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Fighting God
The dearest of dears when He takes away,
There's nothing left to live in the lonely world for,
Faith in Him dies, as if He's into some foul play,
Depression knocks hardest at your door,
Fighting with God is the first thought,
Only if you could catch hold of Him,
Never by your side He is to be sought,
Darkness all over, sorrows flow out of the brim,
Why can't He send a ray out of His vast ?
Why not enlighten and send us cheer ?
Why not enable the mortals forget the bitter past ?
Why not send peace to wipe the tear ?
Introspection His best gift to all Elf,
Fighting God is fighting your own inner self !
Written Feb 8th, 2015
For contest "Fighting God" by rob carmack
Awarded 9th place
You look through the scrying glass
See your life from a far away tower
Does it matter if you are top of class
Knowing what before you in this hour
Stuck with memories of pain in past
Doesn't mean your future in the past
Before you turn out tomorrow light
As tomorrow future is in your hand
Leave behind the bitter past tonight
Walk the chosen path you'll be grand
You'll be guided by your inner voice
The path you'll walk is your choice
Despite where I am being guided to
Know of events that have to come
Why in my heart is a feeling so blue
Yes I long for tomorrow yet to come
From things unknown I have no fear
Memories from the past i shed a tear
NOT ANYMORE
Growing up was bitter-sweet
Strong and confident at first
Insecure in the middle
Shy and naïve; close to his prime
Afraid, naïve, and broken- to be expected
And the assertion goes on,
To him
Being broken and healed….
Yet it was hidden there
In the heart, mind, and all other magically crafted stores within
And then he plunged and broke free, soaring,
Now he was
Grasping all the confidence made bare
Extinguishing, fiercely, the once and
Still, dangerously lingering trace of the bitter past…..
NOT ANYMORE…. An anthem, now
Pushing him to greatness and to the highest altitude,
And Yes!
NOT ANYMORE….
To the;
Days of Darkness-Past,
The evilness that seeks to destroy,
The inferiority that limits me- close to nothingness,
The non-entity which was desired to be branded on me,
The chances I missed to Love HIM (God),
And
The carry-away excuses I made to prevent myself from expressing my
Sincere LOVE and Gratitude to my Awesome Family (THE ASANGALISAHS’ AND ADIALEYS’)…..
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
Forgive – scripture speaks
Silencing the bitter past, the resentments
The anger and doubt, the suffering
Forgive – God instructs
Delivering mercy, grace, compassion
Never judgement or sentence
No verdicts of imprisonment
Forgive – His word directs
Listen to the heart, the Holy Spirit
Has everything figured out
Listen to the One who teaches souls
To believe, to pardon, to excuse
Forgive – sacred promise of healing
From One who carried His cross
Was nailed to the tree God created
Where leaves danced and bird’s nestled
Never envisaging the shadow, the
Darkness that would cover the earth
Forgive – He gave us an astonishing sample
Reconciling the heart to a God who loves
More than our minds can imagine or expect
With love that is alive, like the forgiveness
Welcoming spiritual restoration, His gift
To those who know He is the answer, the One
Who lifts the veil and delivers us from hell
Forgive – and be blessed by His death and resurrection!
Mark 11:25 (KJV) And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.
In the arena of wrath, patience takes hold.
A silent predator, waiting to unfold.
With icy breath and a frozen heart,
Revenge embarks on its chilling art.
The thawed memories of a bitter past
Linger in the shadows, refusing to be cast.
But time, my friend is a cunning foe.
It knows how to mend and let blow.
Patiently, it weaves its intricate design,
Akin to a spider spinning a web divine.
It waits for the idyllic moment to strike.
To cast justice on those who inflicted the spike.
The hours turn to days, the days to years,
As revenge simmers, fueled by silent tears.
But vengeance is a dish best-served cold.
And time ensures that God sees it all unfold.
Written: June 15, 2023
Through a winding and narrow inlet of the bay,
Flanked by swaying tall growing grass on either side,
The small sturdy boat gently paved its lonesome way.
Inside sat two, moving to a place of beauty.
For the close friends, it was indeed a joyful ride-
A short vacation from their repugnant duty.
The boat’s onward movement was altogether smooth
The water was still and calm with no heaving tide.
The two were driven by a rare zest full of youth.
Pleating gentle curls in the water’s growing swell,
They moved on with sweet sentiments budding inside,
Over crest of water under a magic spell.
They saw tall hills at a distance with clumps of trees
They sat together enjoying the scenes outside.
Saw lush green foliage, nodding in summer breeze.
As they both slowly entered the bay’s wider mouth,
Strong waves began lapping on the boat from all side
And the vessel began swinging from north to south.
Leaving all pressing duties behind sullen shores
With rising spirit, they continued their sweet ride,
Forgetting their bitter past, its sorrows and sores.
As the magic moments mesmerized their senses,
They felt being swept over by love’s swelling tide,
And drifting to a world so free, sans all fences.
I wish I was a believer
I wish I was a young boy
I wish I was still nieve enough to believe in joy
I wish simple pleasure's were enough
When I am feeling low and away far
Not measured in distance
But the clutching onto the blue
Wallowing and swallowing in pity
For pithy sakes
So I can reason unhappiness is
A state of grace
A holding hand or hug so deft will touch
Never to have lost and loved
Than to be alone
Is golden time
Magic tricks like Lego brick's
That build perfect partners
For love lost soul brothers and sister's
With battle scared heart's
From bitter past breaks
Watch like boiling kettles
Dreaming steam engineering
Plumes are angel signal's
Gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
spirals sing of virtue unwritten laws and games
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
A smile cast on winters day reveals warmer songs
a mothers touch a sons remorse the winter lingers on
gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
The bitter past with bridges built can teach a broken man
with strength he learns to listen and build a better plan
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
With help and education the angers gone my friend
a winters day is broken with a Milo and a friend
gentle acts of kindness can change the path of man
We walk along a summers beach enjoy the plays we planned
we drink and watch the sports relax the futures in our hands
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
With friendship we build lives to live and summer dreams to share
with friendship we build roads to walk and knowledge gets us there
Gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives.