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I'm here to take the lower approach
To what I was ordained to coach.
I'm no Preacher,
But He did put me here to teach you.
I'm not inveighing;
I'm just saying
That the only way through life is by praying.
Everyone seems to want to be a sinful conformer,
While the depths of hell get fuller and warmer.
Death and time, still succeeding the former.
See I'm a Poet
And as a person who does believe,
I perceive what others have forgotten to see.
Prosecuted not by we,
But by the persons my ancestors plotted to be.
And now I find myself trying
To figure out why you'll think I'm lying
When I reveal that what is born today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
I've seen many "joyous" christians
Everyday on thier knees crying.
Repentant of the sins Flesh had them denying.
Unwilling to make the bed
They chose to lie in.
Well predict your life on what your perceptions have been prying.
Forgetful of the One who can take
The dreariest,
Weariest,
Rainy, that drains me
Weather
And turn it into something
Sunny,
Bright,
And lovely
To make things better.
Kinda like unchanging youth
Resting on the skin like morning dew.
Now don't prosecute me for my truthful depiction.
Grinning at me with an afflicted conviction.
I'm just tryna pull you in my direction
And get you ready for the next resurrection.
Cause there will be one
Right under the blue sky:
The return of the Son!
And I can't wait.
Fate...is what Faith...is real
That crucifix around ya neck,
That's not the real deal.
It might be real steel,
But it didn't bless you with that real good meal
You ate last night.
Look at it like this:
People subdue to materialism
Thru a metaphysical way of
Praising Him.
But a faithful Christian gets blessed
Despite of "we," "she," "her," and "them"
Because in His word, He stressed:
"Blessed is the man that walks not in
the cousel of the ungodly, nor stands in
the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of
the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord"
And that is blessed.
Read the book of Psalms if you need to hear the rest.
I'm not disdaining any reproach,
Like I warned you before,
I'm only here to coach
With the soul purpose to reproach,
Your processes with the lessons
And confessions
My Father had laid upon me
With CAREFUL discretion.
So to you from me:
Be Blessed, Be Faithful, and Be Ready
Wet blades of freshly clipped grass stick to my feet as I make my way through the dark to the pair of arms that are my home.
The very essence of my being swells with warmth as I enter the magnetic field that surrounds you, continuously drawing me in as my mind is now at ease. This is where I’m supposed to be.
As our souls collide with the slightest contact my anguish dissipates into a thousand particles released high into the sky, a sensation unattainable via any other means.
The realization of what it means to be alive radiates onto my body like the first warming rays of spring emerging after the dreariest winter.
Some may say this is the most potent drug I have ever come to know—as addiction and the corresponding withdrawal symptoms are immediate and all consuming.
Only I’ve never been as sober as the moments I am home—in these arms that provide my own with strength when they become weak, the arms that shelter me when I’m filled with fear, the arms that are my guidance to everything that I’ve ever wanted to be.
We are naïvely unaware of which parts of ourselves are incomplete until we have gradually combined with another as one, and then post-discovery we will never be able to forget.
My body and mind perpetually yearn to be within the realm of your own long after the pieces of you that fit into the cracks of my essence like putty are removed.
Thus my wounds remain exposed for far longer than I knew was possible as a girl filled with holes attempts to live, at best survive, in these series of houses that are not a home.
They are not your arms.
The dead shells of my nightmares will not stay buried.
The plastic delights of plastic idols haunt my belief.
Long shadows crawl too quick from the windows,
And I find all those quaint little candles hard to light.
Treading on broken sticks are memoirs of my youth.
Rolling grey clouds are demanding of time and titles.
Carving out granite blocks to prove my monument,
And loathsome gold is the dreariest of discussions.
The breeze holds my solace and my center,
As it combs through the gardenias and pines.
Awkward stones in my pocket; awkward stones in my head.
I wish the breeze would oblige to take them all away.
Right here, in this hand, is the greatest of all hopes,
But there are weeds in the garden in need of pulling.
Most are piled, but those that remain, are stout,
Reminding me so clearly of the dust from which I came.
Slaying the child of me and looking to the pedestal,
Ousting the evil spirits and purifying the water,
Feeling the grist of a turbid though preparatory path,
I am tempted to hold the soft close and rest, but this will not do!
The dalliance of a rose in moonlight, looks to me.
I must not look away. I must stay to the trees,
As my beloved ancestors who sang the sun in flight.
I will know that there is no convincing, only knowing.
I will hold my clutch of awkward stones to the heavens,
So that no ill is hatched and pray the breeze take them.
“Divine wind hold me now, for your love will free me!
The cascade of events is the triumph of one heart made whole!”
World without any light succumbed to rampant evil,
why do good things lay under the dreariest shadows?
Only the righteous ones
don't take to heart all the woes and the injustices
caused by cruel hearts:
thoughts are pointed arrows that can be lethal!
Not many love our immense universe
that is plagued with much violence,
missiles destroy cities, kill thousands:
kids become orphans mourning mothers!
World without any light, seek the superb brilliance
of a serene sunrise and admire its magnificence!
World without light, don't bear another darkness:
break away and find enlightenment in words!
Nations start wars to steal someone' else resources,
it's gain, it's vanity and these are belligerent demons
won't rest until they have stolen all stones and gold
to impoverish that country; soldiers must obey rules!
World without any light, escape from Hell now;
restore the lost faith, not the common belief!
Don't be controlled by doubt, spare useless grief;
be redeemed by grace, don't be a victim of sorrow!
Leaders are seldom peaceful, but often too vengeful;
watch Moses break up the Tablets and condemns the idolaters:
he could be me, who hates the despicable so shameless,
whipping the drunken, the fornicators and the laughing fools!
This is the only way I can see fit and
I want to say everything that has been
Blossoming inside for far too long
But the words seem futile and much too common
I could simply quote eternal lore
But I want to believe you already know every thought
Tell me nothing, tell me everything
You have destroyed the feline door to my soul
My neurotic nature craves your constant calmness
You are like
The song that is trapped in my head
The dream I refuse to wake up from
The caffeine to my dreariest days
The nicotine to my stressful madness
It is ironic how I simply cannot paint with words
All the feelings you awake inside
My hair, my shirt and my bed
Still entrench your sweet sent
You may not be my gallant knight in shinning armor
I may not be your dreamy damsel in distress
But who believes in fairy tales anyway
And our reality is better in every way
I have a knack with my weird ways
To amuse you, to disgust you, to intrigue you
My exotic nature makes you doubt my whimsical logic
But you cannot deny it dude, we are so right together
Immature or much too smart to take life seriously
You make every moment pleasurably immortal
And every second apart painfully immeasurable
And by the way, szeretlek
Form:
My Love for HER by Kenny Davis
My love for HER
Runs deeper than the many depths of the ocean
The thought of holding HER in my arms
Has me swept up with emotion
My love for HER
For me, makes HER more than a mere token
Much more than a mere prize to be won
More than mere words can be spoken
My love for HER
Runs over like water of the fountain
For HER, I’d cross the widest river
Or climb the tallest mountain
My love for HER
Has warmed my heart, when it was frozen
That why SHE indeed is
The one I have chosen
My love for HER
Crosses time, it lasts much longer
For with each day that passes
My love for HER grows stronger
My love for HER
Allows my spirit to sing
My love for HER is richer than
That of the treasures of the wealthiest of kings
My love for HER
Shelters me from the dreariest of storms
For my love for HER burns like a fire
Keeping my beating heart warm.
My love for HER is
Worth more than its weight in gold
Piercing the very core of my being
Illuminating the very essence of my soul
My love for HER
Runs far beyond measure
For it is indeed my love for HER
That my heart shall forever timely treasure.
© November 2010 k.davis
Form:
There's a lovely wind out here,
and it blows aspirations of what we dream
Hello! Lemon sour suns, basking in the ray
With friends of "special friends" plus the
Benefit of just feeling
What is the touch by laughter that tingles my spine
On all sides it's fun to play both
Especially when the memories of yesterday
Makes many fear, where be the rain?
Clouds linger around into the warm chessnut house we'll run
Snuggled to keep what's out from in here
Silence......because many is so lost with words
Be still my child, for even the dreariest storms blow away
In this house we shall rise, to sit back again
Amongst "friends"
But I'm so confident in life, even my enemies can dine
Feast on morality and kindness once a while
There's a lovely wind out there
It blows in bloom this life
Fragrented by the aroma of us
Yes, the lucky ones we call human
To watch and help this delicate flower grow
Back out the door,"Hello my pucker tasted friend
My sun, my son, my daughter
Come my children it's time to go outside and play again"
How would anyone deal with depressive loneliness
when even the dreariest thoughts allow great fear?
Hiding in that lonely world seems right for some,
having nothing is giving up everything even love;
choose joy or pain, dance alone or drink a beer:
see others indulge in happiness, refill your glass!
How useless is believing in miracles,
they only happen to the lucky ones;
anyone showing that hopeless mood
can't achieve any goal feeling brood!
I have often delt with loneliness overwhelmed by distress:
wasn't I smiling when all was quickly tumbling down,
keeping it to myself, laughing harder than a clown?
Don't hold anything inside, reach out and confide in others!
I envied anyone who had someone to live for, to laugh with?
Wasn't it too wrong to be denied the right to love and smile?
Was I kept from many wishes staring at stars and not wish on one?
Who believes that we are chosen by fate to be marthyrs from birth?
I lift through the pages of this album
and fly back to the times long gone,
recalling times and hearing echoes
of yesteryears that had faded away.
I see the images of a boyhood friend
foolishly making faces at the camera,
wearing that trademark irritating grin
pasted on his dark, handsome face.
I hear the laughter of that funny man
who could enliven the dreariest day,
whose zest for living knew no equal
that made him such a good company.
A levelheaded man that buddy of mine,
not once I saw him succumb to anger;
his formula I tried so hard to figure out,
maybe his zodiac? but we're both Virgo!
My friend passed on while I was away,
nary a chance to bid him a last goodbye;
it is just as well so I may remember him
only from the pages of this photo album
than look at him, cold and stiff, in a box.
When you see there's nothing left
May you still do what is right
And not focus on yourself
But on what others might
May pure be your du jour
In all you hope to find
And love the only cure
On which you spend your time
May your cup always be full
As you're sipping from your dreams
And your highs never run low
In the promises life keeps
May the sun come out and shine
On your dreariest of days
And blessings always find
The place your head is laid
I pray you always feel at home
Wherever you may go
And all the joy you find
Never leaves you alone
May you always have a smile
One that really counts
Showing off your beauty
From the inside out
May this all apply to you
Be it old or be it new
And may these blessings always hold you tight
In what ever you go through