We lived many times, like days and nights, the time continued on.
We lived in many places, we bloomed like the flowers and trees, we grew and achieved.
We drank from springs, we laughed, we cried, we sang, we moved like the light bright, then dark, marking our marks.
We lived in love, we lived in him, we lived with all he created and we learned from our sins.
We let the storms carry away the ugly, the damaged, the deceivers, and all the ones that caused us damage.
We lived many times, we journeyed through time looking at all the stars, smiling at the moon with its shine.
We walked up higher in the clouds and tried to get a look at heavens high.
We dreamed each seasons, and worked toward marking this journey better each time.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Once upon a time…
there was a Pagan and a Marble
It was no regular thing
as it was something to Marval
As it journeyed across the ocean to reach her
It was named Transcontinental
It was bright and shiny and sparkly
Like new fillings crafted from a dental
She used her witchcraft to make it a thing
her cats enjoyed to play with
They would bat it and roll it
and spin it in a drift
But when she played the game of marbles
Transcontinental was the best
As it would leave the circle
Upon the shooter giving it heavy jest
The Pagan loved this marble
because it was gifted from a friend
And for the fun she’d would have with it
Never seemed to end
I want to be listened to,
now none is near-
I feel threatened,
yet I stay here.
Those arms that hug and sway-
I never thought they'd betray.
The castle of love
I built so high-
I dream a sailor
someday will try.
Far and far I journeyed through-
this road has turned me blue.
I wish the crew could find me safe-
so I still keep his space.
Silence
There's clamour all around me,
the roar won't let me out.
We have to hide ourselves away,
but we're it's chosen prey.
Yet touch silence,we must.
Though,at times, a void,empty,frozen ,falorn
or refuge for thoughts unwanted,thoughts despised
that cling like limpets to servile rock,
I hear the beauty of a longed for dream,
the burbling sound of a far off stream,
the secret spell of hallowed dawn.
Silence begs me in to cleanse my doubts,
to ease the pain of jibes and shouts.
To truly see,not journeyed hopes of A to B.
Just for one precious moment,cradle in your arms
that sweet nothingness.
Robert Parker
From any time, anywhere,
to all the time, everywhere,
bliss mists within manifest,
signalling we’re truly blest.
We’ve journeyed beyond the book
and say scriptures were mistook,
on how kundalini moves,
in the manner God approves.
Humble is our gratitude
and playful our attitude,
that presence with silence yoked,
fire of magnetism is stoked.
Whilst poised in blissful response,
we slowly metamorphose,
embodying divine light,
breath by breath, by day and night.
With such musings we take stock,
of nodes spirit did unblock,
where we did nothing at all,
yet were graced by a bliss squall.
No metaphors can explain,
how bliss unties ego’s chain,
when synced to the cosmic hum,
the flame of bliss we become.
The dark night of the soul, the void seemed like forever
All around me was a wall, all by myself I was my savior
I was the solution, I was the answer to all my questions
I was in evolution, which kept me look ahead to the lessons
Deserted in a desert, there was no place to run for refuge
In the darkness I just sat, I wouldn't run from the deluge
No more fighting, I surrendered to the pain
No more running, I was tired falling again and again
I trusted the process, however small the steps were
I utilized inner forces and with time I journeyed far
While I thought I was gonna die, I turned out way more strong
With happiness now I cry, I arrived where I belong.
If my heart is a secret garden
it’s weedy and overgrown,
the few flowers that try to bloom
are pitiful spots of color
trying to find the sun.
Flowers once were technicolor,
long ago when love was young,
and sang in joyful notes
as we journeyed forward
on a path we made our own.
You were fickle; I was true
and so the path we walked diverged,
still the secret garden in my heart
waits for you to come back in
and sow the seed again.
M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
I wonder the path of
An unknown shoe
The footsteps it’s journeyed
The people it knew
The sorrow that led it to
Wander the land
The joy that it lingered in
Kissing the sand
Near oceans, salt misted
Or valleys of green
To contemplate kindness
For life so serene
Or running from darkness
When earthquakes renew
I wonder the the path of
An unknown shoe
376.
The 3 Races
There were 3 great islands in the Orient
Millennia ago, 3 Races here God sent…
First among them were the Negritos
From farthest lands came with bare toes
Second were folks known as the Indones
From not so far they journeyed less
Third were people we know as the Malays
From neighboring nation riding balangays
…And so the 3 Races thrived & multiplied
Establishing a society that made us civilized!
-09/10/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
As I journeyed through the hellish landscape of my past,
I began to put out the fires that somehow still last.
They were persistent and tried to reignite themselves, but I held fast.
Some would lunge and lick at me as the water was cast.
But I kept on working until the burning had passed.
I kept working until fertile fields were unmasked.
Then I began to plant seeds for my future. Seeds I would nurture into a landscape lush and vast.
It's been a while since you journeyed along
But my bamboo pen still sings you like a song.
Everything you taught me was exact
And in my life they are making an impact;
Some humans are animals
While some are psychological cannibals.
Insatiable, ungrateful and greedy,
Alhaji they ain't caring for the needy;
But I'm guided, prayerful and life is better,
Thanks for the wisdom and I'm sending you this letter.
#GaliDaPoet #Malian#Nigerian#American
In sun and in rain,
Toils of broken soles and blistered palms.
And the journey, tedious, ends in the dank
Leaves of a breathless forest; so rancid the undergrowth,
Hissing signals of danger in the darkest foliage of mankind.
I cringed alone.
So unkempt this unholy place, where the sun is
Mocked; so ungraceful, yet so glorious.
So cautious these woods, where the panthers,
At noon, watch with the keenest of eyes, silent.
Cadaverous each leaning wood, and misleading,
Every thorny path and track . . .
I have journeyed,
And so precious my journey that I seek life among
The living, and have thus toiled until I gathered and
Garnered the speckled pages of the apothecary’s creed.
Now the leaves in the cauldron boil, squeezed!
The content stored for squirting life into the living.
One day,
All these will become history,
For life itself ain't no'in but a mystery.
Our existence will one day be told in stories,
So serve your God and leave aside your worries;
"Abi kil'aiye jamo" when friends can be your foes
When you wish them good and they wish you woes.
Take a look at the tulips and roses along the trails,
They're lovelier than humans that are crazier than whales;
"O je yaa sora" and soak thyself in prayers,
For life's lesson comes in stratas or layers.
One day everything shall be like a dream,
Like waters forgotten, journeyed down the stream.
Niggyraslife 2026
Where to go to wrest life’s conflicts,
that somewhere, someplace to recuse?
When one feels that within’s without
and ere conclusion, now confused.
My parents taught me, “Find the Wild,”
and use it as mine own compass.
Oft I’ve journeyed back within
and found a troubl’d soul’s solace.
But for our own, we’ve not bequeathed
a comparable cultural meme.
Where shall our kids find themselves?
Where shall they go to self-redeem?
For our largess is numbing tech,
mere distractions of compute.
Will our children find the switch
to effect their own soul’s reboot?
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