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The gated wall they stood before
No timber seemed awake to them;
no splinter stirred amidst the wood,
the nails now rusty in their beds,
where once brave Knights had deftly trod
on mounted horses,
all bejewelled.
True Knights and Barons who heralded The Cause.
That narrowest of narrow paths,
Where only the Truest traveller knows
The healing waters for his love sick heart
Lay hidden deep within the Well,
and who would ever know its source?
For in disguise it lay vast and deep,
covered in thickets where Lion’s prowl
Only the footsore brave seek its song
The song of sweetest melody
and in every chord a different balm;
to heal, to bind, to nourish and to love
but so faint on the wind is the song -
you would ne’er hear it - even if you strained;
wooed by the sound of The Maker,
and only seen by the eyes of the heart,
echoing in fathomless depths.
The beauteous sound of the waters brings healing to his love sick heart,
and trusses of red blossoms spring forth
And with a sweet pure melodic fragrance,
it bursts into a myriad of colours,
Leading him in a dance, singing the sweet sweet melody,
and as he sings,
the waters of the Well gush forth
and he within the waters is reborn.
I flow like a river that moves around rocks,
Molding like water splashed into cup or box;
Like tides conforming to the force of the moon,
A stream twisting through a bending valley's tune.
A soft air slipping through the narrowest cracks,
A wind that changes paths with no stops and tracks;
Like a smoke coiling around every corner,
A kite adjusting to swift gusts or blower.
I am a clay designed by God's unseen hands,
Being adaptable, my mind understands;
I am a master key that suits any lock,
As the Lord Jesus opens the gate of His flock.
The Holy Spirit reminds me of seasons,
For I am leaves that turn with climes in reasons.
Loyalty serves solidarity
as passion fuels integral communion.
Passionate patristic patriotism
does not work
for optimizing resilient healthy intent
nor do partisan loyalties
win/win play for resonant wealth
building collaborative feelings,
when the cart
replaces the horse.
Solidarity with my Home Team
my narrowest nuclear family
only those who look
and sound like Straight White Patriarchal
monotheistic chosen
and grace-privileged wealth
serves loyalty only to further win/lose competitions,
Aspiring champions of small-egominded
and disembodied reductions,
deductions
divisions,
rather than wealthing health co-investments
in Earth-collaborative consciousness.
RightWing loyalty serves
LeftWing multicultural solidarity
as red-blooded patristic passion
fuels ecofeminist green communion.
Similarly,
but more co-arisingly,
safe and resilient cultural wealth
empowers win/win ClimateHealth
or win/lose subclimate supremacy
monoculturally risks fragility
of polycultural green communion
inductive,
integral,
inclusive healthy-wealth opportunities.
Dusty Feet
Your hands are for healing.
Your eyes I adore.
Your feet walked from heaven
To dusty earth floor.
You speak truth and love.
You share treasured time.
You lift up the song in
My heart without rhyme.
You draw out the lost
In the bustling crowd.
You shun not the sinner
the lofty or the proud.
At the well you show kindness.
At the wedding you share.
At the temple cast out
Those who shouldn't be there.
You feed all the hungry.
You settle the storm.
You show that stone throwing
Just isn't the norm...
Where you come from is peaceful
With a worshipful buzz.
And you're bringing this Earth-ward
Just to share it with us.
And what have I learned
As you hang from a tree?
That your presence has shown us
How a good life can be.
No opulent gesture, or lavish display
But quietly walking the narrowest way.
And the weight of the world
As You silently bend
Tells of love beyond favour
My Saviour.
My friend.
It seems to me the narrowest minds,
Are the minds full of gripe, whinge and moan,
The minds that darken every simple idea,
Complaining about things on their own,
With a simple outlook on their universe,
Everything’s a clear black or white,
A small yes or no to all that they see,
And of course they think they are right,
From cruel magnified with kids locked away,
Renaming “genocide” as a room with a view,
Calling “white supremacy” normal and good,
And, with a tantrum, saying the news is untrue,
The narrowest minds, the simplest minds,
The minds that have opposite sides,
Are the minds that want the “Us versus Them”,
Don’t unite, they seek to divide.
I feel like giving up…
I don’t know why, I just do…
I just do…I feel blue…
Wish my eyes were shut with the finest super glue…….
I am like two deserted lands…
No one seems to understand where I stand
I am but a broken cup…
In your quivering, shivering hands…
Things are truly getting out of hand…out of hand…
Lament and doubts dripping with morning dew…
I just feel so blue, so through with you,
Always hurting me with rue…
Who knew…who knew it was true…too true to be true!
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You hurt me to the deepest, narrowest core
You try your hardest and best to slam the door
So that I can feel your abandonment, It’s still with me…lingering inside me
You meant your rejection and desertion unfortunately, sadly, cruelly, and mean-spiritedly
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
I felt your cruel, but true rue
Such true rue I felt
When you left without a clue
You made me melt…
Like an ice cube, left in the sun for far too long
You were gone for so long!
Can’t really seem to belong…
I felt it so out of the blue…
Felt your cruel hatred and unnecessary dread, doing me wrong, yes, doing me wrong
And you knew all along…
That I am alone among…
Your crowd of remorseful happiness and fake contentment…
I am overcrowded by your twisted bliss and sick resentment…
It’s way too true to be true…
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
Getting rid of the madness and sadness and insanity
That once hid inside me...right in plain sight, you see?
Saying my goodbyes to the goodbyes you bid..
Hey you, how are you feeling today?
Better than yesterday, or just the same way?
Did you eat, or maybe you didn’t
Went to bed hungry, but still you’re here, resilient.
Was it cold where you slept, or far too hot?
Did you find warmth in a blanket or warmth you forgot?
A hot shower, a cold bath
Life finds its way along the narrowest path.
Bills unpaid, the knock at the door,
Bailiffs calling, but you’ve been here before.
A job promotion, or another rejection
Life marches on in every direction.
A country at peace, or a country at war,
Family divided, or love restored.
Marriages crumble, couples engage
Life pens its story on every page.
And still, we rise, come what may,
One more step, into another day
The biggest weapons and power on thinnest threat,
when hackers enters the target pointing to the head.
Conspiracies and its social observation surprise,
political handicap that challenges the economic survive.
The wilderness of mirrors that bouncing back and fort,
cyber attacks and its ransom through every digital port.
Devastating electronic viruses and its losses,
the e-war that cripples the integrity of its state bosses.
Paralyzed system beyond repair and its consequence,
infodemic stories in the story become a dramatic reference.
Informational theft and the Holy Grail of global control,
the 5G mask and its needed diaper for that holy scroll.
Stimulated elected mediocrity for limited patriots,
as frustrated slaves call for public fanatic riots.
Digital diversification to the narrowest perspective,
symptoms of failure in intelligence effective.
At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly ascending, from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven
Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal, the rare golden eagle
flies overhead while leaving its shadow
Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines
Far in the branches, limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night
Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world, in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome
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10/2/15
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
In the depths of sorrows,
each time we feel,
clueless about
how bad it's gonna be,
when it hits on another day,
an otherwise pleasant one.
In loneliness,
I search everywhere,
even within
the narrowest of ant holes,
for a slender beam of light,
that would lighten up my heart
and melt away my sorrows.
I scoured everywhere
but found no ray of comfort.
Mom,
I traveled miles everyday,
to be with you,
to breathe the air you exhale.
I traveled miles every day,
while others refused
to disrupt their comfort.
I traveled miles everyday
to smell the fragrance
of your presence,
I traveled miles everyday
to dwell in the bubble
of your essence.
I turned to countless faces,
They told me,
"We are not in pain now,
But, we'll come to you,
when we slip into our sorrows".
All I yearned for was
someone to say,
"I am there with you,
together we shall endure it,
through all your hardships.
And if you stumble again,
I'll still be here
until you regain your footing,
spread your wings,
and soar towards the sun".
Shower on me not,
with doom and gloom.
All I need is,
the strength
to fly with my wings,
shielding you all beneath.
ka~rum