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Hunger's Needle
Acumen's voice smolders quietly
when deafened ears respond only
to discords of witlessness
Wisdom's heat invites comfort
its embers remain alive
its wake of constant resolve
lifts vigils of swirling persuasion
choking away illiteracy
ignoring cross or sickle waved ominously
Ever present
Creation's insight
remaining airborne in a void for those
with causeless breath being held
affecting not its surroundings
forever stale ether locked
roiling chasms of fear
exuding odiferous spoilage
rotting
polluting
repelling
Such misery holds steady
among repeated indulgences of flesh
the masses' quintessential reptilian skin
long overdue for shedding
But cling it must
this resistance to reflection and growth
feeling safe in unknowing
the rewards of philological pondering
Sign and verbal
touch and smell
eye and ear
an all-sensitive motion
making ready transference from literal
to ethereal possession
For some
a chosen distance is preferred
a huddled observation from
deep in the abyss of ignorance
self-importance perishing alone
amidst a cacophony of unresolved noise
while wisdom's whisper
continues to thread hunger's needle
I am that patient in the behavioral health units who entered into the mental world of the unknown..!
I am that prisoner behind the bars who committed heinous crime.
I am the judge who passed the sentence on that criminal who was hanged yesterday.
I am that might lion walking in the savanna land of Africa.
I am that meandering river down the mountains until I reach the sea.
I am that prostitute standing on the corner of the 7th Street waiting for you.
I am that black man who was killed by the police in the 7th Street last night.
I am the one you are searching for in the mosque, in the church,and in the temples .
But who are you, "I am God" the causeless cause ....!!!!
By Chanda Katonga.
Like a whip-sword with a blade, it looked humble and curled.
I thought it's the softest pink sapphire in the world.
In your brawl with me, for causeless cause, when you swore
Endless embers of volcanoes gushed from your core.
Your pessimism, like toxin-puffed balloons, soared high
A pain from within me throbbed into a sigh
Scorn, like fire from fighting swords, from you blazed forth
Is there, deep within you, an inferno of wrath?
Did I, in the past, shun showing you my favour?
I, now, feel ashamed to have you as my neighbour.
I thought you're precious and preserved you as a pearl.
What tempest, I don't know, turned you a pool of whirl.
Though storms taunt time and again, do Banyan trees weep?
With your thorny, rude words, I feel awake from sleep.
No one can make rules for me to live with a snake.
What use is a neighbour who gives nothing but ache?
Crazy plans were made
some of us raced off
to fulfill half-baked dreams,
Some became causeless rebels,
a few, artists, or poets.
They travelled,
they meandered here and there
looking for a purpose.
Last night in a reverie
I saw them all milling around
the base of a mountain
they had once vowed to climb.
They were okay, they had settled-in,
built families brick by heavy brick.
Of course some died trying,
were they the hero's?
I myself, ended up
in a place not one of us saw coming;
better that way - no tracks or trace,
just slowly failing upwards.
July 28, 2023 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 31-34
Key Verse – Jeremiah 31:7 For thus saith the LORD; Sing with gladness for Jacob, and shout among the chief of the nations: publish ye, praise ye, and say, O LORD, save thy people….
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GLADNESS’ SONG
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your music of great kindness
Thank You for Your tunes of merriment and cheerfulness
With Your answers to my supplication’s steadfastness
For my comfort midst mourning’s bitterness.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your message of satiating satisfaction
Thank You for Your inspiration against frustration and lamentation
With Your instruction while confounding me by Your correction
For my holiness midst backsliding’s temptation.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your lyrics of replenishing blessing
Thank You for Your covenant that’s very soul-pleasing
With Your ordinances of standard-encompassing
For my wholeness midst causeless cursing.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your melody of ready deliverance
Thank You for Your sacrifice responsible for my redemption’s assurance
With Your blood’s payment, sealing my eternal insurance
For my transformation that manifests new-creation’s appearance.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your rhythm of life everlasting delight
Thank You for Your promises that are never late, always timely right
With Your evidences if Your faithfulness, clearly bright
For my peace midst joy abounding upon Your truth’s insight.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your tone of sanctifying authority
Thank You for Your forgiveness for my confessed iniquity
With Your freedom releasing me from captivity
For my victory midst staining worldliness’ infirmity.
Lord God, You are my gladness’ Song
along Your hymns of dominion-entitlement
Thank You for Your revival bringing ministry enjoyment
With Your compassion propelling my Gospel sharing involvement
For my triumph in my everyday engagement.
July 28, 2023
Crazy plans were made
some of us raced off
to fulfill half-baked dreams,
Some became causeless rebels,
a few, artists, or poets.
They travelled,
they meandered here and there
looking for a purpose.
Last night in a reverie
I saw them all milling around
the base of a mountain
they had once vowed to climb.
They were okay, they had settled-in,
built families
brick by heavy brick.
Of course some died trying,
were they the hero's?
I myself, ended up
in a place not one of us saw coming;
better that way - no tracks or trace,
just slowly failing upwards.
Threading Hunger’s Needle
by Odin Roark
Acumen's voice smolders quietly
When deafened ears respond only
To discords of witlessness.
Perception's heat invites comfort,
Its embers remaining alive,
Its wake of constant resolve
Lifts vigils of swirling persuasion,
Choking away illiteracy,
Ignoring cross or sickle waved ominously.
Ever present, creation’s insight
Remaining airborne in a void for those
With causeless breath being held,
Affecting not its surroundings,
Forever stale within ether locked,
Where roiling chasms of fear
Exude odiferous spoilage,
Rotting,
Polluting,
Repelling.
Such misery holds steady,
Amidst the multitudes’ repeated indulgences of flesh,
Where masses’ quintessential reptilian skin
long overdue for shedding
remain stagnant.
But cling it will,
This resistance to reflection and growth,
Feeling falsely safe in unknowing
The rewards of philological pondering,
Literature’s sign and verbal,
Touch and smell,
Eye and ear,
An all-sensitive motion
Making ready transference from literal
To one’s personal ethereal possession.
For some…
A chosen distance remains preferred.
A huddled observation from
Deep in the abyss of ignorance,
Convinced personal importance is to perish alone
Amidst a cacophony of unresolved noise.
Always close by, however…
Wisdom’s whisper continues to nurture hunger’s tenacity,
Knowing a needle unthreaded is of little use.
With all the new ones returned from eternity, a cohort of bewitched fates,
we'll long through the spell of forgetting, the tiny ones with giants' shades,
sad avatars with grins of joy, the graveyards blooming bright,
mountains with a view toward the sea from inverted mirror's sight,
the many words gone silent, the mute ones crying out in spectral echoes
to bring us memory from the future past, just for a day
white-as-the-night, a necklace made of crystal tears, the summer wise
insane for the first eternal time, from peak-abyss, a flood
of drought, asthenic evening electric, maidenhood's path-wise,
floating burden of your mind heavy as smoke, from a
spring buried in August that was forgotten-remembered,
like before that winter wise demented in my mind
burning with astral ice, temperature without degree, curvature
without angle, a sacred parody of healing sickness, appendix
yellow-violet of autumn living-dead, of your hysterical
zen leaf that dances ritual on the dead branch full of sap...
Pun hard as water, vapor made of stone, fog curly-smooth,
amor of alchemical longing, magic council of pithecanthrope
illuminated priests, sweet pain from priceless wealth, dowry stolen
by fairies, story-truth, of her hair's arrow-crests,
with cursed grace, but causeless gift, my nocturnal spark
diurnal, with you-phantom, alone in crowds, on a sky
of earth with private-public stars, in total part,
to me and you and no one, the eye-full fate blind-seeing
in cubes of hot ice baked-raw like burnt honey,
of your mute desire for whispers like thunder in the fullness of silence...