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in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child
filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile
he's been lied to decieved and misguided
and his fears and emotions he does hide it
he fears the world in all its iniquities
and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity
the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within
for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin
but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition
and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions
the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind
and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine
we forgive others to forgive ourselves
so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves
as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light
the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night
for only the shepard calls to his sheep
one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek
redeemed is the child who suffers the path
saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath
The affectionate mother, whom I loved has long left
her earthly dwelling to flee
to a Paradise extrasensory peaceful;
and surrounded by angels,
she tenderly flashes an effulgent smile and looks upon
me and whispers many prayers
for a son whose face is her total resemblance!
And in me her noble soul lives with a sweetness,
which has made me forgotten that there's death...
by rekindling that maternal memory!
Before I go to sleep, I reflect on my day that has passed without dire...
by staring at a portrait, which makes her facial expressions
seem so real like when she eloquently spoke, glimpsing into tomorrow;
I'm wishing for tears to fall, but none do...too numerous tears
have her child's eyes shed to empty themselves of their sorrow!
Why cry and induce more mourning...when glory has awarded her a halo?
She endured much, and said little, to strengthen me with her example,
and will harsh winters lash me with their furious winds, no fright...
no discouragement can overwhelm me and make me shiver and tremble;
violent storms extirpate trees, fears won't uproot what I extol!
Extraordinary was her motherly love: intense and insuperable,
to build me up when my confidence was down and I refused to have fun;
and if I felt miserable, she mollified my misery, grief and sadness,
to never let me lose my momentum, to miss out on a great, indelible moment!
Showing my mistrust intensified the tone of her vocal chords...
low esteem wasn't another kind of modesty, just a lost milestone!
Secular and firm...and yet divine, was her faith emboldening me;
emerging in the form of a lovely rainbow to brigthen my obscurity!
I longed for affection, hoping it would have been long lived...as that love so tangible,
which still guides my footsteps to rekindle that maternal memory!
T. H. S ®
I never held You but I feel You
Its like cuddling with the serenity of the wind,
I never imagined You but I know You
Because a babe needs no introduction to know her mom,
I never felt a pain but I'm pregnant with You
Just like gas which comes out from the ass,
I never saw You but I believe You
Like the general consensus that there's God,
You never spoke (aloud) but I hear You;
As a telepathic reads every mute statement,
I never knew You but I love You
Like a mother whose child died at the foetus stage
Then I finally knew You and love You the more,
The feeling of a stranger turned friend becomes deeper.
I never touched You but I sensed You
Like the West wind which blows ashore.
I never introduced myself but You know me too well:
A sculpture needs no introduction to its sculptor
Because from mother's womb You formed & knew me,
I never called You but You showed up for my rescue
Because He who reside in You
And goes before You is for You!
When I doubted You, You still loved me
Because the rain of mercy showers both on them -
Both the Abrahams' and the Thomas',
When I go the wrong way You move me the right
For the leaf in the forest has no choice
But to bow to the wish of the wind,
No one sees You around me
But You amaze and amuse me
Like men who are of such sensible & nimble lungs,
That they always laugh at nothing.
You are the invisible that is visible,
You are the invincible that is insuperable,
You are not just like the wind; You're a Personality!
T. H. S (The Holy Spirit).
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.
It’s summer, hurry up. Let’s not waste a minute.
Where’s the sunscreen, where’s the party, who’s knutching who?
The sky was crowded with bright, balloon stratocumulus clouds, hanging mountain-like in the air. How can something that big just float in the sky? Either the Greek gods are holding them up, or they defy reason.
So, we’re in Athens, Georgia and apparently, Lisa, Kim, Bili, Leong and I are ‘too much club.’
We’re insuperable - too rowdy, too loud, too late, we laugh too much, hand-ringing about haircuts, shoes and romantic connections.
Sorry, if we’re not co-signing for everyone’s existential angst - we’re 5 girls on vacation.
Well, except Leong, she’s just joined us - fresh from Macau China. She’s got dark-takes on the world situation, saying things like, “enjoy it while it lasts.” I tried to explain the evils of nihilism - how once you let nihilism materialize, it’s a fog that swallows you.
If you read the news - which is geared toward the grisly - it’s only going to tap you out. There are too many issues. Our group is a mix - a salad of feminism, environmentalism, stoicism - we’re ism’d out. We’re Asian, black, southern, liberal and communist, woke and anti-woke - what we DO have in common is - we’re summarized.
‘Summarized’ Americans, swim all day and sit by the pool all night talking and catching up. We also water ski, shop, roller sk8te, play frisbee golf, go out to dinner and pull-out-the-stops for a party now and then.
Some nights, we stream ‘Suits’ and make emo-boy sexualized comments when Meghan comes on - but we like her - more or less - let her take her shot. Marry that complicated princeling and let every moment be drama.
Since the school years measured in work, let’s measure summer by fun and silly drama.
Dillio?
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A song for this:
Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) by Bow Wow Wow
Family Affair (feat. Alan Scaffardi) by Papik
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.knutching = kissing
dillio = deal
Webster’s: Insuperable: impossible to control
Each evening I sit alone in deep thought,
and stare in wonderment
at constellations without a name;
how many suns, like ours,
are invisible to these stupefied eyes...
how far are they from where I am?
To own a corner of that sky,
I should be much closer to them to shine;
and I must find me a place in this Universe,
become a star so insignificant and unashamed...
beginning to exist among their magnificence!
To go further, where astronauts are guided by stars,
I must have the indomitable spirit of Columbus
and the bold courage of David!
Each morning the resplendent sunrise
awakens me to end my imagined journey...
with consternation and demise;
my pursuit was to inevitably conquer
my fear and not relinquish any possibility...
to penetrate the depths of space
with nothing more than grace...
for a design that I was eager to declare!
To own a corner of that sky,
I must have an insuperable and indisputable faith...
with a determined purpose in mind:
so that doubts wouldn't abound and end my quest!