I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead."
"I'm alive,"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned."
I clutched my phone to fix the sound
yet no solution could be found.
But then it rang- heard loud and clear
“I'm coming for you, nephew dear.”
Those scary words made my hair stand
Opened my eyes to see firsthand
My auntie's speaking right to me
"You had a dream- it's time for tea."
Though their highest potential destiny
May or may never become a part of reality,
Their transcendent love helped them see
All of their paths in which they can be free.
Though there were chances they never met,
They overcame days once filled with regret.
They had to learn through pain and lessons,
They had to accept they had confessions.
They had to find their true selves firsthand,
Then find each other in an ancient land.
The aspiring Hindu sage found a woman:
Always followed her intuition, did all she can.
Whenever this medicine woman spoke,
Something ancient deep within him reawoke.
She fully realized her powers in his presence,
Then he realized what is true love's essence.
Oh Moses, part my red sea; let us go...
Far away from home; where is thy straight rod?
Don't just roam around the shore with ego,
Slam the sea with pleasing anger, don't nod.
I prefer a painful freedom for real
Yes, more than a pleasurable bondage-
Like a citizen by birth without meal;
Quiet in pain than a daring slave in cage.
Part it, walk on its dry land oh Moses,
Bathe your rod's joy though, forget not Aaron...
Teach him to your best knowledge the basis;
Feel free, cross to other side cum charon...
Even when Aaron leads on to the land,
I won't forget the rod to part firsthand.
Written By: D. Collins 9/20/25
A kid from Compton has a story to tell.
On how to come up from the bowls of Hell.
He can explain it because he got it firsthand.
Extension cord whippings from less than a man.
A kid from Compton who grew into old age.
Somehow learned how to turn down the rage.
A kid before the internet where abuse is quickly revealed.
Long before the mental scars that'll probably never heal.
I'm just a kid from Compton, like any other kid.
Just had to take a different route on getting here.
But yet, here I am, still standing upright.
Maybe I was destined to live that kind of life.
The lobster was good because it is nurishment,
And it keeps my friend alive. For that I am grateful.
Bob asked, "How's the lobster?" He really wanted
To know because after his surgery, he had
no way of knowing.
The dinner engagement with my friend was
Great, and I assured him that the lobster was
Among the best. It was one dark night, but we
Parked by the street lamp. Its glow was
A soothing assist to a wonderful night.
The cancer succeeded in its thievery
By robbing him of one of his senses.
The cancer tried to kill him but failed.
He's still able to see, hear, smell, and feel.
One's spirit can be fully engaged,
Even when missing a sensory function.
I learned firsthand an amazing awareness
from a dear friend. Of this, I am deeply
moved and appreciative.
I hear the sermon say
I don't say should not be
It cannot be
And reasons then are listed
One by one
Why I'm not real
Why I'm dirty
My love, wholly unworthy
But God is all loving
With conditions set by
Men who experienced God firsthand
They talked to Him
And saw Him stand before them
But the rest of us
Simply have to believe
They hate the sin
Yet loving the sinner
Invokes cries for the death of me
Sure sounds like hate to me
I know my love is beautiful
Because it is
Has been
And always will be
Alcohol whispered lust to me firsthand,
I mistook my wife for a one night stand,
Drunkeness brought me the blame
Beer! Why put me into shame?
Booze then made me cry dry, tears of my gland.
8th October, 2024.
The thought of losing someone is hard to bear,
But holding on only brings more despair.
Hopes and dreams turn into disillusions,
Bringing on deep depression, along with seclusion.
Despite the pain, the heart fights to stay alive,
Because the absence is killing anything left inside.
No hope remains, no reasons to care.
Feeling beat down and crying out in despair.
But no one's listening, theres not anyone there.
Just you and your thoughts with no room to spare.
Lost in the moments you shared throughout time.
Leaving only a piece of you when they left you behind.
This kind of pain is selfish and only felt firsthand.
As empathy can’t feel what the hurt apprehends.
Soon the loss reaches a subtle peak,
where illusions proceed for the sake of the grief.
Finding solace in tears that's now your new home.
Only discovering peace by being alone.
Yisro was a pagan high priest; Midian, his home
Hearing news that the Red Sea split, and about Amalek
He turned in his vestments, gave up his place on the throne
Through the hot barren desert did Yisro trek
To hear it all from his son-in-law Moses firsthand…
We can all learn a lesson from this remarkable man
‘Amalek-types’ scoff, “I heard about that; I needn’t move a muscle”
But those with aspirations, off to hear ‘Moses’ they do hustle
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This Saturday morning, the Torah portion read publicly in synagogues is
Exodus 18:1 - 20:23, in which the 'Ten Commandments' are given to
Moses and the Israelites.
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26 KJV
One might look at this picture
And think this is impossible
One might look at a person
and think there is no hope
But within this person a soul is seeking
For something to spark a fire
Seeking a presence of love within
Somewhere, within all it's there
Sadly, the world makes it harder to find
When trying to learn from mankind
With mankind this is impossible
But through Christ spirit
This newfound love overfills
So then one must remember
It was Christ spirit that put off old self
Not to fall back into a world of no hope
It's not mankind that can raise the dead
Put on these new clothes of
Love , patience, humility, gentleness,
Forgiving, caring, unfound joy, peace,
And rest of vain labors in own path.
To see the impossible come to life
Firsthand, witness of the beauty of God's majestic power
When all else had failed one.
Then one will understand this picture
How could a tree grow here
To think how could God create within
One ,a new creation within
out of that old self : )
One might say where does this faith come from: )
I am fairly certain that I
couldn't write a Love Guide?
I could try – after years of developing
a connoisseur-like wandering eye --
but, after all has been said
and dones (need the plural), about
my many non-wins, and, not so many,
in fact, few occasional-wons~ ahead of time,
outcomes, whether day or night,
I've never been right!
But, I can say, it is definitely not
about degrees of intelligence...or, in my case,
lack of degrees. As for feelings, losers are just
as passionate – my firsthand accounts
more, I think, love can be likened to a
horse-race: if one doesn't break a leg
or foul before the finish-line, even
last place is deserving of a trophy –
for just having been brave enough
to compete~ on blessed occasion,
finishing affectionately
with 4 feet.
"Show me a sign and I'll understand"
Words I tell God as I face up
Hoping that this time I'll get a reply
For at this point I'm waiting for anything
Ever since I can remember,
The world around me has been silent
It's like lips move but nothing is said
And mouths open and shout but it still silent
I've got my eyes to help me see the world
In ways that allow me to see it raw
Without the filters, cause I can't hear them honeycoat
Reality for I see it firsthand everyday
I learnt to use our own unique language
That helps me speak freely in the open
Cause media houses don't do that anymore
They're all looking the other side while the world hurts
I enjoy the world as it is,
It's a peaceful place where,
I get to enjoy the sounds in my head
And the rhythm on my feet
The PO£T
I made her freeze,
To the place where she was unable to breathe.
She was a lost cause,
When she found me.
Hated me at the first,
Never knew I was the worst.
Ruined every dream she had,
Restricted every thought to stand,
Reminded her every consequence firsthand.
From never wanting me,
To compromising the sea,
Being happy in the pond,
And forgetting anything beyond.
Drying those tears like the very last season,
For which I was the sole reason,
Stayed in a place which felt like a prison,
Stifling emotions and screams so no one could listen.
For whom did you do?
When I was just a flesh,
Reason of your distress,
Even though you embraced me like your own progress.
The black cat kept following this man
Who covered him with a bag of black sand
After clawing his way out
He stood there and pout
Then planned his revenge firsthand
Who sees the colors of our world
Savory
Bravery
Charted
Hearted
Please understand
Firsthand
Many receive it
She had the courage to giveth
Trusting birds came to her door
Tap, tap, tapping to feed them more
Up she went and got some seeds
Within herself she believed
God's in control
Saw the beauty of her soul
She called them in
Birds flew on in
Our Lord saw her heart gifting
Wonderfully assisting
Animals asked
She was up to the task
Praise the Lord our God
Birds sang along, then nod
Her penmanship
Honors Heaven's friendship
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