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s not a movie is reality
Life looks so horror
This days our realities
Bitters
It outcome bleed tears
It not on our favour
The people keep feeling
The heat of deformity
It no longer a joke
What you see nowadays
Is our shameful reality
Is not a movie
Is not a movie is reality
Sitting at home
In front of the screen
You can watch the evils
Befalling the world
Right now in our era
We progress from war
To war
Troubles to troubles
Crys to Cry's
We never grow better
And now we fear to watch
The screen
Cos what you see in the
Media is no joke
That is our obvious reality
Is not a movie is reality
Is not a movie
Check out the real situation
In the world
Then you see why I must
Write my poems
From the soul
The world need no
Fantasies
We are old enough to
Live in harmony
We are not meant to
Be a horror full generation
Is sad the events befalling
In the world
We are to be blamed
Revenge is mine
(Inspired by the war in Ukraine)
My homeland is ablaze below
I’m watching from above
Invading wolf packs steal the show
It’s death I’m speaking of
They fill the space in endless stream
No end to foreign horde
One cannot wake from ugly dream
Of blood and gore, oh, Lord
I am a drone, men put me forth
The shield of the oppressed
Avenging sword and ire of God
On never-ending quest
Above the battle is my path
Sad eagle in the cloud
Revenge the blood, unfurling wrath
I hunt invaders’ crowd
I fly elusive and unseen
My only mate is wind
And eyes are casting glance that’s mean
With missiles to be pinned
Revenge that’s personally yours
Alive, but not for long
A lighting strike comes from above
To see the villain gone
They have no time to understand
It’s done with brightest flash
Befalling darkness reach is grand
When anger warps to ash
For crying orphans, homes gone
And land which they have raped
For moms and kids becoming pawn
Who died without escape
Revenge is mine, I spawn demise
As judge and firing squad
If raised the sword, by sword he dies
Azrael’s lighting rod
Above the battle, angel soars
On duty, day and night
Victorious by every score
Leave nothing of foe’s might
They can’t escape the heaven’s wrath
The screens reflect it all
The missile goes the chosen path
Wherever glance may fall
The Book of Life is where I keep
Who lives and who is gone
I only judge the evil creeps
For rest no judgment drawn
The one who’s guiding my right hand
He is no superman
My bro, in our common stand
Divine trigger man
At end of day, he takes me home
To prep for next combat
And when he gets wife on the phone
No war in their chat
April 17, 2022
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O woebegone thoust nemesis dawning
that spelt obfuscates thy spilt gloam spawning
boast nefarious numinous wicked.
Clueless, raise glory divine dote wicket.
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The universe resplendence of grandeur
the dominion dulcet befalling sheer
incandescent massiveness balters so
their beamish bodies tithers and hitherto.
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Some huge and some not until one's closeup
It's all about size, bigger better--naught
This world or that world, it's the worlds themselves
Heavenly bodies, that dreams make tales
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Universal, darker sides, lighter sides,
Stars; Solar, Terra, bump-in-the-night, size.
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
The elixir for this palindormia fever,
Palimpsest the bitterness via seeds of forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
Form:
From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a ceasefire.
From river to the sea, Palestine is on the brink, like an express train to unspeakable tragedy befalling a whole nation, slated for extinction.
History's marching backward, to Rwanda and Auschwitz, a clever strategem for land without its original people, invaded by European settlers citing holy book to lay their claims, like Spanish conquistadors, proclaiming an "empty continent."
From river to the sea, a nation rises and put down like new Spartacus, mutinous against their slavery, and the new King Cnut desperately summoning the waves for Eretz Israel, with no more checkpoints and separation walls; they're only needed for an apartheid state.
From river to the sea, priceless treasures, highlighting architectural ensembles of centuries, buried under the chorus 'finish them,' finish them all, old, young, women, children, their animals too. The magic of land that spawned world religions suddenly has dwindled to a trickle of humanity, the catharsis of a crisis of spirit, shutting down conscience, and soon new settler homes shall be built on tower of skulls, with Gaza's unwelcome beaches available to western tourists again, offering kayakers great thrills at discounted prices, with its banks lined with daffodils and new palm trees, so the pleasure boats can anchor for a day to take advantage of the whirlpools of new resorts with a big sign, no Palestinian allowed.
From river to the sea, the light glows within the dispossessed, and with each martyr, their spirit of resistance blooms, and the saga lingers: Palestine will be free, and Jews and Muslims shall live together in peace.
this cooler air seems to mottle the trees
spinning leaves like my thoughts in winded dance
befalling trails of tears on crimson breeze
as they fall grounded beneath the oak's stance
i hear the crumble of death beneath me
as i shiver within its strident gasp
chaotic roots reach out beneath its quay
piquing me with tones of your final rasp
dubious mind much like bare branches snaps
within the disdain utter from dead lips
as it echoes remorse in lifeless slaps
freeing only my body from its grips
my soul stands colorless, naked and numb
mirroring the trees in this autumn glum
December 27, 2019
Entered into Best Sonnet of 2019 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
September 30, 2019
*Quay is pronounced as Ke
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for their lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
Elixir to cure this palindormia fever?
Palimpsest bitterness with seeds of pure forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
She casts a cold breath away -
Almost perishing when a glow
cursed Cassandra with a blow.
On her knees, after a pray,
daydreaming without peace:
Troy befalling again and again
the worthless walls will retain
isolated the heroes of Greece.
Every dawn the same tomorrow -
Troy perishing in numerous nights,
consumed by scorching firelight.
The virtue a God couldn’t borrow
stolen in the temple’s staircase -
turning left or turning right in the maze
will lead to same unmoved sorrow.
She can’t forget: all will be true -
The blessing kiss of Lethe is dry,
Hear the prophetess’ first cry!
Tears cover her eyes’ blue hue
but if we look in, what do we see?
Little Cassandra warning in vain:
I will be a thousand times slain
until I respite below Helen’s tree.
Form:
January 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 41-42
Key Verse– Genesis 41:16 And Joseph answered Pharaoh, saying, It is not in me: God shall give Pharaoh an answer of peace.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US AN ANSWER OF PEACE
Praise be to God for giving us an answer of peace that is:
Favourable and well-favoured
Full and wisely-filled
Flowing and worthily faithful
Genesis 41:38 Praise be to the Lord for the indwelling of His Spirit so we are:
Awakened spiritually for salvation
Answered Scripturally with solidity
Affirmed sovereignly by His sanctification-seal
Apprehended seriously against sinfulness
Assured steadfastly toward service
Assisted safely along stewardship
Alerted sensitively in our selfishness
Genesis 42:18 Praise be to the Almighty for letting us fear Him reverentially against:
Mischief-befalling
Money-burden
Message-blowing
Ministry-belittling
Genesis 42:21 Praise be to the Saviour for responding to us when we beseech for His:
Cleansing for our conscience-guilt
Comfort for our soul’s anguish
Compassion for our spirit’s distress
Consolation for our heart’s frustration
Care for our faith’s failure
Correction for our mind’s doubt
Cheer for our countenance-sorrow. Amen!
January 14, 2024
In the depths of my being, where time loses its shape and thoughts melt into silence,
We desperately seek that something which doesn't obey the ephemeral laws of existence,
Like an old tree extending its roots beyond the superficial layers of the earth,
Touching underground springs of truth that know neither drought nor flood of changing times.
Our thoughts are like clouds in the sky of consciousness, ever-moving, ever-transforming,
But beyond them, in the profound silence of the self, our inner child dances tirelessly,
Playing with the shadows and lights of life, unaware of the storms befalling the outer world,
For in its pure heart, time is but a story told by the wind to the trembling leaves of trees.
In the mirror of the soul, beyond the faded reflection of flesh subject to decay,
We glimpse flickers of our eternal essence, like stars shining in the depths of a mountain lake,
Untouched by the turbid waves of doubt or the changing winds of opinions,
An eternal flame burning constantly, fueled by the inexhaustible combustible of pure spirit.
Who are we in our essence, if not this immortal light?
An unwavering beacon in the storm of existence, a fixed point in the chaotic universe of becoming,
An unchanged melody gently resonating in the tumultuous symphony of life,
Guiding our steps on the dark paths of uncertainty, towards the illuminated shore of self-knowledge.
In this inner journey, each soul follows its own river of destiny,
But all flow into the same ocean of universal consciousness, where droplets become one with the whole,
And we discover, at last, that we are more than the passing form that temporarily hosts us,
We are the immortal essence of existence itself, reflected in every thought, in every breath, in every heartbeat.