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PSALM 1: FOR MY CHILDREN
These minds are mine. Mine
to shape, mold and give control:
budding hopes in the furrows of time.
These fruits will bear new seeds
to sprout and meet our lingering needs.
Hope is a starving hunger seeking to be fed;
Faith awaits the reality of visions of the dead.
Lost dreams remain forever asunder;
never see the light nor hear the thunder.
You are those of whom the ancestors spoke;
You are those who will splinter the chocking yoke.
You will destroy forever the auction block.
You will be the new leaders of the wandering flock.
You will be those who will take us over the mountain top.
Water takes any and many shapes,
in a glass, bowl, pot, vase, tub, sink,
swimming pool. Fruits such as grapes,
plums, melons, left they dry and shrink.
Your body is made up to sixty percent
of water. Water is transparent, tasteless,
odorless, the matter of seventy-one percent
of which the earth is made. Water, made into
steam, water vapor, and begins to fade.
It comes in the form of rain, fog,
its solid-state ice and snow.
A natural flowing watercourse on land,
usually freshwater river. Flowing towards
an ocean, sea, lake or another river.
In some cases, a river flows into the ground
and becomes dry at the end of its course.
6/23/2021
Today, I see my brisk, cold breath, a shadow in front of my face, as I slowly come to terms with the fact that our summer season is leaving without a trace. The summer fruits are losing their taste and beginning to wither, no longer juicy and sweet, but only bitter.
The watermelon has lost its sweetness, I so desire.
I will have to consider the idea of completely changing my attire.
I’ll wave farewell to the warm beaches and sun-kissed skin.
I’ll soon be back to my porcelain complexion once again
So long to the hyper focus of wanting to be thin
Adieu to the crop tops and dresses breezing through the wind.
Sitting back and soaking in each warm day till our summer comes to an end.
I won’t be dancing around the sunflowers that have so gracefully bloomed time and time again.
They’ve made their presence known, stocky and green, towering over me with their heavy leaves and prickly spines
They are so divine with vibrant yellow petals that shine like the sun.
Growing in rows one by one
Bobbing and weaving through the fields, I could capture photos
and smile with each one surrounded by its rich brown centers filled with seeds
How they fill my heart with so much glee
My grandma passed two summers ago, and every sunflower is a reminder of her presence that softens my sorrow. through every flower that blooms, there's a warmth in my heart that I consume
A loving symbol through nature, my grandma’s always here
I’ll miss the flowers in bloom illuminated through the windows in my room.
The gloomy days are coming soon
The leaves will begin to fall, raining from the trees, green and tall
Our leaves will cover the ground and turn a burnt orange and brown
Tree branches will be bare like a lady without any hair.
The sandals will rest on my shelf
collecting dust till the next warm season comes through
I’ll soon find fleece sweaters for myself
Thick wool socks and long pants, too.
The sky will turn a deep, dark hue of blue
Rain will thunder down
Lightning will pierce the sky and
Summer will soon have to say goodbye.
I will send kisses to the sky till we meet again
Goodbye, Summer, my old friend.
It is the longest night.
We tread gently through the wood,
Feather moss and beech leaves
Amber soft under foot
Dampen and muffle the rustle of our winter coats.
There's a snap of the twig
And a flutter of woodpigeons lift,
As if applauding the return of the sun.
We watched them fly
Through the crackled glaze of bare branches -
“As our lanterns burn bright,
Our feet seek safe ground.”
We bow low to the Holly,
King of the winter,
Bejewelled with berries and crowned in thorns,
Hosting a chiming of wrens,
Who herald our journeying
In bursts of sing-song -
“Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Onward through the valley
We step into the footprints of darklings,
Deer, fox and badger.
Cross pilgrim paths where flints glint,
As if iridescent tiny tombstones
For the butterflies and dragonflies of summers long passed.
“Our lanterns shine bright,
Our feet find safe ground,
We walk without fear
In the dark all around.”
At the heart of the wood
We gather near the great oak,
And together we light a fire.
Watch as ribbons of flame
Caught from flashes of sparks,
Illuminate our faces in the cinder glow of midwinter.
Alongside us, pixie-cup lichens wassail a promise of spring
An oath as unbreakable as our human cups of plastic and tin.
With mulled apples, honeyed and spiced
We welcome light in.
Feast upon pastries of fruits in a marzipan of delights.
Feeling blessed with good cheer,
We start the new year.
Driving home in the car,
From the road I see stars of wonder.
I see trees a-glisten with tinsel.
Windows lit golden under twinkling eaves.
I am sure I can hear, and the wind whispers, “listen”
As I opened the door,
An echo once more, held soft in the still of night –
“May your light shine bright,
May your feet walk safe ground,
May you seek without fear,
May you like what you found.
Stay near to each other,
Offer comfort and cheer,
Come back to the woods,
Each solstice, each year.”
When thou carries the world, the totality of all sorrows
And when you bemoan thy fall that makes you hide thy face within the native hurt- a shadow of death .
Taste ! Feel and See! Shout it out in a loud voice
The door of thy comforter opens for victory
To feeding your hungry soul and freedom to those that are car caned in chain of thick darkness
Here comes the spirit: of truth, of light and of hope
Walk in the spirit and thou shall acquire its fruits
A fruitless tree shall be brought down while a fruitful one to the vine
Hanging on its branches, the fruit shall tells
If thy branch be good or bad
The spirit comes to His own
By the way of the sea, the home of gentiles
Telling us some things we need to do.
He brought us LOVE from the springing sod. JOY and KINDNESS unto the gentle soul GIFTS
And He utters “PEACE UPON THE EARTH”
The broccolis in the forest,
Which make air to breathe,
They show their green feathers
That stem out of their sheath.
Fruits in our appetizers
Fragrance from their flowers
They work for our best
In how they influence showers.
Although their help is immense
We still cut them down.
We burn them for our fireplaces
And they continue to frown.
Soil erodes from places
As floods come sweeping in.
If we don't use common sense
Our end will be seen.
As always has existed
There is a solution to this.
We shouldn’t cut them down
But should plant more of these.
We should treat them as our own
For they are kind and giving.
Let’s all get unified
To get the broccolis smiling.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom coming from His Word!
That’s His knowledge established by immutable record…
…Which strengthens our faith along His divine sword
As we gain from His prudence to persevere by truth’s ford.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom exalting His name!
That’s His glory magnified midst heavenly fame…
…Which upholds our salvation upon His assurance-frame
As we testify about His greatness while sharing Gospel’s flame.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom asserting His holiness!
That’s His perfection affirmed through sanctifying righteousness…
…Which corrects our attitudes by His merciful forgiveness
As we profit from His reproofs and learn discipline’s effectiveness.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom commending His compassion!
That’s His goodness exercised by loving action…
…Which transforms our personalities according to His patient instruction
As we thank His kindness midst redemption’s satisfaction.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom declaring His majesty!
That’s His power beautified around eternal sovereignty…
…Which humbles our minds to submit to His omnipotent authority
As we trust His guidance, acknowledging His security’s certainty.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom granting His blessing!
That’s His provision stored along timely promising…
…Which gladdens our hearts in revival-rejoicing
As we abide in His presence, worshipping; His name praising.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom honouring His leadership!
That’s His kingdom-work set upon offered partnership…
…Which enables our dedication to bear fruits in faithful workmanship
As we labour in His vineyard, serving thru stewardship’s relationship.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
June 10, 2019
In this maelstrom of thoughts, I find myself enchanted by the essence of matter,
In love with its most refined bloomings—oceans, forests, and mountain streams,
It gives me shape and form, a home, a place where my consciousness can live a life,
From which I've grown, like a tree from the fertile soil of tangible existence.
I am amazed by its composition, in love with colors, fragrances, and sounds,
By the touch of warm skin and the sweet taste of freshly picked fruits,
All is matter, a source of pleasure and joy, but also of equal suffering,
Through loss and pain, a perpetual dance between ecstasy and agony.
But what is matter when reduced to its essence? Simple particles that can be scattered,
Decomposed into ghostly spirals—am I that, a quantum equation at my core?
Or is it the gift of a Creator, substance born from the act of a conscious mind,
Eternal in a mysterious way, an enigma tearing my soul with unanswered questions?
And so I find myself by the beloved river, absorbing the last light of day,
Filled with hope and doubt, I watch this beautiful world slowly slip,
Wondering if this is all there is and nothing more,
Or if I will awaken from this dream, as I might have done in so many past lives?
In the flow of my consciousness, thoughts swirl like leaves in the wind,
Matter and spirit entwine in a cosmic dance, and I am the silent witness,
Watching as the universe unfolds before my eyes, a grand spectacle,
Of particles and energies, of dreams and realities, of the ephemeral and the eternal.
I am a part of everything, and everything is a part of me, in a mysterious union,
Matter defines and limits me, but my spirit yearns for the infinite,
In this great dilemma of existence, I lose and find myself with every breath,
A dance of consciousness in the ocean of matter, an unwritten poem of the expanding universe.
a day will come
when all my anguish
will vanish
and my sadness
turn into happiness
free from the whips and chains
which feeds me with pains
far will i be
from the land
of hatred and jealousy
from the life which inflict me
with emotional agony
and cloths my path
with tragedies and mysteries
lay me a bed of cruelty
but a day will come
when time will look
at me with sympathy
when life will smile at me
for success will be my lover
and failure my enemy
a clean spirit
do not have a place in hell
for heaven is the place he dwells
so poverty i wish you farewell
because am departing from hell
and heaven is my next destination
away from the discrimination
and the intimidation
when that day comes
my night will turn to a day
and the sunshine
will make me a hay
i will enjoy the fruits
of my labor
have happiness every dinner
for i have reached the land
where joy is divine
and all that is beauty
now is mine
wonderful thought seducing me
to my prosperity
for birds only fly
and that is their destiny
i am a mansion
built with wisdom
and furnished with freedom
the doors of my heart
opened to the future
and my hunted past gone forever
escaped from the land of fear
i now live where
life is very fair
conquered the psychological welfare
in my struggle
have i learnt something
nothing can compare
i don't walk with hate
but now walk with faith
Giving in to desires dreams of butterflies,
Dancing to internal rhythms pulsing beat,
Finding Heaven's scent, devils delight, sighs;
Wanting temptations forbidden fruits heat.
Come to where butterflies desires go to kiss,
On wings that whisper of earthly tones,
Carried to heights of sublime bliss;
While butterflies whisper orgasmic moans.
Plunging deeper, coaxing french vanilla cream,
Eyes wide open drinking in butterfly dew,
Giving in to butterflies secret desires to dream;
Devouring ambrosial butterfly nectar anew.
Trembling beneath each stroke of butterfly wings,
Release struggling to cascade in brilliant form,
Tender hushed whispers, as the heart sings;
Caught off guard during a butterfly storm.