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LOVE
A feeling like no other
An essence that is unmatched
Love is like a potion...
To sip of it would be equivalent to consuming 1000 bottles of ecstacy
Love flies in unexpectedly
Like a beautiful phoenix ...
Perched on the windowsill of ones heart
Love arises a passion...
A passion that burns deep within ones soul
It ignites a fire that cannot be extinguished
A fire that burns effortlessly
Love is like a spell...
A spell that renders ones soul helpless
In the spell of love ...
Ones heart becomes a prisoner to its effect
Love is such my friend ...
It cannot be explained by mere words
For it surpasses all understanding
Which our minds cannot fathom...
By
LEAH JADE
Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her.
These would be her last thoughts to Milt ~
Gone is the glint of your smile and poetic words
No longer will they glow on your poetry pages
How cruel was the fate of your mortal existence
that wounded my heart without scarring the flesh
In mourning am I that your last breath was taken
before I could whisper, "fond adieu and farewell"
Your life has dimmed, embers burned to ashes
Tears flow for your spark, extinguished in the dark
You live in the echoes of my treasured memories
but never to fray like unraveling loose threads
My fingers tremble with ardent emotion as I write,
Forever you will remain imprinted upon my heart
And when I hear the call of a meadowlark's trill
I will smile and imagine that you are still here
*Thank you, Tania, for using Milt's meadowlark quote on
your poem, 'A Heavenly Rest in Peace. 'It helped me find
the perfect final line for my thoughts.
The mirror reflected her face, pained with
Hate and self-loathing
Rueing her actions from the night before
On waking to find herself naked, lying beside him
Under the influence of alcohol, she had
Given in and made love to him, now, she chastised
Herself for letting him make his move
There had once been a time, when
His touch was all she desired, but that fire had been
Extinguished many years ago
Love had disappeared in an instant
Once he had started playing his game and his
Omnipotence had came to the fore,
King had taken Queen
In his opening play and he’d taken control
Now he was on the offensive again and
Giving herself to him, had gained him the upper hand
Gathering her resolve, she put aside her
Lamentations and regrets, closing her door silently
As he lay quietly, still deep in sleep;
She stepped into the shower, the water removing all trace of him as
She contemplated her next strategic, defensive move.
Beseech the Lord, for revelations, let Him equipe
You for spiritual battle; for unrest it is lapping at our feet.'
Perversion is rife, sin is advertized broadly.. And what
Does revelations ch 13 v 7 explain.' For those who say
What can we do..? Does it say the beast makes peace
With you? Or you with him.? I think rather not ? So what
Is your answer? Is it yes and amen ? to the Lord of
Hosts' for if you have read that scripture that describes
Christians ' actions then read further to revelations ch 15
Verses 1 to 2.. What are your thoughts,.? Who is this
Who makes it so very plain? 'Who else indeed.? As
God lives surely satan will die, his spirit extinguished
Glory Glory Glory.. Praise Him call upon His name.'
TikTok, the new harbinger of sin,
Trends promoting vandalism within.
Bathrooms defiled, decency abandoned,
In the name of likes, morality to bend.
In the name of body image, abortions justified,
Innocent lives extinguished, under the banner of women's rights.
Laws claiming protection, now wielded as a knife,
Becoming a weapon against the lives it should serve.
In the name of fame and riches, deals made,
Love proclaimed, yet atrocities laid.
In the name of God, churches tyrant-like,
Preaching prosperity, as if Jesus sought wealth's spike.
In the name of beauty, surgeries unfold,
Young girls alter bodies, a story untold.
As if God made mistakes in His creation,
A defiance of divine design, a false fixation.
In the name of knowledge, forbidden knowing gained,
Sacred boundaries crossed, wisdom profaned.
In the name of money and power, nations collide,
Killing each other, as if life's a commodity to decide.
Crimes, racism, and rape,
Just to name a Few
Violence Against Christians, a war to reshape.
And yet, in God we trust, they dare profess,
What God is this, with such moral regress?
Tell me, people, tell me, world so wide,
What God is this, where sins abide?
For the God I know rejects abomination,
Leading astray, they say love, I say lust, a stark revelation.
I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds,
But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence,
Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams,
Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us.
The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen burden,
The cursed twin of society's expectations, a deceptive mask,
Hiding under the skin of the refined, a snake with golden feathers,
Voices that freeze your blood, yet are sweetened with honey,
Polished with the butter of appearances so you won’t see the wolf behind them.
Oh, the world is full of horrors, why seek them in distant lands?
When here, in our hearts, shadows dance, and the sky darkens,
Why search for monsters afar, when we carry them hidden beneath our skin?
Our world is a theater of shattered dreams, curtains of silence,
A place where fear takes deep root, and courage becomes a memory,
Where smiles are wax masks, melting under the warmth of truth,
Why venture into the unknown when horrors haunt us here?
For beneath every closed eyelid, beneath every sigh and breath,
Lies a realm of shadows, of illusions, and extinguished hopes,
And in a world where every step is the echo of a silent scream,
Why leave what we know to seek something else?
Merely Choices
Millions of hugs and millions of kisses are missing
So too those glorious days for reminiscing
Too many balls and too many dolls never played with
Sixty million laughing voices, silenced as merely choices
We now ride with young Willie McBride
But you will never sit at our graveside
For us there are no white crosses, no names upon a wall
No one’s even heard our voices, we are gone as merely choices
No glory, no honor, no eternal flame
No laughing, no crying, no chance at a game
Our demise rationalized as a right
Since we had not a voice, we were extinguished as merely a choice
But we are a living heavenly chorus
Singing out that you might not ignore us
We were butchered on an alter deemed progress
Sixty million silent voices, sacrificed as merely choices
''Although only breath,words which I command are immortal''-Sappho, The Lover of Lesbos
The Lover's Lane Sermon. Uncensored Version
Klevahs jive with hollow echoes,streets glow like fake scenes,
Slaap Jans parade as greatness,hollow hearts clap along,
Pleasure devours the thoughtful,noise replaces silence-
We are caught flat-footed in limbo.
They worship nyaope,ignore the forge of truth,
Truth bending Influencers preach, Vloggers sermonize,
Top shayelas reigns and the meek pretend wisdom-
The Springbok sees the deceit.
Tomorrow will mock them,their children inherit shadows,
Malls,taxi ranks,hearts unsung,flames extinguished,
The music of courage lost,echoes fading in skyscrapers-
Regret will stalk their lives
I lament the death of song,ink drowned in apathy
Lover's letters lost in feeds,silenced,poems scrolled away
Wisdom left unread,memory hollowed by light-
The Secretary Bird mourns alone
Leaders smirk from gilded chairs,blind to justice,
Corruption glitters, where virtue once held sway,
Yet look to the ancients: Suzman,Blackman,Harmse
Mothers of wisdom guide the lost.
Return to fire,not fashion,return to song,not slogan
Seek beauty in duty,love as flame,not fleeting-
Let truth rise,let courage blaze anew,
Flames heal-if we risk the blaze.
Guide to The Uncensored Lover's Lane Sermon:
In your reading of this fragment be guided like this
Stanza 1- The Eternal Blaze
Stanza 2: The Falsehoods
Stanza 3: What moderns will regret
Stanza 4: What Sappho herself regrets
Stanza 5:Flawed leadership/Moral regeneration
Stanza 6: The solution to all of mankind's problems
Beautiful friends of Sappho:
Suzman: Helen Suzman
Blackman: Molly Blackman
Harmse:Hellena Susana Harmse
Click languages terms:
Kaas-The lokasie,the kasie,the location,the township.All places where black South African live
klevahs-the wise guys
Slaap Jan-A know-nothing
top shayelas-the high living
nyaope-drugs
tounship-township
A heart of stone left to drown
Floats as light in dark
Waves deliver to screaming winds
Upon the sandy shore
Babes of dark, line the edge
Changed beyond belief
North winds sweep the sand away
My soul within a nimbus flies
Chasing dark to day
Oh alone, alone am I
Within this liar's den
Two hundred million and 40 thieves
Chipped away a wall of stone
This mask I made to wear
Crack it won’t, I hope to bear
The weight of world's aligned
As light broke darkness
The darkness breaks my light
Scattered pieces of my heart
Which star left to follow
In spite, the rock was torn to shreds
Left alone on haunted shores
As fog rolls in, my mind controlled
The daemons in me call
A magnet for the darkness
The silver of the moon
Marked am I with webs of sorrow
Mirrors of their maker
Scarred am I with memories
Left as time goes on
A bullet through the heart
Death as swift as life
My dawn is now my dusk
My head can only rise
Rage abounds through odyssey
As I too fall like Troy
Burning oil to stave them off
I hear the daemons call
As lively as the walking dead
I heed their whispered cry
The raven follows overhead
Quoting never more
No more am I lost or found
No more am I no one
Lost among iniquity
Sold my soul for traitors
A stab to the back, slicing legs and wrists
My blades first kiss
As black as white
Stoking fire beneath my skin
Extinguished by the floods
Trailing tattoos of morbid red
A melancholy smile
A little mandrake in my blood
To slow a human heart
The wind it whistles through my veins
Ice a cautery
Cold am I to touch
The fire within me burns
Blank my face remains
Strong against the raging tides
Angry clouds they fight
Strong against the whole damn world
Fight but never flight
For iron is in the water
Currents drawn to me
None can hold me back
My head can never rise
Electromagnetic Radiation
Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom to
have seen, to believe could become a reality some day.
You were / are the Angel that held the light of my essence
in the palm of Your, hand, so gentle yet strong.
I am so SORRY that I sentenced to death, to the grave,
that flame of hope – that in my stupidity had extinguished.
The Mist in Decay
Into the quagmire of, into the swampy dregs of
aloneness have I relegated my soul, my spirit –
to become trapped inside a forest of putrefying
driftwood images – lost forever the potential
for love from, or to love and have that love be desired.
Love is now left to rot, in the black arms of Hell’s
icy embrace ( forever and a day ) because of my lack
of wisdom, my lack of faith – in myself, my desirability –
in your motives, your reasons for keeping me at bay,
for continually pushing me away.
I am so SORRY Moneca, for my lack of wisdom,
for my lack of faith in any kind of future,
in were you stated you wanted to go with me,
in my blindness, my stupidity, my ineptness,
my perceived / projected insecurities.
I am SORRY that in my stupidity, I believed
that what you constantly conveyed to me
throughout our time together
- expressed verbally and in your physical reactions
to my attempts at expressing affection for you –
would not be seen through the veil of blind love .
I am SORRY that I believed in what you said to me,
what I thought was a truth, was a reality, was my fate.
I am SORRY !, I am sorry that I could not see,
would not see, did not see.
Love
Bill .
B. J. “A” 2
October 6th 2007