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In my journey across languid life's undulating landscape,
the course of the designated track as ordained I don’t lose.
The hazards on the way I could circumvent and safely escape,
as I walk toward the final destination someone chose.
I don’t believe in what is said with dubious authority
that the genes control the life's course and the free will.
For surrendering to the supreme designer, the almighty,
the divine ecstasy of sacred fulfillment I could feel.
In tormenting wilderness my secluded soul is never forlorn,
for I can suffuse my being with the heavenly breath,
realizing the cyclic karmic fate of being born and reborn,
that God decides in a blink between life and death.
Released from the fold of sense-response my anguished mind
lies still in meditative tranquility of devout mindfulness.
At the end of the mortal tunnel godly guiding light I find,
where the devoted life reaches the stratum of consciousness.
Plunging within I swim sanctified in the boundless blissful sea,
I see the serene shore of nirvana waiting as my ultimate abode.
Blessed, I find illumined by divine galaxy His reflection within me,
and as my soul floats on the crest of spiritual wave I perceive God.
I spit on the sermons of slaver prophets.
Their prayers fed the whips that tore my ancestors’ flesh.
They built cathedrals with the blood of captives,
And sanctified pain in the name of a carnivorous God.
I am the heir of the tormented of Gorée,
The cursed child of plantations watered with tears.
I have not forgotten the slave ships,
Nor the papal blessings that celebrated chained flesh.
They call me barbarian because I refuse their pardon,
Yet their libraries reek of the lies of civilization.
I have no need for their counterfeit paradise,
Their heavens are slave markets painted blue.
I stand upright like the brave rebels of Haiti,
Torn from the entrails of the earth by the wrath of volcanoes.
I speak with the broken jaws of my forefathers,
And I write with the black ink of smothered genocides.
Their flags are cloths stained with blood,
Their laws, chains polished by diplomacy.
They claim to distribute freedom,
But their satanic philanthropy cultivates misery as an eternal rent.
I have no god to crown my wounds.
My faith is the scar tattooed on my forehead.
I have no temple to prostitute my soul,
My truth feeds on the rage of the damned.
Let them keep calling me a wicked *****,
I will turn that insult into a scepter.
I have no need for their recognition,
For my dignity is not for sale.
I live in this world fractured by their bombs,
Yet my conscience remains undefeated.
A people does not die when it chooses to remember,
And my memory is a weapon loaded blank against their idols.
June 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 54-59
Key Verse – Psalms 54:4 Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HELPING US
Praise be to God for helping us as He:
Teaches us His truth
Tests us for our tenacity
Tries us toward our triumph
Treats us against tempting tribulations
Trains us tactfully, tenderly and thoughtfully
Psalms 55:22 Praise be to the Lord for letting us
cast our burden upon Him for us to be:
Ushered toward His goodness
Utilized along His generosity
Upheld by His greatness
Upkept with His grace
Useful for His glory
Psalms 56:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to walk before Him midst:
Vices by His values
Villains with His virtues
Viciousness for His victory
Vanities for our vowed valiant venture
Victimized voices as we vie against violence
Psalms 57:7 Praise be to the Almighty for
fixing our hearts toward His:
Warming against our weakness by His promises
Watching ways for our peacefulness
Working wondrous performance
Warning that wakes our pause
Winning of worthy power
Psalms 58:11 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
Who judges:
Expertly as He empowers
Excellently as He enables
Expeditiously as emboldens
Ethically by His endurance
Equitably which He exemplifies
Psalms 59:9 Praise be to our Creator for
being our defense:
Shielding our souls from sins
Strengthening our sanctified spirit
Securing our salvation steadfastness
Sustaining us by His satisfying sufficiency
Sealing our stewardship with service-settlement. Amen!
June 22, 2024
Pushing backward the awful negatives
My faith ascends along God’s directives
Gladly sharing His love, moving upward
The awful negatives, pushing backward.
Praying midst Holy Spirit’s revival
Trusting heaven’s grace for fruits’ arrival
I work well while slothfulness defying
Midst Holy Spirit’s revival, praying.
Propelled by mercy against selfish gain
And reaching-out to those who are in pain
I seek Christ Who helps with strength’s fervency
Against selfish gain, propelled by mercy.
Persistent to build lives despite trials
With compassionate caring portrayals
I thank God Who’s graciously consistent
Despite trials, to build* lives, persistent.
*Acts 20:32 And now, brethren, I commend you to God, and to the word of his grace, which is able to build you up, and to give you an inheritance among all them which are sanctified.
June 18, 2020
Swap Quatrain
New Beginnings in Stone
Now rising from a silhouette stronghold stands in its shadow, a servant’s heart
Enters tenacious consecrated emptiness as hope ponders three distant pipes
When black crust lichen invades – enslaves - the mason’s ancient framework
Bits of falling pebbles facelift rough cheeks pitted by mortar’s mortal tears
Even as granite blocks shudder in grieving poverty of unsettled gloom
Grabs at careless jaundice of moss and age - scribed ascent of ancient angels
In three corniced images of corn and elephants restored -
Nascent tree of life woven into a fabric of stone
Navigates new christened knights and chisels to one Nativity
In a carved and raised relief that points to the empty Sunday morning tomb
Gospel message told in vaulted arches -in rainbows of alabaster illumination -
Soaring sandstone above sanctified crypts of holy mysteries, legend entwined
Intrigue of time – visions of a hallowed grail, lost to crusaders’ eyes,
Noble dream to beatify three times three prophecies of the anointed
Strong walls like Templar’s arms guard breathing stone in carved canopies
Tales of a blessed grail protected in a new grail, synonym for the redeemed,
On armored feet for pilgrim’s eyes searching holy treasure in stone
Now a living citadel of a new beginning with no
End in three persons.
Dedicated to the restoration, the new life, of Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland.
There’s a war in my chest
with no flags,
no uniforms,
just angels with tired wings
and demons with patient knives.
They don’t scream.
They whisper.
One says "breathe"
The other says "break."
Most days I wake up
somewhere in between—
not holy,
not hellbound,
just surviving.
My smile’s rehearsed.
My eyes lie like a soldier
trained to say “I’m fine”
while bleeding inside the armor.
The angel tells me,
“You’re more than what hurt you.”
The demon grins,
“Yeah… but look at what you’ve become.”
I carry light,
but it flickers.
I carry shame,
but it sings.
And no one sees the toll—
not the weight behind the laugh,
not the war beneath the skin.
Nights hit hardest.
When silence gets loud
and the angels fall asleep
before the demons do.
Some call it strength.
Some call it endurance.
But I just call it unfinished.
Because I haven’t lost yet—
and I haven’t won.
I’m just here.
Still fighting.
Still haunted.
Still hoping
that maybe tomorrow,
the angel gets up first.
you are my air… and I,
the blazing breeze
before the sphinx silence,
stretching beyond
the thunder-struck touch
of perplexed thoughts
as soul whispers in warm waves
letting go of stained stars
~ trace me like
I’m a decaying dandelion trap ~
look into the fixated flames
within these sunset eyes,
O defenseless divinity
my lips quiver in quintessence
to devour the bottomless depth
of your designed devotion ~
the sanctified slivers
of the rising dawn ~
your aura of aromatic aesthetics
carved too captivatingly
to be conquered
as my curved catharsis,
a clandestine curation
no color could recreate ...
I feel the night tighten
within your pensive veins
passively pressed
and paralyzed
amidst the perfumed pulse
of my passionate k i s s
so allow the hallelujahs
of this hyacinth heart
erase erratic remnants of doubt
clouding the clarity
of our conversed confessions
we’ve held
like secret 3 a.m. scars
for I will lead
you and your dusk
to the magnetic light
where language of longing
does not taste
like lament
nor love is phrased
with rhymes of bleeding
thorns and thistles
but becomes a hallowed prophecy
of a kinetic kismet
knitted with bewitching bliss
a gravitational grey
emanating the
despair within
fleeting seconds
as I am risking ~ tripping
everything and anything
to be your eternal mirror
musing ... succumbing ... sinking
the paradise ....burning
for
your timeless pull...
*inspired by the art ; The kiss of the Sphinx, Franz Von Stuck
Lord's prayer Matt6:9,10
Jesus taught us to pray, what to say to God, His Father, Our Father.
Oft repeated rarely understood words that put
His Fathers name first, to be sanctified made holy.
Isaiah43:10 he declares that he has his witnesses
that declare his wonderful name Jehovah, through all the earth.
"Let your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven".
What a wonderful hope that by means of God's kingdom, a real government,
(see Daniel2:44) that the earth can be a paradise, again, with conditions, like heaven, when Jesus begins his 1000 year rule over the earth Revelation20:6.
Understanding the two hopes or destinies of the faithful has help me to understand so much more, of how life will be when paradise on earth is restored, and we can witness the resurrection of our dear loved ones back to life on earth.
Even Jesus described the two destinies Matt5:3 Spiritual persons will inherit the
heavenly kingdom, Matt5:5 meek shall inherit the earth mirroring Psalm37:29
What a blessing understanding what has been misunderstood and repeated for almost two thousand years.
Jesus did say the "truth will set you free"John8:32.Knowing and understanding
God's love, as revealed in his Word I do feel free, free from desperation, free from ignorance, free from falsehood, free from the Devils lies.
I look forward to the time when the Kingdom will come and God's will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
John Derek Hamilton
December 26, 2015
In the live network
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer,
the latticed mind is stratified.
On spiritual strata the devout strands
align with the innate awareness,
sublime sagacious patterns
of pious perception are unified.
Many existential attributes
of sole distinction gain
access to the sanctum
of the secret psychic recess,
transcend through time undefined
the fading limits of mundane joy and pain,
as fluidized sense merges with the sea
of absolute consciousness.
In my journey within
as an introspective explorer,
I discern the enlightened soul
in the sanctuary of sublimation,
suffusing me in the core
with the supreme essence of divinity.
I get liberated from the dungeon
of the corporeal abyss.
The essential constituents
of captivating charisma
interlaces with the fabric
of consummate sincerity,
finds the ordained adornment
of internal mesmeric beauty,
spreads invisible splendorous film
on repulsive external deception,
removes the distressing doubt
that it can’t be irresistible.
On the seraphic shore
of the transcendent soul,
the supreme designer makes
the destined inner circuitry of ecstasy.
The pattern of piety creates
the innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the concentrate of consciousness
out of the mortal elements
to the emancipating ardent aura
of all encompassing ambiance of bliss.
I am then the immutable hymn
of the sanctified soul,
that echoes in the melodic strata
of harmonic awareness of illumined love.
The devout mantra intoned
in the temple of my heart,
resonates with attractive symphony
of the sacred spirit.
The cosmic creator of the resounding silence
transcending time and space,
makes my awakened soul proclaim
the divine decree, I am He.
June 8 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 1
Key Verse – Proverbs 1:5 A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INCREASING MY LEARNING
Thank You for increasing my learning and biblical knowledge
By Your wisdom I surely acknowledge
For me to seek You more in my heavenly mileage
Being Your saved child which is a great privilege.
Thank You for increasing my learning and divine understanding
By Your instruction to which I’m attending
For me to cling to You more with Your upholding
Being Your called student whom You’re doctrinally molding.
Thank You for increasing my learning and holy perception
By Your counsels I regard with submission
For me to love You more against selfish ambition
Being Your sanctified heir who’s enjoying Your compassion.
Thank You for increasing my learning and blessed spirituality
By Your doctrines I receive along Your authority
For me to esteem You more with sincerity
Being Your chosen soldier for divine fight’s tenacity.
Thank You for increasing my learning and righteous prudence
By Your discretion I pray for through Your providence
For me to prioritize You more over any coincidence
Being Your justified saint believing in Your Word’s credence.
Thank You for increasing my learning and kingdom commitment
By Your guidance I always delight in along Your discernment
For me to serve You more with joyful fulfillment
Being Your prospered steward in Your glory’s enrichment.
June 8, 2022