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My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.
You are my spring.
You make me feel alive!
It is as if I haven't been breathing
And you are my first taste of forest air.
The ringing of your heart
Is like the sounding of a tiny bell
That wakes me from my lethargy.
You call me the Reason For Your Smile
And I wonder how a Rose like you
Could burn even brighter
With a Holy Fire
Because you have felt my kiss
O! There is no better Day
Than the Day on which you were born,
For in the great graph of Life
There is recorded the first Rainbow
And it shone for you
Like the first Promise that God
Was happy
When we met.
All pure and unobstructed
By the moon,
Your Sun shines better
Than the Night.
But Night, ah Night!
Glows with the Radiance of your singing Star!
I call you Venus!
Bright Star of the Morning
And I celebrate
Your coming unto me!
Continuation of
Part IV: FORGIVENESS
Today Mariah of Magdala,
It's written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark, we hide our deeds
Our hearts judges know each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier than it has been to curse out another
Mariah of Magdala!
Not a stone crushed on you
Did the earth swallow your accusers?
Where did your accusers turn to?
Were you in your own fear?
Did you witness their impurity?
Did the heavy hands find an emerging engagement?
Oh, was there a hasty chase call?
For they all left without conviction
The pain of your suffering. Mariah of Magdala
Understood by love
The pain of your deprival, Mariah of Magdala
Perceived by love,
The weight of your burden Mariah of Magdala
Lifted by grace
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
How did it feel at His feet?
At that stint of most horrific verve
Your world stood still
But full of space
Being filled with divine love
Pain translated to eternal joy
Confusion met with a deeper understanding
Suffering filled out with bliss
Sorrow being afflicted to joyfulness
Animosity met with peace,
Lethargy killed with patience
Kindness kissed away hostility
Immorality bolted out with goodness
Your treachery hid by faithfulness
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
The true assurance of divine forgiveness
Restoration for all portrayed through you
The sweetness of meeting with Grace
That manifests its purity to transgressors
Secretly showing with love our errors,
Lifting burdens of darkness,
Showing best how to grace the renounced
Giving the epitome price of forgiveness
???THE ROAD TO HEAVEN AND HELL???
The road to heaven feels like hell,
When discipline calls, and I must compel,
My body soaks sweat, my soul safes strive,
In the gym's dead ends, my spirit comes alive.
The weights are heavy, the reps are tight,
But with each lift, I feel heaven's light,
Light of a stronger me, a soul set free,
From the chains of slothfulness & lethargy.
But the road to hell feels like heaven,
When temptation calls, and I am uneven,
The couch is soft, the snacks are sweet,
And on lazy days, my soul would gladly greet.
The feast is spread, food calls for more rounds,
But in each bite, my health heavily drowns,
In a sea of fatness, and in sugar's snare,
My body weakens, soul's swansong draws near.
The discipline of exercise, a path we should choose,
To forge a strength, that time won't lose,
The road to heaven, though hard to tread,
Leads to a body and soul fitted & well-fed.
While the road to hell, though easy to take,
Leads to a life of slothfulness & heart easy to break.
So I'll choose the fire that burns within,
And walk the path of discipline in order to win.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 20th May 2025.
Eating cake had become my mainstay...
the fluffiness of success and the sweet frosting
of victory
Oh, that sweet, sweet life of mine...
just eating and forgetting the bitter limes
Binging on triple and quadruple layers...
no signs of stopping and no cares
Opulent chins and fat rolls building up...
lethargy and amnesia becoming my death cup
The vegetables and greens of hard work and dedication I forgot....
foolishly, these core essentials I left out to rot
But that sweet taste quickly became bitter with jeers, I can't deny...
'cause last night I was served a nice big slice of 'humble pie
So I'm working out, dieting, and fasting...
henceforth natural whole food long-lasting
For five days now, it has sat
Black and gray, reflecting heat
Actually, a very nice Jeep
With expired tags, rumpled bookbags
Yet nobody has moved it from my house
For five days now
As I surmise, with my poet's eyes
Journeys of flattened grass, of dusty glass
A map discarded, a gypsy started
A young soul seeking adventure's answers
To grow into futures of unlined space
Or older hearts, chasing the chase
The remembered rush of chances to take
As a new wind erases
The years from their faces
Perhaps a journal, sketching a desert dawn
Or moon rippled seas, or fragrant rain
Calling them forward to green spun lanes
Oh, there could be hours to ride
Mountains to taste, moments to cry
(Dear Muse, have you been so obscure
that I needed a sign - the size of a Jeep
blocking my front door?)
Now I, shaken at last from lethargy
To pick up my pen, should perhaps thank them~
Before I have their car towed.
6/29/22
(true story)
Without Agreement
Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart
Sudden separation confusion imparts
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.
9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
To handle dreadful time, to cherish it
although I have no gall for such-
past the ennui of night’s workload,
this jive which I embrace relentlessly
fizzles like soapsuds in my nails;
a voice quelled with the dirt of blue mood…
How lethargy chokes me, its tar roasting
my senses humid as air, more apt for birds,
that I cruise along an alley where piano tunes
with acoustic strings invite a certain madness--
the scent of rhythm and blues perks
ached limbs, gradually tapping a free
movement pleading abandon…cheeks lighten,
enthralled by an opulence of notes;
till I scream, yes, time, though you're a dreadful bane,
I will hold you wildly, once again.
1/6/2018
For Craig Cornish: Blue Contest
They kill, children
A hum of silence met me
Dead babies everywhere like dolls on the filthy carpet
a lone soldier guarded the ghastly scene
looked stunned and dazed, said we had to do this
they are the enemy of tomorrow
a man in a protective suit and mask came in
spraying white snow like powder, covering the horror
body fluid ran out of me and covered the floor
an ice rink of sin
I was drowning, but how to swim in this torrent
of sweat coming out of every poor
The soldier who had shot the children shot himself
the man in his protective suit said he was weak, not
the type of soldiers we need
The dead children, they would have become Hamas
of the future
Lethargy and helplessness
My inaction had condemned me for all time
the morning sun refused to shine over this devastation
Forever, we have to struggle in a fog of depravity
The gigantic acacia tree would testify
Were it not for savage ravages of rot
That erase feeble living things that die
After decades under sun’s missiles hot.
And the birds that chirruped and flew
About as he trudged over hill and bend
Long went like all weak beings of flight,
And no more can lasting credence lend.
If old baobab trunks had tongues that turn
Methinks they would solid testimony avail,
Of how devoutly he toiled in dews and sun
And never refrained from heaven-sent toils.
But since baobab trunks unspeaking are
And birds such fleeting breaths have they,
Can cold unfeeling stones their version say:
Tell how over them hopped he on his way?
Though villainous eyes those labors saw,
Witnessing their tireless winds and turns;
None would ranks of vile ignominy break
And end this betrayal that achingly burns.
And for want of witness this sobbing soul
Perishes and dissolves like a soaking loaf
Amid bootless heavens’ amnesic lethargy,
As cruel decades to a rude century morph.