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Once upon a time, I used to live,
In pain, tears and misery.
Dining and wining in sin:
Growing fatter on what kills.
I thought I was sane, like twas real,
But I was kidding: I was death's prey.
Then it came, on an innocent dawn:
Who's to come to make me his son.
Thought at first, twas a lion's den.
Then just next, he is the lion in the den.
He gave me all I could scarce think of,
Now tell me, how crazy you won't love such.
I love him from the breath of the hay:
When it heave a sigh, crafting bredth of the day.
Like the clouds and sky, in love sway,
Such that none could part their ways.
Such is my love : growing all day,
Come winter and summer, I love Jesus all the way.
Come all Who're lost in the fares of life:
Enclosed in the labyrinth of the intricacy of strife.
Jesus will not only show you the way to life,
He'll also, teach you how to survive.
I love Jesus, Love you Jesus,
Love you more than I can think of.
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Sometimes now then I feel a touch,
Of one I have betrayed and cussed,
At first I truly loved him much,
But when going got rough I sold my soul,
Of wishing for an older role,
Before I fought the fight of faith,
And started running repentance race,
Sometimes now and then I feel a touch,
Of one who I have hated much,
But every time he touches me,
My eyes are free to see glory,
That drips from the man who died for me,
And then I know that this won't last,
This season of testing and longing for past,
And in that moment hope is my gas,
To embrace my savior at his repast,
And these tears that I cry are just a sign,
That my love may waiver but I have his for all time!!!!
Here it lies in a pool of non-consenting blood, barely beating and still in shock all the while being whispered to this was love
Man is usually the predator and the weaker of the two is the prey, but when it comes to hearts who is to say
Anyone can be vulnerable, anyone can pay the price, just by giving in to feeling when you’re tired of all that runs through your veins is ice
At first it isn’t forceful but at the same time it isn’t fair, the way that your heart trusts the other believing it has found its pair
But sometimes you’re not even looking for it and it will hit you like a brick, and drag you down into the depths of the underbelly and make you feel so sick
Infesting you with its needle that drips its sickly consistency, concocted of strychnine and evil enraptured in a seed of unwanted ecstasy
Sometimes you’re tricked into believing that you asked for it that you’re the culprit here, but raping someone’s heart isn’t right that statement should be crystal clear
You’re taken and consumed forcibly into an attack, a fight that you weren’t prepared for, and your heart is defiled and left for dead writhing in pieces on the cold hard floor
Your heart is now wanton, violated indescribably, destruction has made its home here and no peace resides within and never will there be
Your heart is spoiled, broken, bleeding, untrusting and wants to never love again, it looks like a battlefield where you can’t tell the reality from the casualties running through your head
Do you report this vile transaction, and if so, then to who? If you don’t then the wicked one will walk away who raped your heart and mangled it too
But if you do know their name, would it really be a crime, it’s their hearts word against yours and it happens all the time
That unpleasant naked feeling will never go away, you can wrap your heart up in pretty bandages, but a band aid won’t make it okay
Your heart will never trust again even if it wants to try, once your heart has been raped, you’re never the same, I should know because that is how I lost mine.
Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
Ah! I said
I’ve visited you twice
In the sea of Oneness
Which I too am
But yet
It’s your turn now
And so it was
The Universe descended
Through the crown
In me
Unlike the previous surge
Unlike the previous heat
Which no doubt in its right
Was complete
This time around
There was an equilibrium
Of the That exalted vibration
Accompanied with insight
And some fun
Firstly, the chakra zones
Are us
In varying frequency modes
To offer variety
And to nurture
The form occupied
By energising in-form nodes
Also alive
There is more
All chakras
Meaning us as in formlessness
Within form
And so imperceptible
Are connected
By capillaries
We may say
Dividing body form
Into two halves
If cut vertically
Elliptical
Root to crown over the front
And crown to root over rear
And of course
The space itself
Right through
As a central funnel
So where were we ...
Yes, equilibrium
All nodes alive
Vibrating
As one
No kundalini movement
We are past that now
Form, formlessness all aligned
All alive
All vibrating
In silence
With bliss
Ineffable bliss
In an unending continuum
Of equilibrium
Also felt as in known
As a definite knowing
The equilibrium signalling
Balance of male & female energies
Within
A bit of a surprise at first
But then accepting that what is, is ...
My presence
In innocence
Thanks the Oneness
For the home visit
The Oneness
Or God
As you prefer
For labels don’t count
Is asked
By me
To reveal Himself in form
Sure, He says
But it’s dark
So light the lamp within
I do
And He
As a child would
Reflects the light
From a point in space
Back at me!
We both laugh at the joke
Laugh unreservedly
As One
THE TENTH WAVE
The rain drops prick the skin of the sea
Tumble with the urchins in the water,
The black water, so heavy, tired--
Watching it tic tac toe in millions of tiny rings
Tic tac toe, three by three by three
Up until infinity--
As scores of seagulls watched from buoys
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Isn't that how it goes?
All hands on deck! All hands!
Until then came, out of the night sky, a wind
With the sound and fury of a thousand black horses
Pummeling down on the water, the great, fearsome ocean
And stirring it up like a bowl of soup
All hands!
The great boats all groaned in protest,
Their wet, wooden bellies full
Reeds choking shores uprooted and flew at the storm
The whole world seemed to be feeding the storm,
Which would not be satiated, but howled for more
Chunks of earth, wood, sail, even human souls
Would not appease such an appetite
And then, in the pulse of three hours, a brief
Quiet...
...an aching silence
where the sun deceived them
By shirking off the clouds for a moment
Hear the call of the birds...
Red sky at morning, at morning, at mourning
It was then that the waves began--
Undulating at first, feel the water breathe,
Soon rising, rising, black towers
Into walls of water no one could scale,
Ripping across the top in violent zig-zags
White madness, the open mouth-
-and they came, they came in rows
As tall as nightmares, even hungrier than the wind
And they ate up everything they touched,
Swallowing lives, swallowing that which made them
Pulling our dwarfed armies into the deep, deep
Dark, black salt water
Until then, after the herald, and the birds didn't sing anymore
A tenth wave, which rose colossal over the rest,
Moving like a lost city,
Over the darkness, a shadow covering this world
Silenced what was left to be silenced
Little sailors
Little sailors
All sailor's songs end
And On the Land
Your little wives
Will catch your songs on the wind
Will pick up those songs on the winds
“Eaten Alive”
At first it felt like
A brush of air past my face
A tear drop, the touch of lace
I walked my way to class
Vision low staring at a little coed’s ass
Then the push came
Nearly hobbling myself over
Then came another righty
My gaunt like spastic puppet
I felt another brush against me
There was no one there
I felt a terror inside me
A terror I have never known
Hastily I looked above me,
I looked below
There was no one
I tried to hasten on
My legs felt like they were caught
In a bush, pins and needles
My bag got heavy, I nearly fall
Over as it dropped onto the floor
A thought persisted, this world
Doesn’t want me
I was being physically rejected
The very air denied itself entrance
Into my lungs
Nothing, then a second later it came
In a rush
Like a faucet turned on
Cold water
I was gone, utterly detached
From life
Everything fell away from my mass
Away from my body
I lost neither form
Nor function
But everything else washed away
At first light, darkness
Slowly light flickered
The eyes of the malcontent
Fangs sharp as spears glistening
Like lightning’s stifling bursts, smarmy
In my beat up boots
To think all that work meant for nothing
I bleed out to hungry lips and tongues
At first you see the flower fields
Of yellow, white or red,
Though soon machines will do their job
And clip each tulip’s head.
For that’s the way to save the bulbs
So they’ll be best for selling,
A fact that must make sense, I guess,
Since no one is rebelling.
But then you enter Keukenhof,*
A floral park so vast
It’s hard to comprehend how many
Tulips they’ve amassed.
The colors take your breath away –
You’re dazzled, awed, amazed;
And as you stroll, each vista’s better
Than where you’ve just gazed.
Varieties you’ve never seen
Are artfully arrayed,
With hyacinths and lilies
Intermittently displayed.
The tulips only bloom for weeks
So I was thrilled to visit
And get to view what Nature’s made
With palette so exquisite.
Such beauty’s there for all to see
But sadly, just a few
Will have the chance to make the trip
And get to tiptoe through.
*flower garden in Holland, known for their tulips
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
A dark secret I feel tempted to unfold
and the legacy of truth I'm bound to uphold
Ladies and gentlemen, let us view through this wicked universal kaleidoscope
and uncover the secrets of leadership as they try to sabotage all hopes
Many have been paradigms and have given us an insight on this dirty game of burlesque
This mode of governance on an irony note is starting to look all picturesque
My vision is blurry, I can see myself sinking in an ancient tunnel of Romanesque architecture
We need urgent help or else, the people will all become pyromaniacs
as they are fed up with this unjust life of quietism
We all get up and try to fight for our rights
unfortunately, we are mired in a quagmire of morass.
Here we are, struggling to escape and these wicked rulers send upon our spines a quake
that is unavoidably causing us to quaff our very own sweat
It is the survival of the weakest!
The strong ones meant to fight for us are devastatingly collapsing
Our leaders watch aloof from the comfort of their scrapers
they are feeling schadenfreude and on the side of their lips is an enormous grin of contentment.
"We are sinking,help!"
"Utter another word and you will all be dead!"
Hunger is getting the better of us, they seem elated with our situation until BOOM!
We are back on the solid ground and on our two feet again
Doom shall befall them as we shall put to an end this selfish reign
At first we complained of aristocracy
and then to us was brought gerontocracy
now we shall not practice anarchy
we shall not tolerate monarchy
nor shall we accept oligarchy
we are fed up with this democracy and all in its entirety.
It is now our realm,we shall rise to take this country to the ultimate attainable height
for this realm I forsee an explicit sight
darkness shall disappear and upon us will shine an unfading light
let's do this together, with determination,grit and might!