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In the midst or whatever
is binding me in this life
I know every chain can be broken
In the presence of my Lord Christ
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
I now see it matters not
my situation nor condition
God will come in to sift, shift
and reposition
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
It's not enough to show up in church
dressed to the nines
It's my praise and worship that allows God
to rest in my mind
for God has the power
to place me on higher ground
God has the power to remove
whatever is holding me down
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
no longer will I allow my situation to rule
for by Jesus I've been spiritually schooled
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
no longer will I internalize
and cry woe is me
for I've been transformed by God's presence
for all to see
let me go
allow my worship to transcendent and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
let me go
allow my worship to transcend and transform
let me go
allow my praise to redeem and reform
God dwells in the sanctum sanatorium of my heart,
Even at death of mortal body he does not depart;
Ignorance is not the obstacle that blocks him from me,
Reluctance to see him stops me in his presence to be..!
I know this truth; understand it; and do internalize;
Thirst - unquenchable - for him in me, yet, does not arise;
Human beings, many, search him endlessly, but can't find,
Though known hundred of concepts on him, I'm willingly blind...
Scriptures try to open my eyes; saints and sages show paths.
I am not seeker; will I think of death or aftermath?
This world and things in it are enough; This thought fills my mind,
Even if God comes before me, will I his presence find...?
Desire for him should burn in me like the blazing fire,
Urge to be with him, like child with father, should grow higher;
A heart of flesh not of stone, I must joyously adorn,
With an endless love to live in him, I must be reborn...!
26 August 2022
Where is God hiding Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Addiction II
I listen carefully to gage what you are covering up
To hear if your words are slurred
Or your outlook too bleak,
Or if you have verged into mania.
I tell myself,
This is the nature of addiction.
I try not to take it personally, but
I internalize your depression and misplaced rage.
I love to hear from you on a good day
Straining towards the normalcy in your voice
Recalling how you once were, and could be again
Imagining all the fun we could have as sisters.
Setting myself up to fall when you crash.
I cover for you to try to spare others the worry
How many stints in the ICU will it take
“to reach rock bottom?”
I have been encouraged to walk away but I cannot.
My guilt and my love and my powerlessness weigh heavy.
This is the nature of addiction.
The religious zealots,
say they will pray for us,
They look down their nose
at us with disgust.
They say repent;
they claim we are an abomination,
We are headed straight for
hell, fire and damnation.
They scream we offend them
and their religion,
It is none of their business;
not their decision.
Eighty percent of churches
condemn homosexuality,
They explain it’s a sin
and say it is an abnormality.
Gays are four times more likely to be
alcoholics, addicts and attempt suicide,
From day one most of us feel
we have been crucified.
Everything is cool as long
as you don't get caught,
If exposed,
they strike while the iron is hot.
From the very beginning
we have been ostracized,
The very essence of our
being they criticize.
Religion and queers
are always conflicting,
Their words and actions
always contradicting.
I know I have always
stayed away from finding God,
I was told I would
face the firing squad.
This always stayed
in my heart and head,
Being a homo;
people want you dead.
You can always feel
their eyes watching you,
If they catch you alone;
they beat you black and blue.
All this negative input
you cannot help but internalize,
I use to think to myself;
why am I being depersonalized.
Let me close this up by saying
it is much better than it used to be,
If I had a choice;
I would rather it be you than me…
Turbo1904
"Start from something simple", he said,
Something simple could mean many things
A cell-phone, a broach, a little note book
Some scribbles, some jotted down notes
But above all, it was a start, a true one, indeed.
Think through the tough time. It will be mended anyhow
Just with the floating clouds, just with the scorching heat
Leaving whatever was true, whatever was a true bonding
I wanted to internalize , I wanted to elaborate, in my self
But above all, it was something to understand, a deep one, indeed.
Now, I will let you go, for you are obviously tired and wounded, you seem so.
May be I can tap my cell phone to send the message almost worldwide.
For you. For me. For all. For healing inside.
After all, offense or defense are not good strategies to uphold memories.
To know you from the inside
To feel that which you feel
Will give me all your wisdom
And make my passion real.
I'll put myself in places
Where you have been, and still,
I look at all the traces
Of where you've been.
I will Internalize your goodness
And make it part of me;
Your every thought and mood is
My own, and mine will be -
Your talent, inspiration,
The life that you have known -
Thought and imagination
And beauty that you've shown -
Will live within my heart, and
Lead me into the light -
Chash barriers apart and
Merge into day - and night -
The beauty of your spirit,
Your tenderness of heart -
Be mine, and have no fear of
The mind that falls apart
Before your precious splendor
And elegance and warmth -
Who loves? Who will surrender
And tap into its force?
Who will reach into clouds?
Who will the truth impart?
Who'll bless or shout out loud
Or climb into my heart?
I seek the truth and wisdom
And knowing what I've heard
I'll feel you from the inside
And in it find the world.
A song to express myself arose
To help me grow my heart and mind I chose
To internalize, feed and bloom
A bit of salt and pepper sprinkle
on my hungry soul
And so I wrote a poem.
A quiet place, filled with calm and silence
The song of birds, the whisper of a breeze
through the rustling of the leaves
Awakening my silent heart
And so I wrote a poem
With eyes open wide I look up at the sky
A piece of amazing blue or
a strangely shaped cloud
A sunrise or a sunset or a big grey expanse
Or the stars and the moon
And so I wrote a poem.
For the people in my life
A parent or a child, a neighbour or a friend
The chance to send some sweet thoughts
for the love in our hearts to flow
And so I wrote a poem.
13.10.2020
And so I wrote a poem
Sponsor: John lawless.
In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down
The presence of the Lord has the power to lift you up to higher ground
The liberating presence of the Lord God will deliver you and set you free
From whatever has you shackled and girded up like a Christmas turkey
Let me go, set me free, break every chain, free me from my situation
It's time for me to embrace the place of my transformation
Let me go, set me free, break every chain
Of whatever has me stricken, bent over and in pain
Let me go, release me, take away the shame
Let the Holy Spirit bring forth in me some change
It's not enough to just show up in church dressed to the nines
You need to participate in the worship and let God enter your mind
And don't play yourself by thinking the church is more than just a building
As it's the congregation who are the true source
In working, worshipping and witnessing for God
For He is the ultimate life force
Now let the power of worship in you transcend and transform
Let the power of praise in you redeem and reform
And it matters not what is your condition
Allow the Holy Spirit to reposition
And no longer will your condition rule
As you have been spiritually schooled
Now able to get past your circumstances and situations
By embracing the Resurrection power of God in your transformation
Let me go, let me go, free me from my misery
Break every chain Lord God, just set me free
No longer will I internalize or lament woe is me
For I've been transformed by the hand of God for the whole world to see
Oh, dear Sparrow! Fallen still
Softly feathered where you lay
As of a soldier gently eased
To sleep in dreams away
Whose dying wish was lost, was lost
In wars of yesterday
Your folded wings are nestled close
Your uniform unmarred
There is no stain upon your coat
Nor mark upon your bars
It seems from battle you emerged
Without a battle scar
For there you are composed, serene
Your earthly visage calm
No sign of struggle or of strife
No specter of alarm
Nor outward damage I can see –
Within, then, be the harm
Where broken wounds internalize
Beyond the battlefield
Where kamikaze skirmishes
Could not survive the steel
And solid soundness of the pane
Which from you did not yield
To you then, fallen warrior
In tribute, hear my prayer –
That you may soar unbounded, free
With worry none, nor care
In everlasting flight on wings
As virtual as air –
12/27/21
Did poorly or was doing just fine
The outcome was negative or had a plus sign
Always not just sometimes
Being one of a kind
Under the moonlight and sunshine
When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime
No longer getting brushed aside
Seeking what it is that I must find
On the frontlines
Can't force it
Or forfeit
Held true or was horse
Bought it or couldn't afford it
Crystal clear or distorted
Unavoidable or able to be thwarted
Saw it coming from the crows nest
Meanwhile, most think they know best
As they struggle to clean up their own mess
Very quick to protest
In their ways they are so set
For the greater good or due to greed it was commercialized
All of this, I could not internalize
Something still stirs inside
It's tragic that humans and animals got burned alive
Better be something you're sure about
Or it'll have an unsuccessful turnout
Close and far from any birdhouse
So many rotten games
It has gotten strange
All about the profit gains
Not any pocket change