Creation is something that many have embarked to acheive
My belief is to get out of the way of trying to create while rolling up my sleeve
The next step truly has its own journey, distance yourself from thinking too deep
A great idea or creation could end up as a technique too steep
It looks amazing once I eject myself out of the anomaly's plan
Where do these ideas come from? could it be my mood or my hand
A trust needs to appear for it is all that works in a moment of creation
It will happen once all the elements bind together when it comes into fruition
I'm proud to call myself an artist with multitudes of talents
Whether I'm sad, depressed or just joyfully absent
Infusing tricks that remain tacky or cheesy has no place in my arsenal
Or should I just be and allow without a mehtod that's enforceable
Creation is the process of channelling a wave of discoveries
Marked in crystal birthing of artistic prophesies
They already exist in disjointed pieces
My job is to unearth them and assemble the
Art.
You were never meant to be a vessel of sorrow,
Yet the world placed its trembling hands on you.
A child seen as an outcast has no place here, they said,
Treated like a beast than an actual human being.
A childhood of watching, listening, holding secrets like sharp stones in tender palms,
Smiles practiced, tears swallowed, the weight of others pressing on small shoulders.
Burden child, you've learnt to be strong before what strong actually means, to stand silent so others could rest to give warmth while shivering.
Learnt to be independent and caring, even letting others walk on you like a rug, with no absolute care in the world.
Burden child, you grow too quickly, carrying griefs that do not belong to,
You grew to become a kind- hearted person but it seems that reality labelled you as burden.
Burden child, your name will not be a burden, but a survivor, and even more than that... light
You have no equal. (1)
You have no rival. (1)
For God so loved.
He is lifted above.
Don’t let the moment pass.
Bring all you have.
Lay it down at His feet.
Your needs He will meet.
His anointing is sufficiency.
Step into His glory.
Edify brothers and sisters.
Obedience of the master.
For God we thirst.
In God we trust.
With God we love.
Through God we live.
We are saved by grace.
Fear has no place.
Taste the heavenly gift. (2)
Taste the good word of God. (2)
Rejoice in His love.
That love from above.
Sent by the perfect dove.
My soul is where it grows.
Love is seed I hold.
My soil is in the fold.
He is the gate.
I am His lamb.
Let Him hear me sing.
Praises to the king.
A new song and a new thing.
I thank you, Father.
(A poem by ScottM, written in church 5/25/2025 praise tapdig com)
footnotes:
(1) “What A Beautiful Name” by Hillsong Worship 2016
(2) Hebrews 6:4-5
Born into an existence I never asked for told love of this world was equal to the fate of a thief a murderer a whore. asked to expect less but I desire for more.warned from the pulpit by those who claim that they know that hell is my destiny and there I would go.like a blind fool I listened obeyed and played good never knowing that the Truth accepted me just where I stood. hell is a lie perpetrated by man it crept into your doctrines having no place in His plan. Your man made religion is like that of Cain it has no place at His Table it will always kill Abel. If you don't believe me search for yourselves so many lies are found on your shelves. Ask and He will show you the truth of His plan for God's desire is to save every man.
Whispers of hope carried on the breeze,
echoes of a life lived in peace.
A world so full of beauty and grace,
breezes that blow with gentle embrace.
How can we find the calm in the storm
when all around is chaos and scorn?
The answers lie deep within our hearts,
amidst the echoes that hope imparts.
In every breath, in every step,
hope echoes on, never to forget.
It sings of love, it sings of grace,
in a world where hatred has no place.
So let us listen to the whispers on the wind
and hold on to hope until the very end.
For it's in these echoes we'll find our way,
and create a better world for all to stay.
The Room
Many hospitals have a room away from the daily hustle and bustle of accidents and ill health
A room that has comfortable deep chairs, where the light is not bright, nor is too hot or too cold, staffed by top professional nurses
Here they can come, those with chronic pain
And those who cannot be cured, can sit pain-free for some hours, and sink into a mild euphoria
This room has no place for religion or fear
of Darkness, a blessed room for those modern medicine can do no more
Wintry Sunday spent in bed,
rather than take Christmas lights down instead,
I'm right here, where I'm meant to be,
with you, this crossword, my next cup of tea,
a world turned cold, is left on hold,
it's futures untold, as yet to unfold,
January has no place to go,
but just listens to, the silence of snow.
I met someone who looked just like you.
The same brown eyes, set back enough to make out the outlines of your orbital bones.
The same smile lines that house years of laughter, joy, and perfectly frame your grin.
The same nose that harbors several insecurities, but is perceived as beautiful through my gaze.
She looked just like you.
Her voice was clearly different from yours.
Yours soothed me in the times I needed to hear you. It became my favorite song.
Her stature varied from yours.
You towered over me, but I felt colossal in your world.
Her scent was dissimilar.
Yours encased memories I would give anything to live again for the first time.
She looked just like you.
I will likely never see her again, like I won’t see you.
Both figures dissipating into a life that has no place for me. Walking along paths that won’t cross with mine.
I find peace in knowing that you are following the trail created for you. As I am doing the same.
He took risks you might not have
Thinking that he deserved to beat the odds
Flames like heated fiery thorns
Eat through his flesh numbing as they go
In pain, he swirls, his muscles roil
He wishes, Oh he wishes it would end, be over
His burning enthusiasm is consumed and charred
Blackened by the flames of false expectations
Reducing now into a smoldering heap
After all, he did set himself on fire
Believing the illusions, the lies he told
For power, more power, grasping for it
As the dark smoke fills his lungs
Choking his life's last breath
Scoffing at man's inhumanity to man
Inhaling humankind's immolation
As if were not his fault at all
This man on fire could be you
And so, the soul crinkles up into a ball inside
What's left of you has no place to hide
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Colored Pencil illustration G.Gaul 2024
There is a place.
Sweet as the smell of breath when whispered your name,
into which love has gathered.
Inspired by the colors of your soul when fully extended in love.
Side by side to any rainbow, your magnificent colors shine through.
A place where linear time has no place.
Souls in love can travel back to memories rekindled by the sight
of a smile.
Never could I believe I would stand alone
in such a place. Heart in hand.
In a place where songbirds chime out the songs of ever after,
Like the pleasing sound of children playing.
And with my heart, in my hands, my mind
can only go back to the one who was to meet me there...
At the doors of heaven
It’s quiet here
Now that you’re gone
The floors don’t speak softly
Missing your steps
The wind blows
without sound
But stings
All the same
I turn my head
To try and find you
Then it comes
You are gone
I visit your place
In which you won’t move again
The ground is tough
But smoothens my limbs
Without you
The rage boils
within
Home for the anger
Has no place to go
Homeless
I will keep living
So you will stay
If only
In my mind
If only
In the quiet
Of this place
RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.
Lynch my body
Pinch my soul
Punch my pride
Drench my blood
Staunch be your henchmen
Bunch of bigoted hooligans
Flinch us they from progress
Wrench us they from justice
Exhaust every trick in your bag
Pull every arrow off your quiver
Bribe your cheerleaders forever
Swing your dagger far and deeper
Behold! Destiny’s Wheel will one day turn
In your own inferno shall you burn
Hate will then find no buyers
Fade shall every Fake Soothsayers
Rama’s Rajya will then re-assign
Love and equality will re-reign
Unity and Diversity will re-align
Tolerance will do India define
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(From the anthology, Mantra of the Oppressed, available on Amazon.)
In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.
Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves love into words like a sacred art,
Spreading kindness and compassion as her part.
Her gaze is a mirror of the beauty she’s seen,
In each blooming flower, every rainbow’s sheen.
She dreams of a world where hate has no place,
Embracing diversity, with love as the embrace.
She walks barefoot in meadows where wildflowers sway,
A warrior for love in a world that’s astray.
Her spirit knows no bounds, her love a blazing fire,
A beacon of hope, lifting spirits ever higher.
In her heart, the gypsy and hippie unite,
Guiding her path towards what is true and right.
With a song in her soul and peace as her goal,
She’ll bring more love, less hate to heal each wounded soul
In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.
Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves love into words like a sacred art,
Spreading kindness and compassion as her part.
Her gaze is a mirror of the beauty she’s seen,
In each blooming flower, every rainbow’s sheen.
She dreams of a world where hate has no place,
Embracing diversity, with love as the embrace.
She walks barefoot in meadows where wildflowers sway,
A warrior for love in a world that’s astray.
Her spirit knows no bounds, her love a blazing fire,
A beacon of hope, lifting spirits ever higher.
In her heart, the gypsy and hippie unite,
Guiding her path towards what is true and right.
With a song in her soul and peace as her goal,
She’ll bring more love, less hate to heal each wounded soul
Grief,
This place
Where Love has no place to go,
Where Arms reach out,
To hold in embrace,
To find only,
empty space,
The clutter of tea cups,
The sound of laughter,
Long silent Now,
Grief,
love trapped,
Looking for a space,
a place to go,
A River drops,
Returning to the sea,
A Waterfall shouts out with joy,
A million rivers meet,
Sunlight,
Sparkling rainbows
Dancing in
the mist,
Love released,
Free now,
To Fall in salty tears.
John Roberts
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