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I let him go away
choice amidst divine ray
never causing delay
but bringing blessings' tray
as heart decides to stay
abiding in God's way.
I let such go away
chance for future great yea
yet asserting loud nay
while earnest soul did pray
for blest favor each day...
now, "thanks, Lord" I say.
I let it go away
claim toward stardom quay
devoid of regrets' prey
as faith fought carnal clay
with love and mercies' pay
upon Christ's triumph today.
I let them go away
cause those would lead astray
neither white, black; but gray...
at present, I'm okay
victorious, come what may
with Saviour's grace-display.
*Proverbs 16:9 A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
May 3, 2023
Edited on July 11, 2023
1st place, "To The One I Lost" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/16/2023
In God's Word, many promises abound
To those who put their trust in Him
Resting upon what He has proclaimed
He will guide us when the way is grim
He promised, those who seek shall find
And a door is opened, if we but knock
It's the Father's pleasure
To give the kingdom, to the little flock
He promised, the labourer and heavy laden
Rest for their weary soul
And that the humble, shall be exalted
When true commitment, is their goal
He promised, to never leave or forsake
Those devoted to His plan
A lamp to our feet - a light to our path
Guiding us throughout life's span
He promised, that all who come to Him
Will not be a castaway
Giving assurance, to the faint-of-heart
When the adversary, would lead astray
He promised, that if for His purpose
We are called, and abide in Him
All things work, together for our good
At times when choices seem so slim
He promised, that no temptation
Will be greater than we can bear
But an escape route it shall provide
Delivering us from the tempter's snare
He promised, that when walking through
The valley of the shadow of death
No evil I will have to fear
When I am taking that final breath
Colan L Hiatt = 09-12-13
© All Rights Reserved
11/12/22
Abused and forgotten
What exactly do me and you have in common?
Too often
Stampeding my way through problems
It continued to grow or grew rotten
No regard or dangerous and given due caution
If no choice is ever made than you'll lose options
Still to this day many wonder who offed him
Not a single clue brought in
On a daily basis I struggle in real life
It still feels like
Something doesn't feel right
Far from what you see, it was not always real nice
I was lead astray
But soon realized that everyday
I had to fight for a better way
Or else it all would never change
Evil came in more ways than I could count
Yet I took the route
Of having a hand in their end by a good amount
Nearly endless things they wrote a book about
Regardless if many would doubt
For myself I always had to look out
To a good or bad place these tracks are leading
The fact being
Once again I drank way too much last evening
Regarding life what is the exact meaning?
What a continual crisis
At first I didn't mind this
But now too many remain spineless
I could never change it through silence
Sometimes it took violence
In order to prove the point had to emphasis it
A lot of times
People lost their lives
Mass hysteria, the area went to ruins
It's an example of the bad in humans
Sad how much damage the bomb dealt
I thought else
But these actions did not help
Now I know how my mom felt
They say nobody deserves to suffer
At times my actions disturbed others
And hurt my mother
Even though I never once was a bird hunter
Regardless of it seeming sensible
Wasn't intentional
I'm just an addict to all these chemicals
Many of which easily available and plentiful
Since way back and still now too much crap is put on a pedestal
I don't need proof to be credible
The demon spawns temptation in the minds of mortal men
Exposed is their dark desires, lifted from the pits of hell
Evil breeds in the fiery depths of Satan’s beastly lair
Seeds planted to grow in shadowed corners of a heart
Abysmal minds of the frail are openly inclined to accept
blasphemous words angrily spit from irreverent lips
His rancid breath lights a wick that bursts into flame;
a dastardly exploit, a wicked game orchestrated by Bael,
infernal king with power to devour the weak, the frail
The fallen one leaches on mankind’s thirst for lust
Inside a mind he creeps, contorting visions in dreams
A soulless corpse lies where a man reasonably slumbered
encumbered by vile creatures at the Devil's command
Taken by Satan's hand, a life fuels death’s appetite
His Craft forged in the hotbeds of his dwelling place
A two-faced fiend, slayer of men, father of the lie
Skillfully he plies his trade with false promises he's made
His dirty deeds spring from need and jealous greed
No sleep comes to the one trapped in eternal torment
Screams are cries of fear the devil craves to hear
He accepts no alibis; no second chance does he give
There's no escape from the clutch of his sharpened claws
He'll hold you eternally, without resurrection from the grave
Darkness falls from his shadow, across every land
Scoring souls of modern man from depths of their despair.
He seeks the lost and wicked who'll do his sinful bidding.
Fair warning: be mindful when weary and in need of rest
for the Dark One is a bird catcher, waiting to pounce
and capture those he knows he can lead astray
*Edited by Lin*
The alchemy of truth
may be from a particular perspective
or colored by youth
and sprinkled with objective
For your truth can hold your own view
your lens through which you see the world
And naivety can lead astray
and reality fall subject to that doom
And you may not have the ability yet
to completely read the room
When you don't have wisdom
You have less fear and conclusions are reached quickly
But life is so much more complex
and taken in context its sticky
Was that what was really meant
or did it happen by chance
Was it deliberate inference
or laid out by happenstance
Most times most things are not architected
they happen in real time whim
And though the outcome can be devastating
the creation is less of a sin
What leads to what
and how can that happen
isn't always clear to see the cause and effect
And so truth be known,
good intentions implode
and things go off track on their own
So don't hang the actors with the act
they alone did not write the script, it's a fact
Life is all improv
with a heavy dose of chaos
And giving to much credence to the feelings caused
can ruin what may be right there
A living pachinko machine that happened to play out
that way, this time, here
The alchemy of truth includes the lens - Artimus 9/24/23 (C) Susan Manley
In the land where Ganges and Yamuna embrace,
MahaKumbh Mela calls with celestial grace,
A dip in waters where the sacred currents blend,
Promises cleansing of sins and a soul's ascend.
Millions gather, faith guiding their quest,
Seeking salvation and eternal rest,
Yet, amidst the crowd and holy cheer,
I seek a quieter path to draw near.
Through Zen’s stillness and Buddha's way,
Renouncing desires that lead astray,
Lust, greed, and worldly ties unfasten,
The soul's journey to Nirvana may hasten.
Or by walking the Samaritan's road,
Bearing love’s gentle, selfless load,
Serving the needy, tending the frail,
Seeing the Divine where pain prevails.
For Nirvana is not bound by place or rite,
It is the soul’s transcendence to eternal light,
Where suffering ends and desires cease,
Enlightenment dawns with infinite peace.
Imagine those in a higher position believe they are seeing
Imagine those with much money pretending they are with Lord Yeshua
Money or God not the same master
You Must chose Lord Yeshua/Jesus or Money
The wealth of this world is nothing in God's sight it is less then nothing
Watchmen are Elect chosen to blow the trumpets and warn the family who are being lead astray by Satan who is a lover of Money not of God who is Jesus/Yeshua our Lord of Hosts who is moving fast
Imagine being so blinded by your false god money that is nothing and cannot speak over Jesus/Yeshua who is the only true God of all
Imagine King of Kings riding on the clouds are you ready are you keeping watch for him as the Elect have been doing? or have you fallen asleep by the comforts money has got you?
Wake up the trumpet is sounding our Lord Yeshua is returning aka Jesus Christ the creator is coming back to make his home with us. get ready warn them all not much time yet.
He is coming back to avenge his people and take his watchmen aka the Elect home with him.
[short instrumental intro]
[thick bassline]
[energetic beat]
[verse 1]
The alchemy of truth,
may be from a particular perspective,
or colored by youth,
and sprinkled with objective.
For your truth can hold your own view,
your lens through which you see the world.
[verse 2]
And naivety can lead astray,
reality fall subject to that doom.
And you may not have the ability yet,
to completely read the room.
When you don't have wisdom,
You have less fear,
and conclusions are reached quickly.
But life is so much more complex,
and taken in context its sticky.
Was that what was really meant,
or did it happen by chance?
[Chorus]
The alchemy of truth,
colored by youth
is a perspective
and you are the lens
just focus
bring clarity,
perspective
[interlude]
[verse 3]
Was it deliberate inference,
or laid out by happenstance?
Most times most things are not architected,
they happen in real time whim,
(in real time whim,)
And though the outcome can be devastating,
the creation is less of a sin.
{verse 4]
What leads to what,
and how can that happen,
isn't always clear to see the cause and effect.
And so truth be known,
good intentions implode,
and things go off track on their own!
[interlude]
[Guitar Solo}
[Chorus]
The alchemy of truth,
colored by youth
is a perspective
and you are the lens
just focus
bring clarity,
perspective
[bridge]
So don't hang the actors with the act,
they alone did not write the script, it's a fact!
Life is all improv,
with a heavy dose of chaos,
giving to much credence to the feelings caused,
can ruin what may be right there.
A living pachinko machine that happened to play out...
that way, this time, here or there.
The alchemy of truth includes the lens...
[break]
[outro, fade out]
and that lens is you!
[fade out]
(that lens is you...)
(that lens is you...)
[End]
On beginning to compose a new poem...
Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay
gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force airway
thru totally tubular cerebral
microcosmic aisleway
vesicular conduit fifty
plus shades of gray
exhaling sigh of relief, cuz
transcending writer's block
innovative talent with words
did once again allay
needless panic, where yours truly
finds himself punchdrunk
in some dark alleyway,
an unfortunate fate
Matthew Scott alway
avert reminding myself
to utilize ujjayi breath
hard driving gateway
into Pranayama practices
analogous to make
emotional transit thru
golden itty bitty
teensy weensy archway
infinitesimal impossible mission
to pinpoint areaway,
yet crisscrossing meditative
zen zone an array
of utmost nirvana
will never lead effortless
mantra buffeted concentration
not lead astray
and matter of fact
lightness of being
scaling metaphorical kickstarting
rah height aweigh
up yonder within
outer limits twilight zone
re: supraconsciousness
keeping at bay
non intrusive thoughts
ruff lee collaring, mimicking belay
boring bonafide dog obedience training
pant tum miming (think) begging
for limp bizkit, thus
canine loosens seat belt buckle
one notch braving violating
no trespassing sign
despite petsmart restriction
heavy populated wall tint
head nab yule Haitian
made Christmas benday
eerily resembling voodoo
cursed poppet summoned
if anybody doth betray
not being spellbound
hence, blithely skipping
reading future poetry (mine)
magic edict I dost bewray.
I wonder why I feel so bubbly inside...in laughter, I cried, without you though...I feel the need to hide
But...why are you so sad today? Was it my fault possibly? Did I do you wrong? If I did, I'm awfully sorry...
Let the negativity subside...we are going along with life's bumpy ride...oh compassionate companion, stay by my side!
Are you by my side like the dolphin with the wild-and-free sea?
I feel sleepy, yet I'm still awake
I'm falling in love with a peaceful sleep
Don't be teary...you got to hit the brake
Be happy and be not afraid..oh please don't weep
I'm swimming in waters so deep
The benevolent imaginary friends are speaking lullabies to me...every story's beginnings has its ends
Keep your head up above the surface...
Wear a smile for a moment and drink in bliss
Don't wear that grimace...
Rise above the surface...
My marvelous, angelic mermaid
Don't let your unique gladness fade
Don't be weighed down
By a friend's betrayal
Don't be lead astray ...don't let your gaily spirits drown
You must stand tall through it all
There's a wall between us
Yet...we're on the same rowdy bus
Don't fret, dear love of mine
You got to keep trying...you will do fine
On your own
But...you're never, ever alone
If you need me, I'm just a call away
I'll paint your midnight skies the light of day
So, don't be doused in dismay,
Darling...oh friend, we were both born on the month of May
It was meant to be that way
We are two peas in a pod all the way...I'll be there tomorrow's yesterday
No wonder I feel so bubbly inside