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Written: February 1st, 2024
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I propose they should read a poem
Set it in light and let it serve as a totem
Similar to a kaleidoscope display
Alas, listen to the beehive and sway
I quit
writing love poetry
ever since that day
I saw starlight
suffocating
to death
in a smother
of cindered dreams
and the moon burying itself
under the wings of
immigrating pledges
I
waited
for dawn
to usher me
through the dark
rummaging the
clouds for a
remain of
sunrise
dot
to dip my feather in
its shine just to find
blank blackness
cramming the horizon
so I stopped writing of
l
i
g
h
t
I'm struggling still
to grasp
your susurrations
to be used to
the rhythm
my fingers shiver with
at the sound of
their echo
in which letters oscillate across the page
akin to sunflowers swinging in the hand
with a sense of a spring breeze in a cage
Blows between the lines in another land
twilight
of
musings
as ink drips
shimmering
in a rainbow aurora
and poems blossom
back to life
drenched
in
morning dew
UNENDING BLACK HOLE
I’m gonna smoke myself to death
Suck on this damned cigarette
I’ll burn these memories down
Drop them with the ashes to the ground
Look up high and see the rest of them rise
With the smoke into the skies they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away
And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul
Hardly breathing I’m falling down the
Unending black hole
The hardest part is the waiting for too long
The harder part not knowing what I’m waiting for
Imprisoned by these four walls of this tiny room
Imprisoned by my hopes about a future bloom
Too much has been said too much anyone can take
And after all it turned into a big mistake
So I light another cigarette
It will pass soon by, it will pass soon by, it will pass soon by
And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul
Hardly breathing i'm falling down the
Unending black hole
Mona karaki
A world changes course
expelling the good grim reaper
twisted joke
entering this forbidden zone
called democracy
Careless acts of violence black and white
mothers burying their children
so much tears soak the very grounds
salt of this earth
where moral order breaks down
in societies failure
A bad replacement shapeshifting demons rule
Where no longer they care about peoples suffering
removing God's teachings from schools
so our forefathers died in vain blood of our ancestors
Taking away human rights
amnesty international laugh a minute
lawless democracies without proper vision
killing without just cause tyrants bragging ill will
Without facing the justice of all lands
Murder is murder so says the judge above all
stealing is robbing without deeds aquired
laid down by the Lord on stone himself
We all know its the devil's playground now
Darkness of your souls reek with many lies told
When fancy coated words fall out vomit
from the mouths who ware suits
As that is a trademark
of the biggest robbers there is
Stealing even by stealth or forced to ground
poisionous morals killing the seed of truth
sewn from the garden of lust dark or light
Open your eyes blind beggars of hell
disfunctional greedy merchants and war criminals
alike you all sign a pact together like wolves
we see the suffering and torment of your weapons
tipped with poison blaming everyone but yourselves
Creating hate through your neverending violence
amongst the innocent victims raped of everything
God be merciful unto your rotten souls
Damning the victims with your pride filled agendas
we all become victims if we sit without a voice listen pride
Peace is the way forward that looks above and beyond
stand down dark spirits your lust knows no bounds
drunken with greed
Light of our saviour will come
one day supreme commander
I will kneel to the creator
When this earth goes into darkness again
we need to pray for salvation
no longer do we walk
but stumble in the pathway
of his loving ways
Rock of faith we stand strong
for our childrens sake
to give them a future generation
Mercy shake hands
make Eden beautiful again
The signs are coming to pass
to celebrate the happiness and joy
Heaven above the angels will sing
It was a cold wintery night for the dead
When I cremated Sam McGee, she said
I heard the wind yell out “the lost is found”
As we put his gold urn in the frozen ground
I had never heard the voice of the dead before
On that Tennessee plain, I said “Sam, you’re no more!”
But Sam was not finished with the likes of me.
He followed me home that night, old Sam McGee
Became a yellow orb and spoke inside my dreams.
He is as ghostly as you can imagine any spirit, it seems.
He had messages, and he wanted back out of the ground, to sup.
Horrified by his bombardment of my soul, need I dig him up?
Don’t pay him any mind, said my thinking self.
He needs to put himself back into the urn on that shelf.
This is when I realized burying his urn was a nightmare, not real.
Boy, could Sam McGee make me fret, toss, turn, and feel….
What are you after? I asked my friend Sam, who would not leave.
You have to promise to bury my urn near Lake Lebarge, okay, Cleave?
I am your cousin, I reminded him. I will do it if I am still alive.
He finally left my dream about a quarter to five.
I called him the next day to tell him to stay out of my dreams.
His mama, Aunt Violet was fixing him oatmeal with creams.
She tried to wake him up, but he was dead as a concrete post.
So this explained a bit why he had come to me as a ghost.
Would you look for me if I disappeared?
What if one day
I didn't wake up in my bed
What if I was lost
Alone inside my head
What would you do
If I was nowhere to be seen
Where would you search
For a missing teen
Would you find me walking
In the cities bustling streets
Full of all kinds of music
That match how my heart beats
Would you find me wandering
In the depth of the woods
Picking flowers and pretty rocks
And all kinds of other goods
Would you find me standing
In a downpour of rain
Looking up at the clouds
Telling them my pain
What if you couldn't find me
No matter how hard you looked
What if I was hiding
Somewhere you'd overlooked
Would you find me sitting
At the bottom of the ocean
In the deepest darkest corner
Burying my emotion
Would you find me sleeping
At the top of the sky
Nestled in the clouds
To tired to even cry
Would you find me waiting
Floating somewhere in space
Leaping from star to star
With everlasting grace
If I told you I was waiting for you
That I wanted you to find me
Would you search every star
Every minute you were free
To bring me back home
To the way things used to be
But what if I told you not to bother
Not to waste your time
That even if you searched for an eternity
Some things just arn't ment to be...
Would you still look for me if I disappeared?
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross placed around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball, and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words, they chose to speak
but I saw the magic
they were too blind to see.
Your chaos was brilliant;
you were beautiful to me.
You calmed in my presence
enough that I could see
your aura painted with every color known to be.
And when your eyes met mine,
I could tell
they saw beyond my earthly shell.
And within your essence of spinning hues,
I saw something else there too:
a sadness,
a sadness I swore to love out of you,
to preserve the magic in your dance.
So I gave you my loyalty, time, and patience
for my love already lived within your essence’s grasp,
I was determined to heal the tear in your heart,
to mend without scars all your shattered parts.
While in my soul's embrace,
your shadows seemed to wane.
With time, the darkness did ascend—
you felt no more pain,
no heaviness within.
But as the shadows left your face,
your cyclonic presence softened its pace.
With your heart filled
and your sadness erased,
I watched your vortex still
and its colors fade.
Happy and whole, you felt content
in the family we created, in the life we lived.
Feeling ashamed, I began to pull away,
remorseful, burying the ache I could not explain.
I was angry with my own heart
for feeling confused—
in the absence of your color, I had lost my muse.
For the murder of inspiration,
my love stands accused,
missing all the initial cues
that the sadness I sought to remove
was more important to me
than I ever knew
I understand now what your sadness did—
it held open the wound where your magic lived.
And the pain that wound made, it gave like a gift,
stitching new feeling to every color it bled.
And with every new color, reality bent,
giving birth to a finale of colorful spark
That ignited the beautiful whirlwind of chaos
I loved with every ounce of my heart
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best gift*
Such is everlasting life which does our souls uplift
With Your offered reconciliation midst sin-enmity’s rift
Making us heaven-bound, and from hell’s flames, adrift.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best security
Such is assurance of salvation in Your sovereignty
With Your granted adoption for our divine identity
Making us blessed as Your children throughout eternity.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best Book
Such is the Bible that keeps us from worldliness’ hook
With Your illumined vision for our scriptural truth’s look
Making us wise unto our faith’s perfection in every nook.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best story
Such is the Gospel of Your glorious victory
With Your bestowed conversion burying our old nature’s misery
Making us obedient so that Your name we can honourably carry.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best privilege
Such is serving You by Your grace we acknowledge
With Your supplies along stewardship-mileage
Making us fruitful in the ministry by Your guided knowledge.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best situation
Such is contentment in Your will in any occasion
With Your guaranteed provision and purging sanctification
Making us dependent on You through constant supplication.
We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best reward
Such is joyfulness in striving for holiness upon Your standard
With Your promised fortification around Your love’s safeguard
Making us close to You while each works as Your diligent steward.
*2Corinthians 9:15 Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.
September 23, 2019
I was twelve once,
long brown hair,
big brown eyes,
men always stared.
I was twelve once,
smart and witty,
some would say,
I was pretty.
I was twelve once,
dreamed about life,
would I someday,
become someone's wife.
I was twelve once,
got knocked down,
was not allowed,
to make a sound.
I was twelve once,
cried all alone,
this glass house,
doesn't throw stones.
I was twelve once,
grew up fast,
stuck on twelve,
my hearts harrased.
I was twelve once,
from long ago,
still feeling affects,
from his blows.
I was twelve once,
and you forty,
I can't forget,
our slumber party.
April 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 14-16
Key Verse –1Kings 14:15 For the LORD shall smite Israel, as a reed is shaken in the water, and he shall root up Israel out of this good land, which he gave to their fathers, and shall scatter them beyond the river, because they have made their groves, provoking the LORD to anger.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INIQUITY-SMITER
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my shameful childishness
Thank You for checking my lack of reason due to my foolishness
I repent from feigning myself before Your righteousness
Help me follow Your commandments with earnestness.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my perilous rage
Thank You for blocking my evil thoughts that hinder my courage
I repent from indulging myself in sin’s vain wastage
Help me choose Your ways by Your guiding vantage.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fatal jealousy
Thank You for transforming my attitude with Your truth and mercy
I repent from burying myself in humanistic tendency
Help me submit to Your leadership’s holy fervency.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my obvious imperfection
Thank You for correcting my shallow dedication and skin-deep devotion
I repent from presenting myself with hypocrisy’s passion
Help me do my part in the fulfillment of Your great commission.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my carnal involvement
Thank You for arresting my compromises of damaging engagement
I repent from immersing myself into worldly allurement
Help me abide in Your will midst Your perfection-enablement.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fleshly might
Thank You for directing my walk toward Your throne’s light
I repent from encamping myself against Your protective sight
Help me stay in Your compassion’s delight.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my futile vanities
Thank You for illumining my vision through Your Word-certainties
I repent from hiding myself against worship-filled duties
Help me stand upon Your strong foundations of eternal verities.
April 1, 2023
~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
(The Nazi's Camps)
They had seen Hell on Earth
Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through all the horror
Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow
Seen babies thrown in the air and shot dead with rifles
In front of their thunderstruck, disbelieving mothers
Seen dogs rip the flesh off of tender girls and boys
Vultures and crows clean up with their cackling noise
Witnessed gang-rapes of tender teen-agers
Radiation experiments on their private parts
Their eyes plucked out of their heads screaming
Gasoline fires consuming their bodies and hearts
And then, most awful of all, the crematoria
Hundreds daily taking 'showers' of poisonous gas
The stench of their decaying bodies piling up in smoking ruins
While the Third Reich sang and danced to Hitler's tune...
At the end, human skeletons marching weeks on end in rags
Through unforgiving Polish forests in winter storms
Shot through the head should they tarry or stumble
Writhing as their saintly parents died in their arms
This couple, this pair, survived, and they married
Made a new home in the State of Israel
Where Iranian jackals still howl at them daily
Warning them of plutonium and nuclear bombs
Tight-lipped they were and tight-lipped they remain
Building a home, bearing children, carrying on
Burying the pain in the past, they neither pout nor complain
No time to waste on vengeance, life's too soon gone
Two Jewish heroes re-embraced life, made the most of peacetime
Teaching the world ~ even unthinkable horrors can be overcome with time