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With internal devices I fight,
Battling my demons of the night.
Inside I am cold, empty, and alone,
Frightening faces, a burdening tone.
The blood of nights passed,
How long must they last?
Screaming shadows cast through the room,
Summoning the sense of utter doom.
The plague of the darkness,
It lasts with death's kiss,
A suffocating silence,
The vibration of defiance,
Echos in deaf ears,
Calling upon foreboding fears.
Churning guilt, a face of it's own,
Haunted whispers chilling the bone.
The Burden Man sits and plans your demise,
He consumes you slowly; feeding on lies.
He never sleeps; neither do you,
The paranoia becomes too much and you're through,
You're being eaten alive, from the inside out,
You can't breath, nor can you shout.
The Burden Man wins; he always will.
Your presence, it haunts, it lingers still.
The Burden man whispers his ominous dictum:
"I am not your friend. I am your victim."
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
A vine in winter…
stripped of its leafy clothes
shivers in forlorn silence
as it sways and scrapes at the colorless sky.
She walks alone…
in a barren, winter field
hoping to find a way past her tears
stinging tears, of loss and sadness
burdening and weighing her down.
A sudden choking chill of frost…
descends upon the vine
frozen fingers cling mercilessly
threatening to break it
from its brittle, hardened spine.
She looks up at the hazy sky…
the obscure, distant sun still shines
and a quiet hope begins to germinate
as her desperation dissipates.
A shoot sprouts anew on the vine…
…her revival has begun.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
these tears are not of joy,
for you have let the enemy in,
they brought disaster to your shores.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
The pain you must endure.
For all those dead have,
come to you under burdening
skies.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
Who has put you through this Hell?
It has no face,
I cannot tell,
It's here in space,
the Dawning was its place.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
Your skies have turn to Black
The Peace and Security you seek,
has now suddenly turned its back.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
My tears are not of joy
I pray for you,
my heart opens too.
You may find Peace within.
When your dead are buried and
your revenge has its reward
Come together
Powers of Faith
Come together
Almighty hand and rest upon us
from this mighty land.
Give us your Peace.
We ask thee now
Give us your Peace
We ask how?
My France, My France
How I weep for you
In time of trouble,
what is it can you do?
Your borders closed
turmoil enclosed
The sadness fills the air.
For Peace is fleeting,
The enemy has come there.
Your golden arch is dim.
Your Eiffel black with sin
The City of Lights
are in the shadows for his mighty
hand has struck.
Peace you may ask,
Revenge your reward.
My France, My France
How I weep for you
For can we say, no more, no more.
December 7 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Galatians 1-3
Key Verse – Galatians 1:3 Grace be to you and peace from God the Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ASSURES US HIS PEACE
God assures us His peace despite anguish of sinfulness
By His grace through His Gospel’s gloriousness…
Let us seek to please Him as His servants of righteousness
Along faith that certifies our salvation’s preciousness.
God assures us His peace despite deadness of false religion
By His truth for us to abide in genuine spiritual region…
Let us behold Him with trust since He is the perfect heart surgeon
Along faith that vanquishes doubts’ legion.
God assures us His peace despite worthlessness of vanity
By His Word bringing us toward Biblical liberty…
Let us commit our all unto His supreme sovereignty
Along faith that braces our redemption’s security.
God assures us His peace despite uncertainty of the future
By His gift of life everlasting against hell’s torture…
Let us serve Him sincerely around His pasture
Along faith that keeps us sharing His loving gesture.
God assures His peace despite attacks of disobedience
By His mercy lifting us in our ministerial diligence…
Let us believe Him, trusting His miracles’ resurgence
Along faith that guards us against humanistic expedience.
God assures His peace despite threats of curses
By His covenant confirming His immutable promises…
Let us depend on Him while running our races
Along faith that upholds us in overcoming sin-causing forces.
God assures His peace despite guilt of transgression
By His forgiveness packed by His compassion
Let us abide in Him under His supervision
Along faith that conquers iniquity-burdening oppression.
December 7, 2025
Faraway, across a widening
Expanse of vacant fields,
Dawns slated light is gradually
Awaking;
And too soon new Morn's stilled
Indifference
Determinedly steals
Into the abstractions of my fitful
Dreams,
Where, deeply concealed,
Many forgotten memories from days
Since past -
Ne'er once unto me unworthy...
Although long be they in their
Forsaking.
Those languid days, that, lately,
I quite often see and hear
Crowding throughout my wandering
Slumbers;
Vivid recollections, interns of a
Jumbled mind - for ages absent,
Beginning now to inexplicably reappear;
Insistent murmurings troubling -
Troubling incessantly:-
Unwelcomed guests from
Yesteryear...
Strange impositions, of a sorts,
Burdening upon this weary soul,
Which, encamped within my
Dampened Spirits -
Doth so unwittingly encumber!
Carolyn Devonshire-Poetess I never met
was similar to I for she also had regret…
Remorse maybe complexed and burdening to one
never brings no peace of mind and certainly no fun.
Before money there was trade and bartering in chase
no-one really knows who invented the replace,
Though many problems have occurred due to the creation-
homelessness, poverty, social deprivation.
To be compassionate, kind from goodness in our heart
we may share human feelings for others to be part,
To make known, to engage in hope of a solution
bringing all together so there is no exclusion.
For we’re people, we struggle for life can be hard
we empathise, sympathise and NO we won’t discard
Human beings- poor or sick, downtrodden often years
as we care so we will share overwhelmingly to tears.
* this poem I wrote after reading 'Regret' by Carolyn Devonshire.
Despite challenging threats of World War III crises...
Let’s seek God* Who compassionately blesses
As we show good works’ practices
While clinging to His promises
Indeed relying upon what His “Fear not” expresses.
Despite discouraging gloom brought by a World War III environment...
Let’s yield to God so we can avoid evil engagement
As we persevere in our Christian covenant-fulfillment
While striving to do our commitment
Indeed fixed on His “Be of good cheer” words of contentment.
Despite tormenting picture of a World War III situation...
Let’s abide in God to conquer seemingly helpless condition
As we remain steadfast in our well-doing function
While showing strong determination
Indeed anchored on His “Trust in the Lord” declaration.
Despite burdening World War III imagined hardship...
Let’s submit to God in vanquishing deceitful partnership
As we stay responsible in our stewardship
While seeking His fellowship
Indeed lifting His name for His “Praise ye the Lord” in our worship.
Despite distracting World War III-rattle...
Let’s beseech God in Whose might we can settle
As we become victorious in our spiritual health and sanitation battle
While overcoming uncleanness’ mantle
Indeed cleaving to His “Be strong in the Lord” mettle.
Despite attacking World War III restlessness...
Let’s call unto God to win against the flesh and worldliness
As we strive to be consistent in our prayer-earnestness
While staying in His gracious faithfulness
Indeed fired up by His “Be ye holy” to fight sinfulness.
Despite despairing World War III impending reality...
Let’s depend on God in sharing the Gospel against adversity
As we increase in our faith’s intensity
While thanking Him humbly with joy’s purity
Indeed empowered by His “Lovest thou me...?" test of sincerity.
*Psalm 69:32 The humble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.
May 11, 2020
Edited on September 13, 2023
I am tire of being a Kenyan,
I didn't intend to say this,
But allow me to talk about it.
From the time I was young.
I have learnt how to be patriotic.
I am tired of being a Kenyan.
Not because I hate Kenya.
But the things I have seen.
There's no one to trust.
Not even the mothers who mothered us.
I am tired of being a Kenyan.
Just because of our leaders.
The leaders who promised to relieve our burdens.
Today they are the one burdening us.
I'm tired of being a Kenyan.
Families are going hungry,
Not because they have no food.
But the flour prices are at the peak
As the farmers lose their maize in granaries.
I am tired of being a Kenyan.
Citizens cannot traverse the country.
Not because they do not want.
But as a result of the high fuel prices.
The oil we mine.
Not of any important to the common man.
I am tired of being a Kenyan,
Because if the insatiable gang.
One that cannot obey the will of the people.
Filing petitions every five years.
I'm tired of being a Kenyan.
I'm tired of being a Kenyan.
Just because of the youth.
Learned youth languishing in poverty.
With their degrees kept in the drawers.
As the old folks cling to the offices.
I'm not an atheist,
But the number of churches be build,
On a daily basis I dislike.
Less industries, more spiritual we are.
I am tired of being a Kenyan.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
I thought I stood on top of the world
But it was only when I fell
That I realized how small I am
Every success feels unearned
And every failure long overdue
Lifelong passions feel like anchors
But I have nothing to replace them with
So I cling to them with the might of Zeus
Hoping to recapture the magic of yesterday
But maybe my brain just isn't what it used to be
When I fill my stomach with junk
And I fill my mind with poison
I feel compressed and mashed
I can see the stairway to Heaven
But do not deserve to walk those stairs
So I march down a highway to Hell
Weighted by a thousand burdens
Collected over years and years
I'm significantly older than when I began
But I'm marginally wiser than I was
And when I look at the clock
The time is the number of the beast
I'm not Bohemian and this isn't a rhapsody
The reality is I'm just a simple man
And in my chest nothing beats
All that is there is a heart-shaped box
Ruined by years of desolation and heartbreak
But still I dream on and walk like an Egyptian
I'm just not sure how much longer I can go
My mouth is parched and my skin is torched
All I want is to find somewhere I belong
Where I don't have to ask, "what is love?"
And not wonder what it would be like without me
Burdening everyone simply by existing
I'm just a man in the box in a nutshell
It's sad but true so I decided to beat it
And maybe one day I'll be fine again
But deep down all I want to do is sleep
So please, please enter sandman
Let me dream and feel the kiss from a rose
So I can wake with no more tears
That's when nothing else matters
And I'll be over the hills and far away
Perhaps even larger than life
Because I want it that way
And no, maybe I'll never stand
On top of the world ever again
But for a wolf like me
I'll go somewhere only we know
Knowing that out of the two of us
I'm the only owner of a lonely heart
But I'll sit there and I'll smile
Because U can't touch this
And as I sit there and put pen to paper
Maybe my passion is truly
The only thing that never abandoned me