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One voice it speaks, the forest confides
Its concealed union where it resides
A homeland above, below its essence abides
One voice it speaks, nature’s secret to provide
Winds blow over limb laden trees
As the acorn drops into its fate
Above the knotted, gnarled debris
Into salamander soils to wait
Its whisper does not to hesitate
It germinates unlocking its splendid fruit
To open wide in all its glory to imitate
The guardian family of oak and root
One voice it speaks, the forest confides
Its concealed union where it resides
A homeland above, below its essence abides
One voice it speaks, nature’s secret to provide
April 5, 2022
The crimson sunrise sets the hazy horizon on fire,
showing the day the simmering summer hasn’t gone.
The spectrum of dawn turns to ashes in smoky sky,
shrouding the fleeting detritus of desiccated cloud.
Sensual hot winds blow over the mellowed meadow,
through parched trees, and brace dry leaning leaves,
absorbing the arid glare of scorching sunburst splash,
in the shelter of their shade I find my reverie repose.
With the rippling southern zephyr of tinged twilight,
waft the warm shades of hues the dusk sprinkles
on my blank canvas I get from the departed spring,
where I paint pristine panorama of summer solace.
Draped in dulcet moondust dancing in ethereal delight,
the tepid flakes of the satin night drizzle in balmy air
on the rhapsodic waves of my mind’s fathomless sea,
where I sail enticed on the melody of summer symphony.
July 2, 2020
Contest : Summer Love
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Released from captivity are the sons of Israel, and with tears of joy they are received by all. Today is given the name Peace 2025 indicating an ending of brutal war. Neither adversary was present, yet an extraordinary event. Can’t build a lasting peace with hate as a building material. Is it true tranquility is what awaits the world or a temporary armistice, a break in the storm—lingering disarray of what is already rubble and dust—a dystopian gray. What shall these torn nations find in an entanglement led by hyperbolic politicians, known for their vacant promises. An immovable permanency that shall lead to unity that was once in our illusive dreams, is it what it seems? Oh is it what it appears to be? What happens to a dream deferred, does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or bring a new bloom of blustering flowers from beneath the desert sands. What tempests are these that blow over deeply rooted in religion, in the eras, in the cradle of civilization.
Freed!
anticipation
Jewish son freedom now comes~
their wait exhausted
It’s the beginning of the week all your moneys spent
Youre left wondering where your time has went
A long ways from payday and short on rent
Is this really the way your life was meant
See you should not have put all your eggs in one basket
Thinking life would be so fantastic
You’ve made bad choices from the cradle to the casket
Not know that life would turn out this drastic
Yea from a childs point of view life looked great
Thinking we could overcome all of its past mistakes
Tossing our hopes in the well and leaving it all up to faith
And now you wanna change but it’s a little too late
Life is a hard climb to the top of a very steep hill
And very easy to blow over one cheap thrill
I know it all seems like a very messed up deal
But we have to learn to swallow it like a bitter pill
So Now all those past nightmares has become reality
And you ve come to realizing how cruel life can be
You were told in the beginning that nothing is free
But who would ever thought it would come with such a fee
With any storm comes carnage, darkness and despair
Some of its imagined, but the rest of it’s right there.
As the fury ran its course, I’ve clung to what I know
It’s in these tests and trials where true colors often show
as the storm surge rolls away, and the darkness breaks to day
Fragments of that hurricane inside me they have stayed
I struggle to read the weather, I’m constantly unsure
Is this going to blow over, or a sign of something more.
Things that used to bounce and just roll right off right my back,
Now they trigger a deep defense, as I perceive the next attack
The cards in life are loaded, sometimes I feel they’re stacked
all I’ve ever wanted, was to throw this on the rack
I refused to run from darkness, I didn’t hide from the storm
I held my ground and fought harder, refused to be the norm
Some have found this threatening, as if I’m out to prove
That somehow, I’m the best and the rest around me lose.
The truth’s a little different, I know what I’ve become
I’ve led by my example, to be the hardest working one
For the time the dark enveloped me, it created a small home
So, when I’m in its presence, its identity is known
I sense it as it passes, in others and on its own
Like I’ve been given a map, and its strong holds are known.
I see it in the open, I see it beating in your chest
So fling me to the pack of wolves, I’m no longer like the rest
I’ve channeled this uncertainty; I’ve used it while I hunt
It’s fueled my drive for better, though some I know I’ve cut
My edges may be jagged, from the parts you’ve chipped away
But here I stand still filing, I’ll be smooth again someday
Tonight I am pulling out a box of pictures
Lookin’ at’em one by one
As I am sippin’ on my elixir
I reminisce about the day we begun
Tonight we’re having a get together
They’ll arrive one by one
We’ll be sippin’ on our favorite beverage
And we’ll be missin’ one
Tonight after saying goodbye to you
We’ll be missin’ you separately
Some will cry some will sigh, some will just do
We’ll be missin’ you desperately
As leaves blow over and time ages
And one by one the years go past
We all have grieved in different stages
And the pain has left at last
We’ll find you in a gallery of memories
Where we’ll think of you a lot
One by one each prayer released
Our most intimate thoughts with God
The farmer thought out his plan
How he would prepare his land
He knew the seasons to come
And how to prepare for each
For his son he began to teach
How all thing sprout from this seed
And to protect it from this weed
For, if the weeds hover around
It blocks the sunlight for it to grow
Therefore, can not produce or show
Not knowing which way to go
But if you take away its weeds
It grows toward the sunlight
Standing strong and producing many
He says now son
We will give them water
For they shall absorb and stand firm
Growing above others for all to see
We shall plant them in
the most nourished soil
Providing a solid foundation
Not to blow over
As the storms come
Looking after their every need
For their shall be many for us to feed
Future
The future is coming
Like it or not.
And the past may be history
Where we 'gave it a shot'
Winds of time will blow over
The inevitable dust
Of our human existence
So be present we must.
But plans are not wasted
So let's make them for good..
Paying forward The Wisdom
Sewing seeds, like we should..
For the ones who go further
Matter most, after all,
So to build them some hope
Is our destiny call.
If the 'new science' fails us
We can still change our mind.
Living here in the present;
Shape a future that's kind
Though we're just passing through
And the journey goes quickly
Generations applaud
Such a Heavenly legacy.
Jinjagoliath
26th November 2020
Say, Life,
If I die in love,
Will it be enough a cause
To have my soul saved
From your grip?
You fooled me into believing in you
You showed me only the pleasures that you give
Without ever telling me
That they are false and temporal
That accompanying them
Are your thorns
Always here, ready to prick each and every corner
Of my whole being!
The existence you give is false, it moves from its peak
To a state of rot
From which Death swallows it
As if it were a piece of fresh meat
And Death itself, a hungry lion!
The love you pretend to be made up of does not exist
It is meant to adorn your cause
That of allowing you to be as you probably
Feel bored
And need to see us, frail souls, suffer
To feel pleased in your ego!
The materialistic side that makes you up
Is futile!
Souls need it not
Though they realize it not,
Heavily bent on pleasing their needs and their comforts
As ruled they are by these,
Having forgotten the essence of life as it should be!
The pain you blow over us
Sneers at us and invades us
Mocking us with its putrid heart
Each time our tears run down our cheeks
As if they were blood oozing out of our souls!
The lack of morality, the non respect of the pure
The lack of virtue, the non acknowledgement of that which is true
Pray, life,
In all you are more than a burden
And we souls
Are trapped in your midst!
Why, it has been a while since I have been getting bored
I am no more a child, ready to laugh at each of your pretentious jokes
I am a more a teenager, easily duped by that which you tempt me with
I am now wise
And in my wisdom
I rule you as being false, Life!
Yet, your rules stipulate that once we play your games
We are to play till the end
As leaving in the middle will imply disrespecting you!
Pray, Life
Tell me,
If I die in love
Will it be enough a cause
To have my soul saved
From your grip?
28th April 2019
Sands blow over
touching inside deep waves
turning tides warmly glow,
softly fluttering winds touching gently
upon the shores.
An oasis of beauty
deeply dazzling
freely calling your name,
drifting a carpet mist
kissing the air sweetly
silver shadows
hauntingly magic echoes,
carrying music upon
cotton clouds bouncing
in each and every single
whispering silent breath gasping
Breathing upon
one golden ritual
forever shines always,
I believe in you love,
a sunflower
made beautifully,
brightening sunlight beams
in every which way,
adoring light
all i ever wanted
is you babe .