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A colourful day of the year, when moonlight and sunlight never enough
Decorated with more lightening, colourful, beautiful and splendour
Songs, dances, tours and laughers, all culminated with Holy Mass prayers
The day of the year that celebrations and merriments are from the hearts.
One plus again today, though tough cycle experienced ever,
The cycle that I faced kilindi, a bottom of fiscal nudes,
Where top trusted friends and divine guiders,
Laughed at my mourns and pledged as backbiters
Speaking evils and pushed away my buoyancy.
The year that penny left the pockets, the year that comrades lost trust,
The year that concubines disappeared, the year that suicidal could be a b’ option
But God showered his Mercy, we reached a gain the cycle start
Thank you all comrades, who paid their trust on me,
The trust, resource you shared, are marked top to my heaven
Nothing I equal to repay, but prayers will seal my tongue
With songs and praise to my God, who sent such angles to me.
Years wishes to all, the fight has just began,
Purely academic it was, truly will keep the move,
And chase the thief tranquilly, no noise no boost Facebooking,
Time is our best align, let’s clap when destiny is reached
© lucas Mkude 25-12-2024 birthday mood
He meets with his concubines to find out what is divine
The path was not clear and he had to figure out how to get there
So he gathers them all at the table to find out who was able
To each he assigned a special task to get them out of the dark.
And when evening comes he sets up a stand in the middle of the land and invites the community to come along and before he could open his mouth the whole community came off the street and he gave them something to eat and out of nowhere a stranger appears and the air was finally cleared
He stood between the post and the tree looking at the multitude enjoying his company; they were seeking for something that money could not buy and it was a divine passion that was locked up in the sky, it filters through the clouds at nights and takes the universe by surprise, it is the warmth that some people can feel and the temperature that the body reveals.
Concubines from the East adorned in Jewels stacked up on their hands, elbows and knees and boxes of fragrance and fine jewel worth trillions piled up to the roof, they had nothing else to prove. No one has seen those jewels before, it must have emerged from beneath the floor, the entire concubines were wearing them and it must have been treasure trickle down from heaven, no one could touch them except for the concubine that wore them.
Oh concubines of the night, the stars shine bright in the sky
The wilderness of fear is locked and the world of despair is nowhere near here, put on your robes and come for there is much to be done, you have got to clean the streets and say thank you to the people that you meet, the galaxy is coming together and the universe will get brighter, knock on all the doors and
Sell the people all that is in store.
The concubines have done it again, they brought in riches in a thousand fold and at last the story could be told.
He had concubines
He had call girls of curls and of wool
He had gigantic heart and tender soul
He had had desire for his nurse
He had witch hazel blending with his kisses
He had invited comfort and joy to partake
He had hunger beyond measure
He had his menu spread out before him
He had an ear for foreign music
He had the nerve to eat and become gluttony
He had licked clean the plateau of plenty
He had had dinner, desert, and adoration
He had keen understanding of a woman
He had stood seven feet tall, yet silent
He had puppy dog eyes with tears when I left
He had gazillion stories undocumented.
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Form:
hello
it's me
the result of your unrestrained vices.
i was born from the ground up
from the mouth of the gaping crater left by the density, and gravity of your monolithic pile of sin:
the same crater that exposes the veins of the earth,
causing the magma to bleed out from the skin:
the same skin that has already been,
eroded from the inside out by the seed of dishonor, and rusted by the blood of your wives, your children, your concubines, your brothers, and sisters and neighbors.
the same neighbors who have decided on your condemnation.
you shall eat the dust,
until the dust itself eats you.
you shall eat it until you are completely full and wholly dissatisfied.
your blade, which you hold, will become molten steel in your hand.
And the bone of the arm that holds that molten steel shall be broken into 7 segments,
and those segments of bone shall be removed from the skin and pushed into your toothless mouth
and what is left of the arm will be filled with salted concrete and stitched up and wrapped with sandpaper.
your organs and blood shall be removed and replaced with that of those you have killed.
what remains of their lives will enact revenge against your own body.
your sentence shall be finished only when the insatiable appetite of Satan pulls your soul out of your cursed vessel,
and straight into the gaping abyss that is his mouth.
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him that his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries brought their daughters for his brides.,
But God said, 'Solomon be wise, send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes and all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son their sins will be on you.'
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind, he welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by those kings and queens, acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines and wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them so strong would be their ties.
That Israel would follow them and he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened that Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them and even their gods too.
He let them build their temples and went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God by the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them and God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today, they're coming here in droves.
Fleeing from oppression that their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them and we shouldn't honor Him.
Well their god offends me too so the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us the very thing they seek.
Denying us our freedoms, our own laws have made us weak.
We are the pagans in their eyes and of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God. I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10:11
PRELUDE
King David did break all Ten Commandments in one act (2 Samuel 11:2-5)
All it takes is one to break the pact (James 2:10)
THE X COMMANDMENTS
He made Bathsheba a goddess (2 Samuel 11)
Her body was his idol, to him she was hottest (2 Samuel 11:4)
He caused others to take God’s Name in vain (2 Samuel 11:14)
Did he keep the Sabbath Day? (1 Kings 20:29)
Where were his thoughts on that day?
Were Jesse and Nitzevet honored by
their son's behavior? (Is. 11:1; Ps 86:16)
This is why God sent the Savior (Psalm 51:4; Matt. 1:21)
With David’s rape of Bathsheba and murder of Uriah (2 Samuel 11)
In one fell swoop he struck his Messiah (Number 20:11; 1 Cor. 10:1-14)
He stole Uriah's wife (2 Samuel 11)
And stole his life......
(Ahimelech was fed a lie and gave the showbread
To feed David and his men instead) (1 Samuel 21:1-6)
........Sullying Uriah’s reputation (2 Samuel 11:14-21)
And coveting Uriah’s all and everything and
things that might have been
Why? King David ruled kingdoms and had many wives (2 Samuel 3:2-6)
and concubines (2 Samuel 5:13)
POSTLUDE
Nathan shared a parable with the king
He became irate, then shame came
As the prophet revealed the guilty man (2 Samuel 12:1-15)
It was King David guilty of all by one act
(So let us remember (we are all sinners) that one act (Of commission or omission) can offend many, especially God)
I spied Grace she was in a gentleman's club
her moves so pure but am more enchanted
by her disposition that inner purity radiating
a paradox for one involved in such a service
selling her flesh yet yearning for respect
Many are the times shes had to cry alone
asking God why do i have to do this..
do all these hungry eyes have to feast
upon my sacred sanctuary for them to offer
their filthy but desperate needed money
I offered her a bottle of beer and partook
the feast that never fills one hunger..
it only makes one more hungry than before
I reminded her they say king Solomon had..
a harem with hundreds of concubines..
They all craved the attention of their king
and if tomorrow is Judgement day grace..
remember to say that you were with me
i ended spending the office petty cash...
but i got at least to chat with lady grace
At church next day cant concentrate images
of a pure grace dancing as she was born keep..
keep invading my mind.. am attending this service
for her with her in communion with her.. grace
for if tomorrow is judgement day grace.. Cbartrakx
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code 254
the choking beat of conformity
coagulates internment in the minds
of fascist marches measuring time
shoving tubes filled with dictates
down the gullet of my spirit
wishing to be at least severed
from the instance of alignment
inherent in the laughing dream
which destroys ambitions of rain
-bows arching toward constellations
(a distorted and twisted version of the uni
-verse is still wavering alternative…
…dimensions into the crevice of an animal
eyeing and praying for nothing save rain
and prey to be plentiful despite their screams…)
must keeps the string extending
into nuclear holocaustic burns freezing
specters of old films dissolving
bubbles of arteries swelling grand
-father gasping at the why dangling
in the sky…stratospheric metaphors
…and off-key colors spill like incense
into the flame of creation harkening
dances of concubines combining
their hair like an enigma
lost in the tip of a hum
life splits the secret of the tongue
a hue reflecting djinns of you
releases peace in a white explosion
swimming a thousand curses in sand
blinding in the storm of suffering
until the palliating confusion tears
and the witnesses remain in the caesarian
-section of divided moons of elliptical doubt
orbiting the cloud of world-leaders
scratching the chin of sin smirking…
Roaming around the mysterious domain of oblivion
I crept into the caves of pleasure
The crimson joy enveloped me in utter passion
I tried to stand up, but
The lustful hug of the darkness
Prevented me; I prevented myself
From getting an ordained release
Swarms of gothic darkness covered me from tip to toe
They were thirsty; they sucked the present out of me
Myriad ancient tales of kings of emperors of their concubines
Steadily peeled me out, the ecstasy I felt in the pain…
I ran towards the dense and dark woods
With outstretched arms
Because I wanted to hug darkness
To drown in darkness
To elicit darkness from the trees from the herbs
The mythical herbs
That often provided immortality to mystic lovers
The treetops lapped me up in their bosoms
I smiled like a child wept like a child crept
In the wombs of myth of darkness
I know not where to bury my corpse of present
My putrefied me
...Loyalty, of all of them,
is the most lacking in our time.
But there’s untold importance in
staying true to those you find
who are sincere, honorable,
also true friends and family,
we build islands of refuge
in a sea of insanity.
Man’s great rock of stability
in the swirling dance of wrong,
loyalties, it is fair to say
are civilization’s bonds.
Finally, there is Aggression,
the hardest one to control,
but a good man who can fight hard
is more precious than even gold.
Some say we should abolish it,
that it does nothing but destroy,
forgetting that sometimes evil
is not something we can avoid.
And when evil seeks a victim,
it’s this virtue that it must meet,
were it not for male aggression
not a single soul would live free.
People who would dismiss these things,
who would lie and call them ‘toxic,’
strike me as people that inside
are frightened, broken, or sick.
To banish the traits that make us,
that built a world from sticks and stones,
comes off as mindless sophistry
from minds that are not yet grown.
And though they’ll never admit this,
I feel it must always be said,
were it not for the manly virtues,
we’d be concubines, slaves, or dead.