That time when Jesus walked among men
has long passed, only faint images remain;
and the curious crowds followed Him everywhere:
they heard a wisdom from the mouth of dare!
Herod was a savage: the king of Jerusalem;
too jealous he was of the humble Messiah
who taught miserable men the beautiful truth:
the holiest man that ever lived was Abraham!
Christ paved the smooth way of righteousness,
He embraced all leaving not a soul to wonder;
they listened and felt divine love in plain words...
the Pharasies gnashed their teeth showing fear!
Walking barefoot on spikey stones made Christ bleed accasionlly,
they weren't kind to the Savior who dragged the heavy cross;
the red blood dripping from His crown was mixed with tears....
He fell three tim, then Simon carried His cross to brutal Calvary!
In the jungle so dark and deep,
Where many men refuse to sleep.
While overhead flies giant bats,
There proudly lives the king of cats.
With sharpened claws and lion's mane,
He seeks and hunts in his domain.
Hungry on his daily mission,
Where he finds no competition.
But on two legs with heart of stone,
His only foe that stands alone.
A hunter bred with deadly skill,
Steps in the jungle just to kill.
Morning light with rifle ready,
Eyes were bright and nerves were steady.
The lion spied him near his den,
And on his back his claws dug in.
Since both were young and both were strong,
They battled hard and battled long.
And though he was a pro at this,
Man's heart could not compare to his.
So as he scratched and as he clawed,
And as he gnashed and as he gnawed.
The hunter then turned to jelly,
And ended up in his belly.
Let’s decorate the T-Rex said a little boy in a scream.
Tree-Rex nearly came right off the bed in his dream.
Was the child saying that he did not already look great?
He gnashed his teeth, thinking of that child’s new fate.
Cold odd keys to lost cities glisten
as spikes of torment test the frigid
cold fish hands feeding ropes
into the winds biting kiss,
teeth gnashed against themselves.
Hanging on for life
Men in shirts of frozen plaid
disrobing for a touch of longing,
belonging to a certain tribe.
Whether they acknowledge it or not
they are each a star within the field.
A leaf, a blade, a patch of shade
within the black.
Each one forever fighting
to remain,
or to get back.
Today, forced to detour
Last week missed my plane
Blamed it on the heavens
No, not me. I am not one to be late
Gnashed my teeth
Gnarled in these jams
Do these passers-by know who I am?
No, they don't and why should they care
After all, they're just like me
With no time to spare
Fast forward a few weeks later
Taking a leisurely drive
Shouting out to Jesus
Thank God for my view today
Grateful to be alive
Another scene;
Permit me to pencil this one in
Today I made a new friend
When two years ago
My world came to an end
Life takes us places and puts us in tight spots
Predicaments, situations and binds
Not on my watch, you snap back
The Lord never fails us, remember this
He always makes time
For his path is the right one
And he's ahead of us in the game
He's gonna pull you through
Your temporary pain
You might not remember what you had for lunch yesterday
But in the grand scheme of things
Who really cares
Except for our guiding saviour
Who will be there for us tomorrow
He's already there.
No need to be down and out
No need to be in despair
God's driving us along this
Bumpy, potholed road
We create that's in desperate need of repair.
We mourn the death of those
who through a season shared,
wept the morning dews,
their white veined fingers
wave at the rain, snickering,
cling through the breaths
of gnashed clouds.
Then, each singular body falls
and becomes one pile of many,
like griefs we labor to endure
become memories of many lost
yet never truly...gone.
Holding on tightly
Eager to be in the the throes of something
Glad to be gnashed by the tiger
Thrilled to retain my anger
For it is my most
Pronounced
Enthusiastic
Normal
Feeling
She gave me the evil eye
She bared her teeth and gnashed them at me
I tried to ignore her
Did the best I could
But she was outstandingly arrogant
in her pursuit of bullying me
I was her last conquest.
It was just her and I now.
The explosion had taken the humans,
and most of the livestock.
We were the last two cockroaches
on this desolate planet.
She sneered at me with a Cheshire cat grin.
I had seen that look on her face only once before,
when she let me know everyone else was gone.
It was just us.
I knew she had news.
Bad news.
I crept under a can and hid
until she left.
Preferring to be alone
for the rest of my days.
I came into the world of my own
but the world received me not
Mama pinched my cheeks
violently slapped and expelled me
and threw me in dustbin of rot
I wept and gnashed my teeth
called for my father in vain
to those passing near I shouted
But none responded to the cry
dogs, foxes ate me for breakfast
Discarded and abused before birth,
I ask; why did Mama conceive me?
Why was I rubbish in her womb?
Why not give me a chance to live?
But only echoes responded to me!
I see my name in the book of life
Like humans I’m entitled to life
my stake in the world waits for me
Yet this world denied me rights
Mama vomited me saying; “Back to hell!”
We, aborted ones dangle on clouds up
crying for life denied, life betrayed
we observe selfish humans on earth
busy with selfish and merciless life
Yes. We go back but the scar remains
The tiger in our homeland
Renown for brutal patting on the back
And deploying and rewarding moles in society
Pampered himself for prevailing equanimity and;
Putting to the end negative forces
Every uprising he lit fire in bosoms.
Destruction was his favorite amusement sport
In a twist of events which only time could tell
No word is sufficient to describe his hellish end
The tiger wept and gnashed his teeth
Horizon descended to kiss him farewell
Every friend and foe became open desert trap
Dusk greeted him with plastic smile and iron fist
Every living thing withdrew honor, respect and security
Street dogs, tarmac and dust scrambled to taste his blood
Each ghost he created while in power shouted in silence
Reminding him of the brutal pats on the back of friends and foes
Trapped in the desert was payment in own coins
An image once conjured was deemed unforgettable,
For an inexpiable deed was done once she painted,
Scrawls across the gnashed pages that need to be fed
Of impish creativity,
Of feigned grief,
Of radical breathings,
Of trodden misgivings,
Of mastered betrayal,
Of heavy injustice,
The mind coaxes the hand with such intensity, that
Quashed the tip of a quill, raven ink which seeped into
Clawed trenches onto the parchment as it molders,
An umbrage to those whom relinquished their dreams,
Into the flaming recesses at which dawn never break.
JUST LIKE THAT
Amidst mixed expectations; came the unexpected
It all happened too sudden as was never expected
Out rightly, everything started to moved in the wrong direction
All that functioned stopped to function; the un-functioned started to function
Everything out of everything; it was too much for a surprise
Failure gnashed its ugly teeth at them; they became failures.
High on hope as the preacher made believe
To keep waiting as the adviser convinced
Time after time; our wall clock turned into television
Eyes fixed at every moving second; still waiting on hope
Just at the last hour when our eyes seemed to have shifted from the clock
Success happily smiled at us; we became successful.
Look! We need to talk
I guess I will start by saying that I’m sorry
I never planned for this to happen; though seems still a plan
I thought I was in control of everything; so I thought
As it appeared we have lost control of the most important thing between us
We went on our separate ways; to look for something else to control
With love gone; we chewed silently on our broken hearts.
Just like that...
monsters groan hair in wrinkled gnaws…
hell chews hope in gnashed cash…
greased volcanoes sire rising screams…
burn of cyanide and bunkers reich…
flags star stud the roar of flames…
The snow silently cloaked the land
falling slowly but insistently
creating large drifts against the walls
bigger and bigger get the flakes
A world of white where ever you look
gnashed here and there by trees
sticking up their bare branches
which are now also snow laden
Sheep struggle through the drifts
helped by the shepherd and dogs
fast as a flash the collies mark
until the shepherd digs them out
Still relentlessly the snow falls
roads and trails disappear from sight
I look out over the white landscape
and feel as if I am in the clouds
written in 2013
More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?
Blade on arms,
Skin might be harmed;
Skin was gashed,
Blade grinding and gnashed,
Red colors coming in a flash...
Blade on gut,
Feeling a sudden jut,
Provoked as a rut,
But, this was a guff...
Blade on neck,
Thinking about a sudden sweep,
Discord trying to overcome conviction and peace,
Even though, the blade failed again,
Failing to provoke the red gushes and streams...
Blade on heart,
Might be the last battle so far,
Trying to not give in, being so hard,
Though in the past, there could have been to many cuts,
And more deadly slashes,
Creating red splashes and plashes,
As I slowly might have fought, winning or losing,
Against the sleeping and life flashing feeling,
As I bleeded out..
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