Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four khaliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
A hawk flew high, soaring...
a breathtaking dive and dip
(Watched I with jealous
eye). Came a great aerial flip,
leveled to precision glide --
my wing-full heart sighed:
Oh, to have wings!
Short time later, I was indoors,
at the dinner table. It was Thanksgiving~
Oh~ God, thank you for wings!
Excalibur
The sword was held aloft by the lady of the lake
She said only the mightiest of men shall wield its strength
Only those true of virtue
Only those planted firmly in their moral conviction
She called it Excalibur because she knew it could cause harm
The "Deep Cleft" it could leave gave it it's name
It was an instrument coined in hurt,
It was granted only to defend,
Yet it waged wars and leveled kingdoms.
Excalibur is a contradiction.
King Arthur should have been good.
Our man of virtue sent infants to sea to die;
He gave into his rage;
He lacked loyalty to his queen.
The lady of the Lake believed in him too much.
She thought that virtue would survive a mans power.
She believed he would hold his morals over manipulation.
The lady of the Lake should have kept Excalibur in her grasp.
Not even the mightiest of men can wield its power.
The inability to succumb to the nefariousness that comes with power;
The incapacity to choose your children over a war.
A woman should have wielded Excalibur.
Peacefully they had marched on
Voices raised, not fists
Pleading for freedom,
For a chance to breathe without fear.
But what truly is freedom?
Is it worth twelve million displaced souls
Cities leveled into dust
And dreams buried beneath rubble?
What began as peaceful
Became a wound the world blinked past
Sores etched into memory
Scars broadcast, then forgotten.
The headlines have moved on
But the grief remains
Mothers still hold pictures
Fathers still dig with bare hands.
We all say we want peace
But does peace bloom from war
Or from compassion that costs us nothing?
Why must love be so rare it becomes rebellion?
Perhaps you’re feeling all alone today.
Despair is getting quickly past your guard.
You’ve but to get down on your knees and pray
And hear His gentle voice within your heart…
Have you been leveled by the life you lead?
And do you fear you’ve lost all your control?
Lift up your heart! He knows your every need!
And feel His presence deep within your soul…
Poor little sheep, have you wandered so far?
Now trapped within the brambles of your shame…
The Shepherd searches, so, stay where you are
And listen… You can hear Him call your name…
He says, “My peace I leave and give to you…”
Be not afraid in all that you might do.
Somethings need no explanation
You see a word
You know it's spelt wrong
A letter out of place
You just know it
You may know nothing about music
Until a wrong chord is struck
One bad note
And no one has to tell you
You just know it
I came to know you
Beyond the person people see
There was nothing out of place
No wrong chord in my heart
The perfect imperfections
A true mountain leveled to a molehill
There were no words to explain
I just knew it
It has been a long wait,
Longer but reached
The battle that enemy started
Was nailed perpendicularly
With our lovely Princess!
Long, long ago!
A dream was conventional
To quench the burning stick
Nicknamed national quizzes
But resources and timing
Kicked away our fantasy
Though struggled enough
But never fought abundantly
Here came the princess
Erisinta her name
And said Dad don’t worry!
Leave the battle on me
No army is needed
I can conquer all alone
And sent the enemy far
Quash him to death
And that is what she did
A Princess of the Royal Ng’abokwa
A single-digit score,
With lower points than all,
Leveled Chibe and Chinga
Our SPS vanity
This is the real fight,
That my soul dreamed of,
Come and celebrate,
It is our culture to party,
Start mbeta all the way
The best of our tribe dances
Bigha Chimono bigha!
For if you stop dancing
Stones and sand shall!
Glorify our God,
For he has side our fight
Don’t forget the rituals
That bound us with grace
Praise the Almighty!
For His mercy and blessings
Have showered our canopy
Dedication to my Daughter Erica. 27-01-2025
lover’s lane
empty
lonely
lipless
leveled by texts
not policed
Memorize all the demons you’ve beaten
creating the bold lines of your tattoo;
Don’t ever let yourself be downtrodden,
let the glass be seen as half full in lieu;
Life’s a labyrinth you carefully work it,
making your way from corner to corner;
Possessing infinitely more than grit,
no longer seen as the rank amateur;
Do you see it girl how you leveled up?!
Shining from the inside, all that desire!
Finding a dead end is just a hiccup
for the power of a raging wildfire;
Look in the mirror be your own hero,
just remember how you stood toe to toe.
You were the only face by which I wanted to be known
By now, you know that to which you have blown
I'm quivering like you see right through my accismus
It's spoken softly with a definite trismus
But I didn't see our connection as an isthmus
It was deeper than granite; it was bedrock that should not be easily missed
You could've known me for a long time, in which we would've both been more than sun-kissed
Our existence, where most likely others would have been sharply, soundly, and quickly dismissed
Holding onto someone like an unbalanced table leg, I will not be leveled like others you've known
You choose to lose everything we had.... everything we had.....
I will not let any more of myself be shown
He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows
and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing
but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wham!
love is dapper
always a gentleman
respectively yours
He studied at the Rose City Archery where all smart Cupids go for
an education on falling in love! What he wasn't expecting was some
day he would fall for a crazy red head who was a Pixie in disguise.
he leveled the arrow
it ricocheted back
to his heart
She baked him cinnamon hearts both spicy and hot to the taste. Then she
took him to a magical place where every day felt like Valentine's day.
It wasn't long before a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of
arrows bounced up and down on Cupid's knee.
I'm a Cupid
he said to his daddy
with Pixie Ma, Whoo-ee
I am fighting on the lord’s side
I am victorious on all sides
Enemies take heed and flee from all sides
Cause the Mighty man in battle
Cannot lose or be rattled
He is with me always
I am thus a stranger to defeat
At the mention of His mighty name
Every adversary must surrender
Every mountain must be leveled
At the battle of Calvary
He conquered death mightily
And made me more than a conqueror
Leveled mental state
these quiet evenings alone
I find peace with selfies
Nourishment of wild,
we forgot where we came from;
It may be too late;
Destroying the sea,
wiping out the whole forest;
No regard for home;
Parasites feeding,
mono crops poaching the land;
Rich soil won’t come back;
Humanity’s ills
leveled with nature’s fury;
Violent minute storm;
It’s over in an instant;
The faithless now filled with hope.
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/23
With war crimes against Putin, we were aggressively absolute.
Yet, seeing cities being leveled, the loudspeaker has gone mute.
I hear this talk about "interests" while women and children die.
As if the only thing that matters are the lost Israeli lives.
The world consists of many religions and nationalities.
I give credence to them all, not just the Israelis.
They speak of tunnels under Gaza, Hamas use for warfare.
Then, we come to find out the Israelis put them there.
America should really re-assess where it is coming from.
Stop deep-throating and speaking with a forked tongue.
The entire world is watching and totally tuned in.
All empires fall because they were spread too thin.
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