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Written by: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date Written: September, 9th, 2010
contest Entered: "Eternal Figures" Sponsored By: Words Wounded
Creation
Created from a singular point this thing called life
Somehow from nothing all things came to be.
From its very creation this universe knew strife
And still it would not be there without eyes to see.
From the dust of stars dying are all of us made
When gravity came calling, to bring about the earth.
Without small imperfections no waves to wade
Missing the moons direction no single cells birth.
A plethora of particles, this thing called matter
From the heaviest and lightest the stars made them all
The air that we breathe and the pigments that we splatter.
All the while giving credence to Newtonians law.
So look to the heavens, to the earth, to your hand
And wonder from where all these atoms were grown
Could it be from an accident, from the times of the sand?
Or from the Creator, from His Consciousness thrown.
And remember this as you ponder this pebble
That there are places out there to us unknown
The simplest things in our life are incredible
But it is this from him that Creation was sewn
Form:
JUSTICE REALLY CANNOT DELIVER TRUE JUSTICE UNLESS "JUSTICE"MAKES ITSELF "TRUE jUSTICE",AND THE ONLY WAY "REAL JUSTICE" CAN DO THAT IS BY "TENDERING JUDGEMENT WITH MERCY"!!! NEITHER THE CONGRESS OR THE SENATE IS DOING "JUSTICE"? DID BOTH OF THESE BODIES LOOSE ,OR REALIZE WHAT THE DEFINITION OF "JUSTICE REALLY MEANS? THE DEVIL IS ALWAYS THE ONE WHO LIKES TO BRING ABOUT CONFUSSION. THERE IS A "DUTY" THAT IS REQUIRED IN ORDER FOR "JUSTICE TO BE ACHIEVED"! JUDGEMENT IS NECESSARY,AND MERCY IS REQUIRED SO THAT "JUSTICE CAN SUCCEED AND FULFILL THE NEED TO BE "JUST"!!!!!THOSE WHO PRACTICE LAW,AND GET PAID A GREAT BIG SALARY ARE REQUIRED BY "JUSTICE" TO BE "JUST"AND THE ONLY WAY TO DELIVER JUSTICE IS TO JUDGE,AND TENDER JUDGEMENT WITH MERCY,OTHERWISE THE JUDGEMENT IS NOT "JUST" AND DOES NOT DELIVER "JUSTICE"! THE LAWYER BECOMES "THE CRIMINAL"IF HE OR SHE WILL NOT DELIVER "JUSTICE"! JUSTICE IS JUDGEMENT TENDERED WITH MERCY!!!! THE FACTS LETS US SEE WHAT IS TRUE,AND WE CAN BE JUST AS WE JUDGE BASED ON THE FACTS,AND TENDER OUR "JUDGEMENTS" WITH MERCY,SO THAT "JUSTICE CAN SHINE THROUGH"""'
Dear dragon you must understand,
you are alone in human lands.
These beings, they are not like we;
mortal beasts, they truly be.
Controlled strictly by their fear,
mortal creatures, will bring tears;
Their finite minds, don’t comprehend,
the wondrous realm, where we began.
We are creatures of the light,
for mortal souls, we must fight.
These mortals live in a realm so dark;
imbalance lives within their hearts.
We dragons are of courage, bold
and tales of our exploits have been told
but, they are never kind, it seems;
our reputation’s no longer pristine
A dragon’s heart’s of purest gold,
never by humans, will that be told.
We are a gentle, loving lot
while, Wyverns, hearts have love not!
We will join our phoenix friends,
the truth and light, we’ll usher in.
the balance we create tonight;
can bring these mortals back to the light.
Note: In fantasy, the dragon is often portrayed as the figure of evil while it's cousin, the Wyvern is in truth, the evil entity.
In some cultures, the dragon symbolizes fortitude and courage; the male aspect of the human being. In a few introspective moments, I considered the abilities of the human soul and the dragon within all of us and the change we could bring about in our world, if we all worked together, rather than waste time with hate and war.
As souls, we have immense power to do good or evil; it's a god-given choice. Too often we humans choose to take away the choices that our creator has given us, willingly, e.g., trying to force one religion or another on one another. From birth, we are bless with the freedom of choice, especially in how we "Captain" our own souls. That is something we have no right to take away from one another or censor. What was intended as a mythological poem, turned out to be way more. This is written as a dialogue between the human soul and those aspects that we too often use for war, which would be even stronger, if we used them to prevent it. I hope you read it with an open mind.
Kantar ! who speaks this.....
make the people envy: so their
loyalties will be divided
and they will faultier in the
shames of their desires
and their sweat shall pour
the guilt of their desires
upon the ground before them!
coursette poems mums the sounds of songtress
that accompany the tenor who sings before them
they learned their craft in the rehersting of these
words, composed sung and chorographed.
being together
in the trust of our
togetherness
that we cherish
the need of our
being calm the stormy shores
to cause me the endorment
of a marital love...........
what lovers treasure as quiet moments
might the light of day show if one is shamed
that these o'wakings restores trust
than no one again to be blamed
these now the ways of tomorrow
that these two shal stand together in love
the cycle of trust, from start til end
that these journey's shall bring about such love
might our lies be fictions of times
when we hid together and all who believed us
strengthens our times
that now we have made the trust, and restores love
that we stand to be lovers forever more
for these lies we lived
these lie's we spoke
to be saints for those who oppose
the dramas of a love restored
to be stories forever more
love is fiction, made into fact
it is told for a world to see
yet these words whisper much as
these things has a world to see
then those who see love as their faith
might speak of a nurturing and
completion of being loved,
that these two might couple to spite those they hate
and in such opposition might draw together people who
oppose them they wish shamed!
"she spoke, I am
ordained by these facts
of science
then my body is sanctioned
for his works.
the biology of human science
to create the nessecity of love !"
who's need for love is created in the passion
in the minds and body
that the spirt of love
shall have us together
to love in the obedience of togetherness
I love thee and such love shall
o' fensive o those who wish to love me
than now my darling I'm your's
At the footbridge, I read, "The way to positive change does lie up there"
So said the note, written in black
On a wooden board, which shined so much
That my gaze could hardly hold up the glare
No, shouted the people who were already up
It is not fake
Just do it, climb on, the hardest is the first step
The rest shall be easy, you will love it more as you approach
Here I was, brought to a footbridge
I did have the choice, of my own acts I was the sole judge
I could choose to bring about positivity to Earth
Or I could choose to go on way, letting idleness be my strength
Why, the world is sick, the world would gladly accept a helping hand
Why, even if the people walking on it do be blind
Why, Mother Earth does be not
Mother Earth would welcome a change to a peaceful state
So I climbed up the footbridge, indeed
The first step was the hardest
But I climbed up and I passed all my tests
I was made of inner feminine endurance, I was made to lead
It has become my cause, to bring some peace here
Here, in this fallen world, here, which does be to all of us so dear
But which we do mistreat, out of egoistic selfishness
Pray, with the climb up to life's footbridge have I been blessed
I shall make of it my life's mission, my aim
Everything else does be lame
Like caring for myself, like wanting for myself
Like thinking of only myself, like boasting about myself
Rather, it does be best to lend to helping hand
It does be best to guide Man
So that someday, when all our eyes shall open up in another world
We would not be accused of having lived with our eyes covered with a blindfold
22 July 2016
KICKING MYSELF
Out of all the people why does it seem
I’m the one that does the most harm to me
The one that trips up my very step
The one that always plays with my head
I open my mouth and let everyone know
And it follows I’ll reap what I sow
As I stick my foot, once again, in my mouth
Cram it in, until it gets stuck, further south
If I'm the one that loves me the most
Why is it me that does all the don'ts
Why am I more frequently caught
Saying I will while knowing I won't
A smile grips my lips as I offer to help.
More often becomes a vice, as I shuffle.
They believe the dance for days and weeks,
Then realize how rash I speak.
If I'm to make it through another day
Shouldn't it be me that brings about the change
From the ups and downs of my ins and outs
In all the hurt I bring about
So I put on my bread and butter shoes
Remove sinful straw from my head
I embrace to do and dismiss the don’ts
Cured, I climb out of my lackadaisical bed
8/16/2017
Collaboration Contest
I am a poet with a pen
In charge of writing the world I am in
Constantly on the poetic move
In search of words to rhyme for you
I am a poet who seeks the truth
Pours it out for all to use
Giving to those who have a need
Opening verse and setting it free
My only hope is that one day
My part in life will bring about change
To the farthest corners of this great land
In every heart of every woman and man
I am a poet with a heart
Leaving it open for my form of art
Sensitive to life, love, and loss
Holding hands with the paths that I cross
I am a poet who takes the word
Sets it straight on its life course
I feel I am here to fill a need
I am a poet for all to read
7/6/22
Finally found the way at long last
Ill happenings in headlines and on broadcast
At first I had problems that I never got past
One of many things I lost at
Failed to stay on that
At times I lost track
As well as contact
Issues arose, they rarely became compact
There was always fine print in the contract
In remote areas there wasn't a nearby off-ramp
A new day another gauze pack
The same can be said for piles of dog crap
Why is it that people always talk trash?
If it's too good to be true, it often has drawbacks
All around a continual undertow
Lord doesn't nor does my mother know
Due to the level of danger there was different color codes
Not like all these other clones
In another zone
Free the guys, bring our brothers home
Most times
Paying it all no mind
Never going to play both sides
By way of how the crow flies
When it's low tide
The chance is there, otherwise opportunity will go by
Why am I always drunk and so high?
Am I just an addict or have I been forsaken?
For a long time I've been awakened
I need it stirred not shaken
As well as a money counter for all the bacon
Still beautiful not misshapen
A world full of labels such as a pagan
No belief in god or satan
The same can be said for hell or haven
Go against me and mine then I react like Liam Neeson in "Taken"
Bring about your end with an iron maiden
WINTER TIME GRIEF…
The long hot summer has disappeared over the horizon,
Yielding to the arrival of the cooling Fall.
Despite their approaching fate---the annual leaves’ excision,
the tower trees proudly stand firm and tall.
The steamy sticky sweaty nights have all gone
giving way to the cool ebony breeze;
horny crickets and frogs no longer sing their eerie mating song;
squirrels organize their cupboards in the hollows of the trees;
and mushrooms grow on the graves of the Fall’s fallen leaves.
In the early evens’ mist, sun of change ushered in the close of day
leaving flickering shadows hovering over time’s footprints.
Birds---angels of the sky, have spread their wings and flown away;
leaving behind empty nests to catch the winter’s coming events.
Strange, how nature’s circadian rhythms bring about change;
but in the winter season of humanity, so much remain the same.
Even in the winter cold, sable blood flows from the rape of justice:
No matter the season, the blind goddess remains a scheming mistress.
(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19