Long Heard Poems
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i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover
once upon a time i was a lonely soul yearning for any type of communication
i remember the footprints in the dust at every corner that had the scent of stale talcum powder
i remember the cable fluctuating between being off and on every other another
i remember listening to my old walkman under a few layers of cover when the power was cut off on a very cold day in winter
i recall sitting in the dark of my dusty, cobwebbed apartment letting the streetlight conceal the truth of my loneliness
i recall the draft coming into the screen in the living room and becoming painfully dizzy from daydreaming
i heard creaks on the stair steps and crackling in the walls
even introverted the darkness has a thousand eyes to truly see
even in hiding i cannot hide the from the strong stance stare of the obvious
knowing this, i decide to take a chance to makes bells ring like the freedom flapping of each wing....
....i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover....
Let’s continue in our faith*, having been rescued from hell's damnation
…secured within God’s redemption, verily gracious
…feasting in His eternal salvation’s assurance peaceful joy
…loving Him with devotion’s utmost.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been granted with divine inheritance
…guided by the Lord’s omniscient wisdom
…dwelling in His plan enriched with virtues
…showing sincere repentance from carnal succumbing.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been cleansed from sins’ filthiness
…sanctified by the Holy Spirit’s purging
…beseeching His pardon in our earnest confession
…pursuing after holiness’ fervour.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been called to divine stewardship
…molded through the perfecting workmanship of the Creator
…walking along the Saviour’s righteousness
…worshipping with our thanksgiving sacrifice.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been freed from vain religiosity
…guarded with the immutable and infallible Word
…trusting His promises, conquering falsity and doubt
…standing on the authority of the Almighty Sovereign.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been chosen to work for Christ’s glory
…empowered by His victorious triumph
…involving in His purpose of spreading the Gospel
…bearing fruits in His church ministry pursuits.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been abased from pride’s height
…led toward the Master’s perfect will, wondrously delightful
…seeking His presence in our desire to be Christ-like
…reflecting His light, radiantly shining.
*Colossians 1:23 …Continue in the faith grounded and settled, and be not moved away from the hope of the gospel, which ye have heard, and which was preached to every creature which is under heaven…
February 23, 2020
There was to be a realignment of time;
A time to be freed from the ties that bind.
Many things were both 'in and out' of line.
There was a top secret of the most divine kind,
and no one heard it through the grapevines.
No mortal knew the details of God's grand design.
Who would pay the penalty for the greatest crime?
Did mortals think they could stop the sunshine?
Did the devil rejoice as his demons dined?
He came into a world that was in deep decline.
The concept of love was to be totally redefined.
In due course, there would be no doubt, no denying.
By believing in Christ mankind would cease from dying.
There was a miracle that turned water into wine.
It would not matter what was written on a sign.
Millions over time would change their minds.
None would be hanging from the end of a rope.
The most hopeless would be infused with hope.
All could be free and no one needed to be left behind.
While going away from you these thoughts came impromptu
I love you my lovely chicku
Your purity and purity of holy fire are akin
You are the most cute and innocent face I have ever seen
I can listen to your jabbering gibberish more attentively than any discourse
You are my happiness's unfathomed source
From now on I will breathe in two bodies
One is mine and another is yours
In stories I have heard that some wizard had her life in a parrot,
but my life is in you
I love you my lovely chicku
I am a poet
I can untangle the most sophisticated subjects without destroying its efficacy,
but I am unable to understand the analogy of this bonding and intricacy per se
For which all words are insufficient Going away from you means- Subterranean trickling tears, pangs in heart, an uneasiness ineffable.
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Son of the night
Remember my days with a light
Cos There is no hell for my soul
I know my kind are uncommon
So your opinion about my life matter less
I live my dreams even in my dark days
My life has it's tales of survival
I sing for love on the dark night
I chant for peace on nights of destruction
I opened the doors of loves
On the night of hates
I heard the cries of the innocent
Then my pen bleed on the nights of grieve
I refuse to run away from my night
So the spirit of the night keep revealing
The secret of dooms
Behind the closed door the night is dark
So remember my days with a light
Cos in through this long night
My soul deserves a safe heaven unknown
I know my kind is uncommon I am the
Son of the night
A winter wish is like a kiss upon a virgin cheek
it softly woos with words like jewels that brightly shine and speak
and all around its song resounds in notes of pure delight
its message rings and slowly brings a weary heart to flight.
What are these words, such blessed words, that underscore the season?
From long lost times, an ancient sign, that went beyond all reason?
A Light came down, bowed to the ground, a quiet hush, a swoon
as lowly shepherds heard the news, angels sang their sacred tunes.
A Child was born, of humble means, into a lowly manger
was sent forth from the heart of God, to save mankind from danger.
Oh, Savior mine, for all humankind, Christ freed us from our sins
the truest Love, given from above, new life is found in Him.
And so, my friend, my winter wish is truly, simply this
that you would know the love of God and live in everlasting bliss.
Written on 12/11/2021
There is a little bit of magic in my morning walk…in all the miles I’ve amassed.
It’s where my present meets my future as I step out of my past.
Looking back I cannot change the path I took…that is plain to see
but where I step into the future…that is totally up to me.
For that is the glory of a new day…that’s what my morning walk is all about…I can choose to do things differently…I can take a different route.
I could choose to walk the same path, write my poems and rhyme my words…or I could choose to leave my poetry behind and just listen to the birds.
To immerse myself into the music of the morning…letting it seep into every pore.
How often when I’ve done this have I discovered sounds I’d never heard before?
Or I could take a different path completely…one I’d never walked before…a different street, a different road…perhaps a walk along the shore.
Where I might stop to breathe the morning air wafting on an ocean breeze or listen to the wind as it rustles through the trees.
Oh, I still love the sameness in my life, the daily routines I happily journey through for in that sameness I can always find a bit of magic too.
But it’s nice to know that sameness doesn’t have to be steadfast….allowing me a little bit of future magic each morning as I step out of my past.
many days have passed us by
yet as if the same i cry
no less loss or memory took
tis all the same just like a book
my heart it bleeds in the same places
still kissing pictures of her faces
driving around remembering traces
of the love our lives had made
i had the key to your heart
long before i knew i was a part
and when i put the pieces together
the puzzle was my glory and treasure
a love that could not be measured
second only to heaven this pleasure
a union that had Gods approval
but yet it was so unusual
you knew i loved you when i kept it secret
for so long you let me keep it
then one day you needed my touch
you had told me before; that you did'nt have much
but because of my heart i would'nt listen
my mind and my soul were too busy wishing
and then one day suddenly, i knew you were mine
a few days later we spoke for the last time
one week later i heard you were gone
you had to leave for your heavenly home
i cried that day in the dust and dirt
here was my torment that i knew chased us
with days and months i measure my hurt
but after time God showed me clearly
that He loved us. it must have took a lot
for Him to show me Himself
but with His Holy Spirit He put her soul on my shelf
so when i think about her, God and i
i still can't help myself, i still cry
Blood and chills ran through my veins
that day as I recall
Although a summer’s eve, there was
an eerie mist of fall
Approaching that old house, I had
seen no one at the gate
A new employ, I had been charged
with selling that estate
In disrepair, the creaky door had
opened just for me
So I walked in and wandered
as I put away my key
Yes, I’d heard the rumors and
the tales of small town lore
The creatures of the night and such
for me were just a bore
I walked around and made a list
of work yet to be done
Cobwebs fused the threadbare drapes
to block out all the sun
It’s then I turned to see what caught
the corner of my eye
A figure in a gown with long black hair
who said “Goodbye”
Before I knew what overcame
to hold my wits in check
I felt her kiss of evil as she
plunged into my neck
Forever now to tread these halls
I’ll never see the light
For that’s the day that I became
a seeker of the night
You, too, would find solace, by
The Caribbean Sea, in Belize of my birth
The Sea owns portion of my heart
It connects me to Atlantic's mighty waves, and
Neon lights of Africa.
In backyard of America,
I've basked in virgin air, and
Climbed summit of Xunantunich, and
Heard of civilization toppled by man, and
Read of Port and slave ships;
And God's green earth of sustenance, and of
Hand washing hand... but
In pool of many colors,
As vast as salts and Sea
The smell of hate's elasticity,
Sits in proximity to you and me.
To plant seeds of forbidden hate
As part of earth's abundance,
What power? What glory? What victory?
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