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He did not crown himself.
You placed the crown upon his head.
Once bitten, twice blind—
you called him savior,
but he was only a mirror,
reflecting your own illusions.
He walked not as a leader,
but as an actor upon the world’s stage,
a jester wearing the robes of power,
and the crowd cheered,
mistaking laughter for light.
You saw the signs in 2017—
the arrogance,
the fire of division,
the theater of rage—
yet you danced to his song,
believing democracy could never fall.
But he is not the disease—
he is the symptom.
The fever that reveals the rot
within the republic’s bones.
Money became your god,
popularity your priest,
and truth was crucified
on the altar of entertainment.
Now the world watches,
not with envy,
but with sorrowful amusement—
for even fools have learned
how easily a clown can rule a kingdom.
O America,
you who once taught liberty to the earth,
now tremble beneath your own laughter.
He is not your king—
he is your reflection.
And in his madness,
your democracy performs its last act—
applauded by the blind,
and mourned by the wise.
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
If that sun never rises
It'll be because I didn't make it
I'm tired of everything
Though I have no reason to be
I've just got a foolish heart
My reflection reveals something hideous
Because my soul can't shine through
The layers of depression
That cover my body so heavily
And I'm not sure how to get rid of them
I yearn for fields of strawberries
Wearing straw hats and smiles
Watching the lazy clouds float past
With my child on my shoulders
Overlooked by my proud wife
Irony is me finding a glimmer of hope
In the darkest moments of night
When I fail to find slumber
And somber thoughts beckon
I remember to hold on to myself
Voices are the water that hydrate my soul
Allowing positivity to blossom
Displaying even an inkling of gravitas
I just want to feel the comfort of others
So that I'm not alone with myself
Truth be told I'm just a wilted flower
Digging my roots into concrete
Because conditions don't allow me to grow
And even the prettiest dream is a nightmare
When it's something I'll never attain
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
I understand the hermit now,
going off far away from it,
why man would choose an exile
in the face of all this bullsh-t.
When last traces of youth wear off,
higher reason reveals itself,
you can’t help notice that so much
of this earth seems a living hell.
It starts external, when you see
how power messes people up,
the right acts timid of the world,
the left just evil and corrupt…
Even a small hit of the stuff
leaves a person’s soul with new scars,
HOA Karens rule like queens,
dishonest fools play the race card;
the corporate guy breaks the law
thinking lawyers can get him free,
the parents who abuse their kids
if it’s excused politically…
Depressing, and slowing things down,
feasting on your God-given rights,
designed to nitpick and delay
until you’re too tired to fight.
Then you’re confronted by the folks
who don’t want to know that it’s wrong,
don’t value their freedoms or truth,
they only care to get along;
just to live a life of comfort,
not wanting to fight or to think,
be they dumb, lazy, or afraid,
from any wisdom they will slink.
Much simpler to mouth programmed words,
distract themselves most of their days,
and hating those who dare point out
their lives have no value this way.
From here it becomes internal,
see human nature fight its own...
why improvement comes so damn slow,
even when the methods are known.
You want to think it’s good out there,
as good as it’s bad, you’ve been told,
but so many don’t value it,
so many just live without souls...
Leaving you thinking it’s futile,
that there’s no reason to explain,
some shrink it down to their family,
but even that can’t shield the pain.
The good you do raising them up
is assaulted on every side,
by public schools, the media,
all scheming to deform their minds.
Until the child that you love
becomes an enemy to you,
some are wise enough to see past,
but then, some of them never do,
leaving you feeling that the world
offers you nothing but the rod,
stripping away all you value
until there’s nothing left but God.
Do only mad men block this world?
That’s something I no longer think,
I understand the hermit now…
and why so many people drink.
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
Listen!
Do you hear it?
The dawn arising;
can you feel it, the touch of the Artist’s brush?
Can you see the spectacular coming into being,
if but
for a scintilla of time; mind’s blown
by the explosion of pink topaz,
turquoise and emerald skies.
And how
the yellow diamond
breaks through the atmosphere with its finger-rays
reaching out for humanity,
reminders of a new day
curated by Almighty God,
the Most High, the meek
and personal
unbound abiding arms of the Son,
who lights us up
from the inside-out with the Spirit,
most holy. And the descent of honeysuckle-sweet,
and the uplift of magnolia-magnificence.
Can you but speak of the awesomeness of hope,
the author of all serendipity, all glory, of life?
When we’ve adjusted to the light of day,
a dimmer switch gently turns down the sun, dusk
dances on our brains; the moon in masquerade
reveals itself to the nightlife, affecting the mood
of gratitude, reflection of my diurnal walk-through.
tint on the brushes
heaven’s collaboration
sky-canvas in frame
glory after glory
and no wonder endless praise
Shattered resilience
In shards of shattered glass, her reflection lies,Splintered and fractured, betrayed by her eyes.Each piece a story of heartache and pain,A portrait of loss, a soul that's stained.The broken glass reveals her inner fight,A girl who's been hurt, who's lost in the night.Fractured and fragile, yet still standing tall,Her spirit unbroken, refusing to fall.Each crack a memory, a scar of the past,A reminder of lessons learned that will last.Through the broken glass, she sees her strength,A beauty that shines, despite the length.For in the brokenness, she finds her grace,A warrior's spirit in a fragile place.With each shattered shard, she builds anew,A mosaic of pain, wisdom shining through.So let the broken glass define her not,For in her heart lies a strength that has sought.A girl of resilience, of courage and might,Embracing her brokenness, she comes to light
If love means die for her,
I am dead in you, your laps are my graveyard
If love means follow her,
I have followed you to love ocean, drunk with kisses of yours
If love means forget others,
I forgot my family to forget myself in you completely
If love means arise for her,
I arose in your heart as dews of another hope
If love means submit,
I submitted for you before the war started.
If love means conquer,
You conquered my heart years back where nobody see us
But, you saw am in love
if love means reveals, you are revealed both in dreams , prophesy and words.
I am your love, hold me.
- Omojevwe Emmanuel .
What and who is this almighty God?
He has no beginning and is everlasting
consider what His word says of His person
His son Jesus reveals Him in everything
God is real with a powerful effect
for He speaks in His authoritative word
this word can cut us to the quick
so thorough that our souls are stirred
The Lord God Himself makes us hunger
giving us such desire upon Him alone
for only God can really truly satisfy
as in Jesus whose sacrifice did atone
Without receiving the real spiritual drink
we faint with thirst for that cup
Jesus alone fills our parched soul
then we know His way takes us up
Are you in contact with the real thing?
is it just religion or is Jesus real?
look deep for evidence of a genuine touch
be sure you've found the divine seal
(Quotation: “We can know if we have encountered the real God if we are deeply hungry and thirsty for him. The sense of his absence, the dissatisfaction with his absence, is evidence that he has touched you.”
- quotation by Tim Keller (1950-now) Pastor and Minister.)
Well, this is not what I expected
I came to this smoky bar
Wednesday night
Bourbon and sage on my palate
Jazz man testifying
His hands play Carolina blues
And the sounds take my mind away
Until you
That is, until you walked in
Looking like my best adventure and my worst decision
Lavender lips revealing a smirk that says...
Damn
What does it say?
Between this brown liquor and the curve of your thighs
I almost forgot you had eyes
Oh yeah, I remember
Your lips dipped in lavender say,
Is Anyone sitting here?
I reply before I can think
Because no one is sitting here
And yes, I need it to be you
The stripping away of your jacket reveals
Black dress clinging to the roundness of your hips
Mocha skin
Glistening in the haze and this candlelight
Like a prompting from my ancestors
Leading me to you
Your curls like dark wisps of mahogany and onyx
High cheekbones and a frame sleek and generous at the same time
Eyes that connect with mine
And I don't know if it's serendipity or what I have in this cup
But I'm intoxicated and intrigued
We enter conversations about James Baldwin and Nina Simone
How I grew up on Wu-Tang, and you grew up on FuFu and collard greens
As you describe Powernomics and how industry should be nationalized
I'm lost in thought, curious about the taste of your inner thighs
What can I say?
I am intrigued
Aroused
And I want nothing more than to be enveloped by you
I want to feel the pulse of your heartbeat against my tongue
I want to experience the uncontrollable rising of your chest
As I talk you through it and embrace you in aftercare
But in this moment I know it's better to be here
In this room, present
With you
Engaged
In conversation
You tell me about your philosophy
And how intimacy with you could bring me to my knees
Well, this is not what I expected
So, I call over to the bartender
Check please
Where Shadows Lurk
In the depth of night I wander,
Through the corridors of fear,
Where shadows lurk and ponder,
On the mysteries of the yesteryear.
From the shattered, broken windows,
Gleams a beam of spectral light,
Like a blade, sharp and pointed,
Piercing the heart of the silent night.
On the walls, I see the remnants,
Of the art, ancient and rare,
Where the light reveals the countenance,
Of those who are no longer there.
They gaze, they grin,
With a look of disdain and sorrow,
They mock, they beguile,
With a voice from the hollow.
They speak of a grief,
That no mortal can bear,
They whisper of a future,
Devoid of any hope or care.
They narrate to me a tale,
Beyond all logic and verse,
They reveal to me a splendor,
That no eye can traverse in this universe.
They entice me with their falsehoods,
To the rooms where darkness resides,
Where the light is a fading spark,
And the shadows are my guides.