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The world does be a mysterious place to live in
Already hampered with its yet to be unlocked secrets
It does cause us all to enjoy while, at the same time, having us basked in sin
If I could change some things about it, pray, life would be as sweet as a ballet
See, humans would need to become pure
No more shall there be wars to endure
Humans shall be tolerant of one another
Even if differences of all sorts, around us all, do hover
Religions would need to be more unifying
Indeed, Holy Books, of the way to Heaven do teach
But then, humans, of hatred and mockery for one another do be screeching
As if, of peace and tolerance, their religions do not preach
Earth has had enough of its fill of pollution
Machines and gadgets I would bring forward,
Having the preservation of nature as their main mission
No more would trash and dirt fill the nooks and crooks of the world
Pollution does cause the death of life
Nature does become impure to our health
So much that Earth does feel like she is going on her way to her own death
Pray, a new world it shall be, one with air so fresh
If I could change more about the world,
Why, I would make sure death and disease do be in-existent
Pray, death does be so bold, it does cause us all to be so sad
Disease and the loss of our loved ones do cause us all to fall to our own detriment
Why, of course, humans and animals would have eternity to live
But at the same time, they would need to be made of good feelings
No more evil, no more sin, no more harms
No more disturbed thoughts, no more wants of abuse
My world, if I could have my way, would be free from poverty
Each and everyone of us would have his own share of gold
So that content shall be his stomach and that of his family
Content shall also be his heart, indeed, content shall be his little world
Why, does the world be a place where we, fallen souls, come to grieve
Does it be a place where our souls are to be always ringing with sorrowful alarm
Why, I do claim not to have, at my disposal, the one magic finger
But I shall try my best, to make of my world, a place, one so better!
This rhyme does be my prayer
May the Heavens bestow upon me, their power
Pray, if I could have my way, the world shall be the solace of all of life
Indeed, such a vision does be in my heart, the strength of my own faith!
10 April 2016
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
Thing's and the time's are a changing
and moving at such a tumultuous
and fluid rate
The blinking rapid eye movement
can barely keep up pace with it
at all
Unfortunately like everything in life
sometimes progress also has a dark
downside to it as well
We only later find out to our detriment
and cost when we eventually catch up
And then we have to begin and find
ourselves picking the bones out of it
and the long and hard process
Of righting our many wrongs which
when once done and set in stone
Take far more time to fix than they
did to create
For every cause also has and comes
dually precipitated by its counter butterfly
effect
And that in part will not so much as be
a simple ripple or a tremor
But be much more like akin to a tsunami
tidal wave of biblical proportions
The likes of which will make the age
old tale we we're taught in school
about
Noah and his Ark seem like mere
child's play just a man in a boat
caught out cold in a precipitous
rain storm
What is far more relevant truth be
told to me is he like us was given fair
warning but listened and heeded to
the advice given
Whereas what we tend to do is rather
just tut and mutter under our breath
Would have could have should have
what if only and but , but , but
I was a fish I would now be happily riding
and surfing the crest of this wave
Until this here wave eventually begins
to ebb and tapers out and huts the
shore and someone shouts dry land ahoy
Then I wish to be a fish no longer and
be returned to my once former self
So I can walk once again upon dry land
As if nothing has changed at all straight
right back to my old life of catching butterflies
just for fun and my own entertainment
Back to feigning progress isn't anything
but regressions well disguised in
actuality that is enabling us to do less
and less each passing day
Because we are so busy we barely have
a single second left to save a second more
Doing barely what exactly less than nothing
at all apart from spending more quality
time tapping touchscreen keys
On our new best friend what used to
be nothing more than just a phone
That we now can't seem to leave alone
for or constantly check for longer than
a matter of second's not minutes
a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ
there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about
yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight
so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love
the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
*“The evil that man do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;”
Shakespeare in Julius Caesar
Self Love
Time has now dawned to start loving myself
After fifty-five years serving others
In public sector with love and passion
With striking sincerity of purpose
With deft devotion and dedication
With candid commitment and conviction
With integrity as the best friend
And holding honesty in the right hand
As inscribed in the contours of my fate
Irrespective of who`s at helm of state~
Serving at diverse rungs of the ladder
From the lowest steps to the highest stairs
Caring for the health of the public purse
Sinking in the sea of stark stagnation~
Carrying bricks to rebuild the country
To make the land a better place to dwell
For all, heedless of caste, colour or creed
Regardless of tints of flags they brandished~
Oft stuck between the anvil and hammer
Serving as screen against storms and showers
With the shoulders burdened with heaps of loads
Some times to the detriment of my health.
Now ditched down the deep well of oblivion
By so-called friends, envious of my seat
Who used me as props to climb the ladder
And nestle themselves with safety at ease
As ravenous wolves in sheep`s clothing
As lizards changing hues to suit their needs~
Such is the fate of the evolving world
Where one`s goodness is interred with one`s bones*
Or turned to ashes and sprinkled away
To sink in the solitude of the sea.
Now with hair turning grey and the bones lean
When moving hundred steps is a burden
When the body night and day pines with pain
I feel that during my long journey of life
I have turned my back to loving myself~
And now is the time to carve a small spot
In the corridors of my senile heart
At long last to grow the grains of self love,
But not to close the door to share with friends
Lessons learnt to brave the wafting wild winds.
My voyage of life has brought to the fore
Self love is not synonym of ego
But at day`s end a decent desired goal
To be myself with my stress, strains and strength
Just a solitary human being
Singular like a single shining star
Scanning the deep sea of the inner self.
Dear Diary
I am self-destructive and alone, no matter how many people surround me.
I dislike people with my head but love them with my heart. I always try my best to help others and put their needs above my own—even to my detriment—because I never want others to feel the way that I do. Unfortunately, this makes me susceptible to malicious intentions, a price I will always choose to pay to do the right thing.
I have no family that cares about me despite my efforts, and I will not be remembered when I am gone.
I am imperfect, impatient, and angry. But I am also grateful, and I love.
The reasons I have to live are the same reasons many others would give to not carry on.
My life has been sadness and betrayal.
While I know, in theory, I should feel hopeless and depressed, I can’t help but feel happiness.
I am a paradoxical existence.
I survive in an artificial world whose rules I am forced to abide by. I watch as the technological creations used by billions do the very opposite of their intended purpose—pushing people away from each other instead of bringing them together.
I watch as the paradise we walk on daily is destroyed by the greed of humanity, corporations, and corruption. I am helpless, failing in my duty to protect—the very reason for my existence.
I am aging, and I am scared. I am young, but I am also old.
Not all of my friends made it this far. This fills me with guilt.
I see false promises from those who claim to have the answers for humanity yet fail to deliver time after time. I do not play their game.
I stand in awe as those around me fight for a system designed to enslave them, dividing them from those they should hold dearest.
I have held the hands of people and watched the life and light leave their eyes. I have learned from their experiences and mistakes—their sacrifice—to ensure I do not have to repeat them. This is one of my gifts.
I see with more than my eyes.
I am not special. I am a link in a chain.
Few would say I have been blessed, but many more would say I have been cursed—given the knowledge that the chain I am a part of isn’t real.
Yet, despite this knowledge, I still try. Because I am grateful, and I love.
October 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 12-13
Key Verse – Luke 12:1 In the mean time, when there were gathered together an innumerable multitude of people, insomuch that they trode one upon another, he (Jesus Christ) began to say unto his disciples first of all, Beware ye of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WARNING ME AGAINST HYPOCRISY
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its evil source
That comes from carnality’s force---
Help me please that I stay in Your biblical course
As I desire to be holy through the standards You endorse.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its bad effect
That speaks of imperfect human nature with character defect---
Help me please that I declare Your truth, and falsity detect
As I pray to be sincere, being Your child whom You righteously protect.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its inflicted shame
That brings embarrassment’s flame---
Help me please that I avoid worldly game
As I choose to be honest while praise to You I exclaim.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its obvious detriment
That starts with guilt along afflicted sentiment---
Help me please that I pursue toward earnest commitment-fulfillment
As I endeavour to be strong by Your steadfast redemption-settlement.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its unpleasant consequence
That exposes unwillingness of subtle disobedience---
Help me please that I labour with service-caused diligence
As I submit to be surrendered to Your will of perfection-insistence.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its afflictive vexation
That irritates spirituality and vanquishes joy of salvation---
Help me please that I triumph over pride-inviting temptation
As I strive to remain calm through Your peace-endued forgiveness-provision.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its sinful pleasure-filthiness
That offends godliness to promote idolatry’s wickedness---
Help me please that I flee from lustfulness along selfishness
As I beg to be repentant whenever I’m drawn toward hypocritical zealousness.
October 3, 2022
(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,
sans flushed testosterone
from heads to toe
sketched out sometime
from ~july or august 2012 or so
and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe
man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow
lee shifting (in seconds flat)
from neutral to overdrive
exceeding speedometer limit maximum
nearly attaining speed of light quo
shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick
in the summer of full feminine bloom
envisioning plunging hot rod
into her lubricated derrick
(and yes, young enough
to beget me via coital fling
a splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian),
who doth wanna swing
like a boyish chap
at prime love making time zing,
with thee, whose primary purpose comprised
tutoring my daughter whose deficiency
with language skills warrant
communication exercisesd
born with cognitive developmental delays
in sundry dis guised,
whose academic weakness qualified her since birth -
or soon thereafter meta morph a sized
to receive intervention to allow, enable
and provide her with life skills
even though patience thoroughly utilized
so she can become self reliant as an adult
thus bringing this papa aegis
of said progeny prances carefree like a colt
and via exposure therapy
comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt
magic touch, sans young women,
(who seem prominent in social service field)
bear witness as thy Punim doth molt
blindsiding actions of tender loving care
these myopic eyes
with hypnotic trance observe flair
ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur
spurring commendable utterance
of touche...here here
but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst
under lock and key lest detriment comb near
compromising instructional progress,
that could easily dis ap pear
into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills
reinforcement ever since first year
A simple string of letters,
they were the only that I saw.
The rest were gone you see,
because you knew that you were wrong.
The slightest of affection,
you felt the need to comfort her.
I’ve needed you so badly,
I guess it’s what I don’t deserve.
You promised it was harmless,
that you wouldn’t go and screw her.
I never saw it coming,
struck me down like stormy weather.
So, if it were so harmless,
tell me, why delete the others?
There’s more to this sad story
that I may never uncover.
You’d met with her for months,
behind my back without a trace.
You swore it wasn’t like that,
that you’d never seen her face.
But then, more hits me hard,
there’s clearly so much that I’ve missed.
Like when I’d found your past out,
and that the two of you have kissed.
How can’t you understand
why my heart it hurts so bad?
Re-read the last few stanzas,
and say you don’t know why I’m sad.
You said that you were angry,
and that was why you did such deeds.
But that only makes it worse,
I know now what your anger breeds.
How am I to heal
when all my questions have no answers?
You claim that you have none,
except that you were never lovers.
Why can’t you fill the space for me?
Do I not deserve to know?
My heart is broke in pieces,
as my sadness overflows.
There’s obviously more to this,
but you won’t spare my mind.
I swear I only want to know
so we can leave the past behind.
I always thought that she was pretty,
but I guess that you did too.
You promised you would never,
that I could put my trust in you.
So, whether you admit it,
you and I both know there’s more.
You withhold so much truth from me,
leaving my insides sore.
The pit inside my stomach
and my heart as it does sink…
Has left me feeling vulnerable,
and I just can’t seem to think.
No matter how much time goes by,
the stitches never heal.
The vast amount of questions
left unanswered is unreal.
The slightest of affection,
and simple words that you had sent…
Has injured my self-worth,
it’s all been to my detriment.
But why did she deserve
to get support that I had begged for?
I needed you. I needed you.
Guess I’m not special anymore.
October 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 13-14
Key Verse – John 13:10 Jesus saith to him, He that is washed needeth not save to wash [his] feet, but is clean every whit: and ye are clean, but not all.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE WASHER
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my cleansing toward Your blessing
Thank You for purifying me against sins’ hell-bound cursing
Surely purging my soul from worldliness-immersing---
Please keep on sanctifying me; while my faith You are increasing.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my steps toward righteousness
Thank You for revealing to me Your Word’s truthfulness
Surely showing to my heart the essence of holiness---
Please keep on transforming me, Your servant of faithfulness.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my stand upon Biblical spirituality
Thank You for enabling me to follow You and trust Your authority
Surely leading my steps with peace against falsity---
Please keep on enclosing me around Your security’s certainty.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my entrance into Your throne of grace
Thank You for forgiving me when I confess my evil ways
Surely pardoning my transgressions in my daily pace---
Please keep on helping me to pray always by Your merciful brace.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my walk along paths of compassion
Thank You for allowing me to involve in Your ministerial function
Surely satisfying my contentment with Your sufficient provision---
Please keep on guiding me to fulfill servanthood-commission.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my works to abound by Your might
Thank You for loving me so much with purity’s delight
Surely cheering my spirit toward laboring against slothfulness’ blight---
Please keep on moving me toward productivity height.
Lord God, You are my life Washer
for my dependence to the Holy Ghost every moment
Thank You for pulling me to Your presence from iniquity’s detriment
Surely teaching my mind with Your wisdom against doubt’s impediment---
Please keep on instructing me by Your Scriptural commandment.
October 9, 2023