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Nobody walks here anymore
Nobody listen to them anymore
The grass has grown out of control
And the wind has battered them to the ground
In the midst of the dense woods
the road lingers between the tall grass
and the muddy stream
Many streams are are moving from all corner
Meeting at a detrimental cross road
and emptying all its content into the big wide river
I have been searching for this tranquility for so long
But nothing I do I could escape the wicked one
But now its just me and the birds mingling in nature
listening to the water gushing from the big dirty river
This Saturday morning was somewhat peculiar
I rode around the block then made my way to the track
and sat on a gigantic rock to meditate
But as soon as I enter the gate
the birds starts yelling at each other
There was one distinct sound
that almost lift me off the ground
At first I didn't know its name
then I learned that it was the cardinal's game
The woodpecker argued so loud
forcing the blue jay and the Carolina wrens
to settle the dispute in the hollow of the tree.
and the mocking birds accompanied by the moaning dove
laments the turmoil of a brand new day
The Cardinal called me three times to state my case
It called so loud that I had to respond with a frantic shout
Three times I had to say that I am here
and three times I had to say that I am not going any where
I escaped to the other side of the river
and walked freely in the big open space
The park runs through numerous backyards
and as I approach the birds starts to litigate
forcing me to abandon my journey
And work out another plan before I land
the turtles wiggling underneath the stagnant pond
add to the blatant chorus of Saturday's mass
The cardinal erupt from the other side of the bush
with an irritated call that disillusion nature and ended in a brawl
I took off my shoes and sprint quickly up hill
my feet pressing on the wet grass
oh I felt like a child again enjoying natures morning splendor
and looking towards a brighter future
I spread out on the damp grass
viewing the vast landscape around me
And America's abundant luxury going to waste
Three giant planes flew above me and
I watch them disappeared in the thick clouds
Birds tell tales turtles buried in ponds
This sound like a mystery to everyone.
I am a running again.
I remove my glasses to blur my view,
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror,
My self peers back at me,
with disbelief, regret and horror.
I remove my glasses so that I cannot see,
that which I’m not and that which I’ve wanted to be.
I close my eyes, so I’m now in a trance,
of an alternate universe, a new theme,
a new life, a new romance.
I remove my glasses and put them aside,
and think back to better times, waiting
for my pain to subside.
But as I shuffle through my memories, relief -
I cannot seem to get,
because the past is filled with insurmountable regret.
I remove my glasses and put them in their case
and reminiscence about my beliefs, the dreams I used to chase.
But all this sorting reveals only mistakes,
mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
Oh, so many mistakes…
I remove my glasses because it’s time to sleep,
I wrench today’s goals from the thought bubble,
and discard them into the unachieved heap.
As I sink to the bottom of the bed at the end of the day I've fought,
I plummet into the depths of my innermost thought,
that preaches ‘useless’, ‘ worthless’, ‘hate’
that preaches ‘loser', ‘ugly’, ‘ late’
that dictates my action and my inaction,
that dictates my speech and my silence.
And as I lose myself to the seduction of rest,
I try to revive in me, an anticipation for the morrow -
a dying and hopeless, bedridden zest.
The sun will bring with it, a new day,
the day will begin coffee, sticky notes,
in the same old unaccomplishing way.
I will remove my glasses to blur my view,
I will remove my glasses to disillusion myself,
I will remove my glasses to remove myself
to a new fantasy, a new retreat, a new game.
I will remove my glasses to feed my escapism,
and let the footsteps of my desires lead me into a new daydream,
of wonder, success and fame.
But still,
I can hope.
And still,
I will hope,
that the morrow is not barren of new opportunities.
But still,
I can pray.
And still,
I will pray,
that the morning air instils a new confidence,
in me, as, from my lucid dreams, I wake,
in me, who limps behind the forerunners of the race.
For there is life to be loved, and life to be lived,
and mine is a future in the making,
a future to face.
John 8:7
“So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”
Sipping herbal tea, my mind goes back
to the time when you said to me…
… let him without sin, cast the first stone…
The memory trembles in me, a reflection
of a promise that awaits, a seed
planted by the love that You provided
when you saved me from the worst grief
when you saved me from the darkest fear
when you saved me from the unending hell
where I’d never know what it means to feel
the love that is beyond description…
love this alive – it’s convincing, convicting
allows me to see into the meaning
You silenced the disparaging – the critics
those who might have stoned me
with their silence, their condemnation,
all the reasons for hurling that first rock –
a rock of reproach, blame, denunciation…
sipping my tea, my mind reminds me
from where I have come –
the fear, the doubt, the angry shouts
of those who would convince me I’m unworthy
and – I agree…
I’m unworthy of all You’ve been to me –
my Savior, my Friend, my Light in the darkness
the reason I believe, whatever comes, whatever battles
I must face, I can still hear Your voice, the grace
dissolving all my tears, all my fears, all those years
of doubt and disillusion, utter confusion…
As I sip my herbal tea, the beauty of Your light
reflected in me as I breathe…
through the silent tear, through the breathless fear
assurance that You’re always here, always near
and I know Your forgiveness outweighs all my worries
Your love overshadows the shadow of doubt
Your grace makes a way through the shame
Your light is always offering me second chances,
A second chance, a chance to see
beneath the bitter, to the wonder, the gentle, the sweetness
of a love that will never leave me or forsake me,
a love that always makes a way for me,
a love that I’ve always prayed for,
a love that is Your gift to me
a love that is endless
a love that so tremendous
that I never stop praising –
because God, You’re so amazing!!!
I sip my herbal tea
and, between you and me
I see that there will always be
a hope that brings such sweet peace
a hope that is beyond reason
a hope that is brighter than the sun
it reveals just how love has assuredly won!
It's when aristocracy begins to feel like a mid-uphill battle
It's when the armageddon features evil on both sides
and,
the good are speculating from the auditorium
It's when a 10year old is ducking depleted uranium in Benghazi
It's the bicentennial brainwash that is rapidly depopulating the black community,
It's the fake pastors leading the blind
It's the bloodshed in Raqqa that features berserk jihadists
It's the human traffickings increasing the traffic on the offramp to hell
It's that uno blunder that results in millions bearing a thunder
It's the bogeyman in a tuxedo you voted for stealing away dreams that he sold you.
It's when your future is decided in a one page boustrophedon
It's the bushveld your forefathers were massacred for that you don't have the papers to occupy that continues enriching the man you're working for
Another piece of land sold!
It can't be a rainbow nation with a camouflaged sincerity shaking hands with the devil that's pleading for your votes momentarily
It's another puppet in the whitehouse raising hell and forfeiting heaven.
I had to analyze it properly to see who the "holy bible" really benefits
It's the difference between a peacekeeper and a peacemaker,
It takes peace being present to keep it but little children are starving and homeless because of an American airstrike claiming to fight terrorism that they birthed
It's being an illegal human being because that's the true definition of an African American,
It's the young teenager popping xanax for a deadbeat euphoria
It's the disintegrated city of Mosul and obliterated future for millions of infants
When evil is an obligation they program your mind into denying intuition
It's all about control!
It's an Mk ultra anniversary
It's the disinclination to grant you freedom
Because you can't be free if you aren't a free thinker
It's the trend they sponsor that further demoralizes the black youth that you see your idols promoting
It's the creative freedom you lose once you become a marketing plan.
It's the literature they don't promote the reason you think this is too long to read that actually educates you
I'm offering you this disillusion to share with those in the same dungeon of thought you just escaped from after reading this.
Peace!
God knows my heart - my every thought.
He knows when I pray, what I say...
Understands my ways... even those days...
When I don’t have the patience or praise.
God knows my heart - my soul and the part...
Of me that is hidden behind walls built by fear...
Walls of discouragement, disillusion and despair...
Walls that protect those feelings that make me vulnerable.
God knows my heart - even when I don’t...
Know how to put into words... the way that I hurt.
He reads between the lines when I write...
Understanding those feelings I don’t describe.
God knows my heart - the depths of my hopes...
He comforts me when I’m lost in disappointment...
Gives me encouragement and helps me to accomplish...
All those things that I might not believe I’m capable of.
God knows my heart - my inner demons and the battles I fight...
With sadness, anxiety, doubt and insecurity... all of the reasons...
I need second chances - new beginnings and restoration;
All the reasons I have for reaching beyond my own weakness’.
God knows my heart - even when I don’t believe I’m worthy...
He still comforts me when I hurt - heals the wounds and provides...
Everything I could have hoped for... more than I could have imagined...
Blessings beyond my expectations; Grace that abounds in the worst situations.
God knows my heart - welcomes me when my hope has been lost...
Helps me to believe in those dreams I might have given up on...
Leads me through the wrong choices, mistakes, the desperation...
Found in the place where flaws, faults and failures trap my faith.
God knows my heart - remembers my moments of enthusiasm and delight...
Even when I’ve lost sight, given up on finding the strength to use my insight...
Find my way past the penetrating pain - the scars that keep reminding me...
I have been through those disheartening days.
God knows my heart - and even when I’m wrong...
He welcomes me into the warmth of a serenity...
That can only be found in the arms of the Love that He gives so freely.
God knows my heart ... as He knows yours...
And I pray that He blesses you...
With Love that is forever and always,
Eternally...A part of you.
God Bless You!!!
This is my entry in “A true love -poem - Poetry Contest”
When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?
Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for a sanctuary.
Life can cause confusion;
seem somewhat an illusion;
when the mind only sees disillusion.
Upon the depths of despair;
placed upon the ledge of melancholy -
legs dangle, eyes stare into random space.
Absent thoughts have no demand,
yet the soul is insistent,
but, all that is seen is darkness;
charcoal horizons with no guiding stars,
with the moon obscured by dull smoke,
jaded eyes simply wonder why.
What has become of me?
I despise the voices controlling my head.
I'm afraid of the images they've created.
Who will save me from this ludicrous lucidity.
Can anyone prevent vicious vines from suffocating me?
Vertigo seduces the mind,
influencing it to leap - but it has no faith.
Below lies an endless void,
a collection of human delusions;
an abyss of crushed expectations.
Heaven's broken arrows rain down,
blood dripping with fragments of broken dreams.
A reminder of another false pledge -
the final episode of a heart's connection.
Flames of hell prepare to scorch me.
Sometimes growth is like a stream,
that has lost itself in an ocean.
No identity, misplaced and alienated,
so it dies a slow death.
A sigh can only become deceased,
when a heart does not beat.
So, why do so many die
when the water of existence is in your hands?
In the marketplace of life,
each merchant will give you a different price.
Some will try to sell you dreams,
others, goods on false pretences.
Be careful, not to give all your emotions
away to the first bidder;
life is an auction -
don't let the auctioneer play with your heart.
Sometimes love is an unpredictable enigma.
I'm tired of living around gambolling gambits,
who's games condemn a soul to suicide.
But, little do they know,
I am a master of self deprecating.
The greatest of all pretenders,
suffering from a poison mistake
that lives with me forever.
Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face
Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity,
A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase.
Alienation, fascination, cancellation, race-relation,
Seeking understanding, longing for a deeper connection.
Enduring, procuring, assuring, alluring,
In this journey of life, we keep pressing on in every direction..
Oh, the human experience, so vast yet inclusive,
In our hearts and in these words, so often abusive.
Love and loss, expanding happiness but at what cost
An ode to the souls whose hearts are dead in the frost
So now, let us dive into this mosaic of time,
As words entangle with rhythm, they dance and they rhyme.
In the footsteps of The Great Ezra Pound, we shall tread,
Exploring the depths of human nature and those things left unsaid.
Each line, a voice searching for meaning and light,
Encased in a prism...imprison our vision execution on site.
Fragmentation of what is acceptable become non-traditional forms,
Bring forth the essence of revolt and oppression to our culture decided before we were born.
Four beats, then three, alternating in sound,
Like the beating of hearts, a pulse can be found.
From stanzas to verses, the story unfolds,
As we delve into tales of the brave and the bold.
Love, oh love, the sweetest of all emotions,
Loss, a bitter pill, causing commotion.
Adventures untold, mysteries to be unraveled,
In this narrative poem, our souls are easily traveled.
With equal number of words per line, we play,
Crafting a symphony, calling words to obey.
Each phrase, carefully chosen and placed,
Leads us through journeys, with wonder and grace.
Culture, politics, and inhuman plight,
Are the threads that hold this poem fastened together so tight.
With fervent strokes, we paint scenes so grand,
A reflection of the world, where we all stand.
Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Love, loss, adventure, life’s grand illusion.
In this narrative poem, we embrace it all,
And now through four beats and three, we answer the call.
The blue horizons growing blacker by the momentIt is like fading away into nothingnessno place to go and no one comesThe future is smeared by raindrops from these bluesI would still be crying on the floor but angerwelled up changing it to something else Denying the deep pains release,trapped in a fiery red lie of discontentMeanwhile I anxiously await the blackened wing of deathOppressed with cheerless days or was it just one long dayI would still be crying but the dark confusion stealsa little more, as for the hurt, healing is not allowedWhile you limp upon your crutches,around and around Golgotha’s hillOnly looking into the fractured eye socket,for you cannot lift your head any higherWallowing in your self-loathing, as the thick mud dries and hardens,then clawing at the empty space, that lies in you bosom,without hope in a sad world of disillusionEmpty bottles break, as you sit on the cliffAlthough spiraling drunkenness never easesthe twilight or was it the dawn Then more troubles gather like vultures,to pick at your fragile skeleton of soulYou watch with utter horror,then with rotten jealously as they feedbut I would still be crying;I have too much to declare.
In the advent season we celebrate the new born king
the Son who was sent as a gift, a promise everlasting
and in spite of the darkness, our misery, and of our strife
our disillusion, disassociation and disenfranchisement with life
God made us a promise and a child was sent to us
and we only need to say His name it's Christ Jesus
If you try the Spirit, then go by the Spirit you will always find
that the power of God is omnipotent and omnipresent for all time
and whenever God gives you a word consider the situation done
for His word will always determine the final and ultimate outcome
it's the reason for the season, the birth of Our Savior
the Prince of Peace who was sent to modify our sinful behavior
so full of righteousness, mercy, grace and trust
and all you need to do is say the name Christ Jesus
Yet the one thing that mankind can't seem to comprehend
is that God operates on kyros time and not the chronos time of men
He's aware of all the troubles that we are going through
He knows that the adversary is always trying to tempt you
He sees all the darts and arrows that life at us has thrown
He desires that we learn we cannot do it all alone
for to wait is the pace that leads to God's grace
Our God is not a god who reigns from afar
He came in the flesh and His sign was a star
He reduced Himself and came to earth as a lowly servant
Emanuel was His name and His manner was most observant
God is now here and He dwells among us
just say His name it's Christ Jesus
There's power in that name when you shout it out
and whenever you call on Him, He will remove all of your doubts
He will lift you up whenever you're feeling down
He will place you on sacred and higher ground
His name will give you the power to be blessed
just say the name whenever you're feeling stressed
just say the name the name Jesus Christ
and allow the Holy Spirit into your life
Jehovah Jireh my provider, Jehovah Nissi my battle fighter
Jehovah Shalom my giver of peace, Jehovah Rophe my everlasting relief
JUST SAY THE NAME
This crap...back and fourth...hot and cold...in and out...Too screwed up to figure out
what this is all about.
I could scream and shout...but my love remains devout... to infinite amounts without
a doubt.
Stuck in the mud...of the grave that's been dug...few moments of peace within the
few snug hugs...then shaken away like the dust on throw rugs.
Long talks...long walks...tears cried...tears dried...over lies lied.
Too stubborn...too torn... two people with a lot of pride.
Happy...sad...anxious...mad...emotions up and down...like a roller coaster ride...but
still won't subside...because he's still the one and only I'm confident to confide...but
these days wanna run and hide...tired...but faithful...hopeful...in the decision I
myself can't decide.
So I wait...try to relate...often times debate...contemplate...wish...hope...it's not to
late...to start over with a clean slate...believe in that blind faith...for my family's
togetherness sake...I'm living a nightmare...but I am awake...can't tell between fact
and fiction...true loving feelings...or fake...Texas holdem...and my heart is at stake.
So much confusion...disillusion...over one conclusion...terrified of losing...the one
that I so long ago have chosen.
Optimistic...pessimistic...i love you...I hate you...your a dick.
Confliction causing friction...wanna change this situation into fiction.
Tomorrows a year...and nothing is clear...if I was an alcoholic I'd drown the sorrows
in a beer...but instead I'll deal with what’s been dealt...shedding the warmth of my
salty tears...take a look in the mirror...and clean up the mascara that's been
smeared.
But it is what it is...one day at a time...faith...hope...no reaching for the dope...to
help me cope...put down the rope.
Pray for the best...get past this test...find a way to give my mind and heart a
rest...give him peace and patience to rest his dome...and keep the faith in him to
find his...own...way back home...so neither of us ever gotta feel alone.
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