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION
I once wallowed in apathy,
I once had bad feelings
Of being unworthy;
Struggling with failure:-
In anger, I once felt
God had abandoned me,
Until a keloid memory
Of a childhood lesson
In gracious spirituality,
Massaged my aching soul;
And with amazing divine
Wisdom and guidance,
I became blessed
With the healing awareness
That lesson had taught:-
In renewed soul searching prayer,
I sought action to replace apathy,
And labors of love were revealed;
I beggingly asked God for help
in arriving at belief self worthiness,
And it was profoundly given to me;
I knocked on the door of determination,
And opening widely, it ushered out failure,
Graciously ushered in faithful persistence:-
Indeed, with forgiveness and supreme love,
God has never ever abandoned me; rather,
It has always been me abandoning Him!
Yet, with His forgiveness and supreme love,
God has now eternalized me with living faith;
Energizing me in being an instrument of His love
And a reflector of graciousness in labors of His love:
To god be the glory for forgiveness and divine liberation!
I spotted her in the enchanted forest, where the trees whisper tales,
She stood there smiling, like an ephemeral and mysterious star,
Exuding an ethereal elegance, in a white veil that swayed gently,
Tassels like little bells adorned her chic and graceful dress.
Her beauty was an old sweet song that penetrated the soul,
Her aura was a living canvas, a painting that drew curious gazes,
In a moment, a flash eternalized the moment, a gentle touch,
But she responded with a sting, leaving a painful mark on the skin.
I search for the story of this Lily of the Valley in the vast cyberspace,
Ah, what a sublime name and what a captivating presence she hides,
But a deeper look reveals the truth hidden beneath the surface,
Sweet poison under the surface's shine, a play of illusions.
A careful look unveils the secrets beneath the delicate petals,
Like an influencer hiding poison in the pink pearls of her necklace,
The first impression is not always the one that lasts forever,
She is the mistress of illusion, a mix of beauty and hidden danger.
Sore, sadden alone and down trodden. Smitten
Stuck on the facts we’re not truly physical
I use to visualize I saw, I touched not anymore
The scent of you not anymore
Even in mine dreams the sight of you dazed a blur
Oh’ how I loved you, the touch of you
The sight of you
The physicality of you
Now eternalized in another guise different point place you reside
In my heart, and mind, soul refreshing a blessing
You left yourblessed mark allure--
Maya Angelou Quotes
"And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed."
7/17/2024
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Cant remain but am
know I have to but cant
know I will but delay
sleep in the right time to die
spit my words like honey
casually crawls down their senses
muted slowed and automatic
the next tragedy so predictable
isnt that ugly or gross
why it was me
its how I know you
its how I hate you
so when do we crystallize
eternalized in motion
still and weathering
forever stuck on a twig
none the closer to snapping
I know I should but cant
I know I will never
so I wont ever
tell
the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that we cry out loud
trying to defile every throne that rises against us
the time will come when we will immolate the new messiah in fire
placating the wrath of the raging oceans and their deities
the insurgent skies and their merciless stains
we'll bring back a forgotten golden age
and then we'll set all the new traps
to drain for the last time the voracity
of every idol that is eternalized
when we stagger weak across the earth
and we allow them to enslave us.
Amber of golden flakes wither to a crisp
And green vines slither up the tree's limb.
Hills flourish up around like a wind's cold wisp
That leaves nothing more than this Grim.
Wrenched cries have eternalized
Its great wrath to say the very least.
How must this loving soul be fertilised?
For faults subsided have been released.
Vast gray savannas gloom the soul's tongue.
Rolling fogs cross lands, fearing nothing to bloom.
A deep abyss that cleanses your minds of gloom,
Fork the everglades to trench the spirit unrung.