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First I lost my mind, then my heart.
And then my senses, I lost the whole of me.
I was absolutely broken without immediate solution.
But they say time would heal,
When I was downcast from the top into the valley,
Just like an outcast, I live in solitude.
Others said you don't heal you just let go of the past.
That what had happened, happened for a reason.
And it has happened so move on...
Even the tears I cry could wash a whole city clean.
Just as white as snow.
Slowly I begin to Imagine a day when things will fall in place again.
Then a voice inside me said out loud, don't just imagine boy,
But rather turn your thoughts into reality.
Then another whispers hey you,
You did it before, you've done it several times.
Now look at you boy acting like you ain't capable,
Of what life had thrown at you.
Now wake up to your true-self! And see how powerful you are!!...
Life wouldn't give you a battle you can't conquer.
When life itself is not ready to give you away to death.
Remember the strongest of all the soldiers,
Fight the hardest battle.
Don't let the shackles of pains hold you back,
Or the chains of the old pull you back from rising,
Just like the phoenix which rises from ash to the top.
And never go down again.
Wake up now!... The voices keeps screaming.
So you can get hold of your mind,
Your heart and then your senses again.
So you can make use of your life.
I ponder over this while still listening,
To the echo of the voices inside.
Then there comes a risen light for me,
To use in seeing in the dark, my mind, I retained.
Then another leading me with all light to the precise location,
Of the God (PURPOSE ON EARTH) in me, it's my heart. I retained.
The joy of my heart and power of my mind,
Did send the light back to my senses, my brain I retained.
Amazing grace became the song I sang all day long.
Now I know I am the driver of my thoughts and life.
For I never knew I was the light at the end of the Tunnel.
Then comes the voices inside whispering slowly and loudly.
don't let the situation of life dim you again,
Stop searching for the light at the end of tunnel,
Be the light by staying true to yourself.
He said ALOUD you are the light, so shine BRIGHT
DEAR ONE. He whispered aloud SOFTLY before disappearing.
Brother Gaus
Gaus is a Rainbow man
Only that he’s not curved.
He’s just a miscellany
That makes him striking.
Gaus has a funny knack
Of repairing any gadget
Can do so with anything
Except repairing himself.
He can service the lot
Except his own wife.
With identity so fluid
He lives by convenience;
He’s black to a black man
White to a white person.
He’s a fast talker, Gaus,
Using a funny diction....
Take it with a pinch of salt;
He lives by expediency
He’s curved as his colour!
A mixture of colours-
A chameleon in the bush,
He takes colour of bush
In which he deeply hides
And never the lash bush
The colour of his hide!
He’s always out of colour
Unless abound colour nearby
This makes him fluid,
Expeditious and impulsive.
Gaus believes in a god;
A god not too black
Nor a god who is white
But god who is coloured!
At least his is not racist
Though not coloured God
Or one of expedience
Or God who is fluid
Or one who repairs all
Except mending Himself,
Or who is a fast talker
Getting followers nowhere
Good to regard or take
With a pinch of salt...
But then Brother Gaus is!
Talks of the war time
Fighting on the wrong side...
It gave him sense of sate
Choosing who paid most.
Maybe his side was right.
He was on the cross roads;
Colour crisis that mislead
Both and was hated by both!
He was also ostracised
But hung onto the diction.
His wife is sable black
Memories of ancestors;
All are as white as snow.
He is left-handed and fast
When kindled a slugfest
He embodied barbarism
Of one side and tactic
From the other camp.
He demands white’s meal...
When he fails at school
“Native ancestors are ok!”
Lazy: Whites are thinkers,
“I need no manual work...”
Greed: “I need much meat,
“Ancestors were hunters!”
That’s why a tortoise
Has a shell that is cracked;
The tactic of retracting
After attracting hatred
Draws a lot of resentment.
Both cannot trust Gaus!
He’s like a mouse and bird
Both merged together
To create a power mule
Of a funny countenance.
Would he run with Hare
And hunt with Hound...?
Gaus will run with both
And be chased by both..
And, none will be pleased!
JM
03rd Nov’ 2013
She is the scarlet woman
Accused and tried
Made to wear shame as a veil
To be prejudiced by the society
Somehow I wonder if soceity is wrong
She is a whore, an adultress
A witch who deserves no pity
At least that what mother said
Dad just smiled and whispers
Ladies should not speak of such thing
But I wanted to meet her
And I did
Nothing prepared me for what I saw
Her cape was as red as blood
Her veil as white as snow
And when she took off her veil
I could see neither a witch nor a whore
Her beauty was not what undid me
But her glum eyes
That spoke of years of loneliness and shame
I would have walked away, I should have
But my sudden fascination stopped me
Maybe it was that or something more
But that was the beginning of days from home
It was the start of an undying frendship
Before long I thought of her as a mother
And though I wanted to defend her
From cusses that were undeserved
I thought to scream of her innocence
I must remember my place
In the hierarchy that is the society
Maybe I was afraid of what my family would think
Or afraid our frendship would meet its end
So we kept our frendship a secret
And though years passed
Season changed, war passed and peace came
Though kings reigned and loyalties changed
Our frendship was unending
She thought me to sing and write
And to have for myself a mind
And then she died
On a day so bright she died
Quietly and alone I buried her
And then I mourned her
Mourned her life
Mourned her death
Mourned my now lonely life
Till I could cry no more
And everyday since then I have thought of her
Somedays I cry somedays I smile
Its been years since then
And though I have just a moment to live
I still think of her
And now that I have nothing to lose
I tell this story to all that can hear
Of my secret frendship with the scarlet woman
COMFORT
Spring sashay this way
Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting from the brooks water sprite,
As the water babbles over pebbles so smooth like silk so sheer
It's water effortlessly flows glistening as it's completely crystal clear
Just Look at you down there hidden away so Inconspicuous
Each inch is like a living renaissance picture, such picturesque pictures
The brook is camouflaged amongst the ditches brush
Thankfully it's babbling gives it away, a splendid sound we don't want to hush
You think you've found the end of that little babbling brook until you see
The water continues under a little trolls bridge beyond what the eye can see,
I guess it flows ahead babbling through many brooks for miles and miles ahead
Until it stream lines with a stream or reaches a rivers head
Maybe it locks with a lake or perhaps it'll even see the sea,
one thing is for sure the water in this babbling brook is forever flowing free,
Just like the flourishing leaves on all the trees
As the seasons change the shoots begin to spring from mere seeds
To little tightly caressed shoots and buds starting to fill the bare trees,
Just waiting for the sunshines kiss to awaken them just like sleeping beautys prince,
Slowly they unravel into lushes bright waxey green leaves shiny and new
Bundles of Blossom pettles as white as snow White was to,
They start to pop open like little ballerinas in pastel dresses performing cambre
Followed by the cherry blossom ballerinas opening with Echappe
Nature's starting to paint over it's autumnal canvas
With splashes of summer colour from plants like the strophanthus and dianthus,
Rainbows fill the skies with a beautiful memorial of the great seasonal battle,
Between the April showers and Mays spring sun rays who seems to have finally won.
Autumn is ending and spring has finally arrived and summer will soon have begun.
(A Thank You To God)
1.
God!
I love this life so much,
How your creation turns me ON,
I wake up singing the joy of each new day,
Even as my body aches with age.
The gift of every morning’s light,
And rain, that precious gift,
Gift that keeps on giving,
Fuel of your abundance.
Seeds, barely seen, that feed and house my soul
A daily miracle, whisper the truth,
Of Your ever present love.
How farmer in me swoons in admiration
At your abundant provision,
Your love, like the rainbow, has many aspects.
Poetry and music that the ether carries,
Fills every dream with water
That like a fish, I have learned to swim in,
And star dust’s sexual nature,
Whose secret longings birth all living matter,
Though inert, how its dreams of movement,
Forge our very nature.
Oh Lord, the fertility of Your imagination
Fills me with such a longing,
Stand by me like a midwife,
Husband me into Your Presence,
Thus make my OFF a new ON.
2.
Take me,
Take me to where your heart so open
Waits only for my laughter,
Thrills in each moments progress,
Stumbling, I fall before You,
Never fear, your hand in anger,
Plant me, plant my feet on Your Path,
Make my life a counter point
To your melodic line, your leading
Show me how my tiny spark
Enriches even Your existence.
3.
Forgive me
Lord, when I’m pissed OFF at You
Or at some inner failing in me,
Open my eyes to the truth
As You’d have me see it,
Those disappointing strangers,
Help me to hear with both ears.
You who have always loved me,
Even before Your Son’s blood washed me clean
And made my every stain as white as snow.
When life takes something from me,
That I think really matters
And anger blinds me to You
Remember I still need you...
When I’m OFF at the races
Putting ego through its paces
Remind me that the battle’s won already,
Loving You is all I have to do....
Life in You so easy,
One, Two, Three!
Brian Johnston
January 6, 2015
I heard the tale of snow white
That she was the most beautiful girl alive
No doubt with face as white as snow and lips red like rose
But do you know that she was addicted to drugs?
Logic and conspiracies tell so
The elfs were really clever, they would give her drugs
And in return different men could touch her
You see that it was a source of income for them
The apple her step mother gave her was full of cocaine
It was so wonderful that her heart exploded so did her brain
And a drug addict she became Since she was living in disguise
She wasn't having the money
So she make a deal with elfs and present herself sweet as honey
But one day came a prince, who with her wife was pissed
Impressed by her beauty, he gave her a kiss
Don't think of him as a innocent guy,he told his wife a lie
And came here to see the most beautiful girl alive
Otherwise who kiss a sleeping girl infront of seven elfs?
Snow white woke up to a stranger giving her a kiss
But it was okay, coz he was hot and fit
That day she also fell in love
The prince told her about her strict wife
Her rules and how miserable was his life
So Snow white promised to leave drugs
And live a life which was of love
She is that girl because of which a prince divorced his wife
So they started to live together happily for the rest of their lives
The elf then started a different business of Mary
Her purpose was to flirt
Mary had a little skirt, little skirt
Which were having holes from the sides
Because of which people could see her thighs
One of her skirts were having hole in front
But elfs were clever, unfortunately she doesn't wore it often
It was for special foreigners
Unfortunately Mary one day found a lamb
So today we read that Mary had a little lamb
And Now Mary work in a different program
9 july 2018
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July 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-4
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INVITES US TO COME TO HIM
God invites us to come to Him and to His perfect will
Where our faith rests in His assurance of “peace be still”
There we remember Christ’s sacrifice on Calvary’s hill
While He exhorts us that His commission we can fulfill.
God invites us to come to Him for His safe keeping
Where our faith soars along righteous leaping
There we walk with His light upon divine stepping
While He enables us to labour in His work for abundant reaping.
God invites us to come to Him inside His sweet fellowship
Where our faith is settled in His relationship’s friendship
There we share His partnership in our discipleship
While He favours us of our truthful and genuine worship.
God invites us to come to Him to His sanctuary
Where our faith is increased by His Word’s treasury
There we flourish to grow in His grace for His glory
While He empowers us to serve Him with His victory.
God invites us to come to Him for His ministry-opportunities
Where our faith overcomes worldly vanities
There we involve in advancing His kingdom by Scripture-verities
While He helps us conquer worries and anxieties.
God invites us to come to Him toward revival fire
Where our faith is upheld for what we spiritually aspire
There we beseech Him to grant our prayer-filled desire
While He meets us by His love that does not expire.
God invites us to come to Him according to His instruction
Where our faith is strengthened by His granted eternal salvation
There we learn to prioritize Him with sincere devotion
While He leads us toward His triumphant direction.
There once lived a rat.
His name was Pat.
Pat was no ordinary rat for he was in love with a cat!
Now the cat name was Co.
Her fur was as white as snow and her eyes were like two pieces of gold.
Wherever she went Pat was sure to go.
But Co was unaware of Pat the rat until one day...
On this day it rained and rained and poured and poured and poured until the clouds dried out and could not put out anymore.
But in the storm Co fell into a river cold, wet and half drowned she moved just a quiver.
Pat gave a shiver from the water on his back and went to see if he could find his beloved cat.
He looked and looked but he could not find.
Where was she?
Without her he would surely lose his mind.
He'd better find her quick cause she was running out of time.
Just as he was about to give up hope he crossed over a slope and then saw the river.
What he saw next made his heart quiver.
Down by the river was the body of Co his beloved cat that his heart loved so.
"No!" No! she can't be dead!" he said running to her and gently raising her head.
She moved a bit and his heart did a flip.
"Oh joy she is alive, I must get her warm and dry!"
So a fire he made and fish he caught saving her life was his only thought.
She soon recovered and looked around fresh fish was all over the ground.
"Now who has done this for me?" she thought
Pat was watching her from behind a tree and now showed himself.
"It was I" he said looking quite shy
"A rat saved me!?" Co cried "But why?" "Rats hate cats"
"But not I, because I love you Co" Pat said tenderly
"You really love me?...." "Then I love you too"
And off they went on their honey moon.
The had 20 kids and moved to Purau.
So now you have heard the story and I swear it's true, about a rat who fell in love with a cat and that is that.
We’re the Titanic generation
Sailing the seven seas;
Partying with our Captain;
Living a life of ease.
Not knowing the message
Found in that communiqué;
Not heeding the warning
For our Captain – The US of A.
We’re listening to the music
And dancing all night long;
Glorying in our surroundings
And feeling very strong.
Aboard a ship that cannot sink
Or so the mass did say.
Journeying on through the night
Towards that fateful day.
They said, “This ship’s so powerful
Not even God could sink”.
This ship’s so grandiose,
Let’s sing, dance and drink!
As though there’s no tomorrow,
Let’s enjoy ourselves today.
We’ll soon be in the Big Apple,
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
But did they see the town they call
New York, NY – we’re free?
No, they sailed into the ice that night
In that cold, dark Atlantic sea.
Do you want to party too, my friend
Pretending there’s no end?
Or will you listen to the words
Of wisdom Christ did send?
Soon the thunder and the lightning
Will make a mighty sound;
When the trumpets call the chosen
For earthward Christ is bound
To take His created children
Beyond the Milky Way;
Up to the New Jerusalem,
Or so the Revelations say.
Where pearly gates and streets of gold
Shine brightly as of glass;
Where love abounds and grace’s sweet—
There’s no such thing as class.
All are one and equal,
As equal as can be,
Because they’ve found the Captain,
Who sails without a sea.
He doesn’t want you to die
He loves you – did you know?
He plans you live forever
With a life as white as snow.
The gift is free He tells you,
And He’s honest as the day,
As long as you surrender,
But be sure you don’t delay!
Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011
www.maureenlefanue.com
July 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-5
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INVITING US TO COME TO HIM
Praise be to God for inviting us to come to Him, enjoying His:
Compassion of nurturing care
Comfort along His nestling caress
Creation for our nature’s consecration
Cheerfulness and His nourishing calmness
Counsel as well as His nursing chastisement
Isaiah 2:5 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to walk in His light:
Blest by His Word
Braced upon His ways
Beaming with His wisdom
Blazing through His worthiness
Blooming along His work against worldliness
Isaiah 3:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
standing up to:
Pull us toward His protection
Push us for His plan by His power
Propel us purposefully along His pursuit
Prod us through His provisions for progress
Perfect us for His praise as we persevere by His prosperity
Isaiah 4:4 Praise be to the Almighty for
washing our filth of:
Self-glory along His sacrifice-suffering
Self-righteousness by His salvation-surety
Self-fulfillment around His security-shelter
Self-sufficiency with His satisfaction-source
Self-reliance through His strength-sturdiness
Isaiah 5:19 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for counselling us for our:
Restoration midst His revival
Renewal in our reproof and rebuke
Righteousness along our repentance
Rejuvenation for our responsive reckoning
Reformation with reproduction’s replenishment. Amen!
July 28, 2024