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At first there's little wrong as it's just sort of innocent
Something for which you long but iit just wasn't meant
But as it lingers it begins gaining more and more control
Like glue stuck to your fingers it begins to take it's toll
It's calls you everyday and reminds you what could've been
Trampling over what you say in leading you to sin
Showing you only the best what could of all been yours
So with your time you invest biting on such colorful lures
And as you go deeper and deeper losing more and more control
The sides start to become steeper as you solidify your role
Soon there is no exit only the path you've been directed down
As now you're ready to quit and hand over your heavenly crown
Laughing in your face as he snatches it from your head
Thinking he stole all your grace, the reason why Jesus bled
But little does he know the Father's great love for you
Even mired in the depths below His love is forever true
For each time that we fall the Lord will help us stand
For each time He will call and He will reach out Hiis Hand
He has covered that cost all done through His Son's Name
Jesus, a beacon for the Lost, who washes away that shame
1 Corinthians 10:13
13 No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.
Malignant Black Snakes and Spiders Attack From Hell
Sweet little girl smiles on the soft sunny day
Plays with pillows on sofa beds
Bright powder blue eyes follow patterns of colorful butterflies
She runs to greet them
The pita-pat pita-pat over crisp meadow
Greens and yellows flow together
Follow on the tips of glowing blues
Drenched in cool dew dancing in delight
Giggles and thrills all the way
Parades play magical music in the bright distance
Lifting the spirits of the noble child even higher
A daffodil catches her glance
She snatches it up against her chest
Holds it tight for luck
Then flies to purple majestic trees
Dress lifts her to the precipice
Paradise is nice
It’s time to run through fields of dreams
Blue skies smile down on her
God blesses her every move
She knows it's time
Mother and father wait for her with open arms
And abundant kisses for her precious face
A warm lunch with buns and cakes awaits
That can’t be beat
How sweet
(Influenced by Dadaism- anti-art)
My mother, to me, is like a Arwa bint kurayz*/ She snatches me from the death's mouth thrice/ Nurturing me up for all the day long/ To protect me from another demon/ With due respect, I would like to mention/ This is the person who tried her best/To keep me sheltered/From the man made stress/ And natural waves & storm/Under the umbrella of warm's affection/ She is still with me/Her thoughts revolve around me/To bring a smile on my face/ Even she can give up her soul/ To boost up my morale/If she sees my shattered visage/She is always with me/ To deliver some advice/When I go wrong/ To keep me unearthen /From the all vice/And to make my soul strong/ Her holy hand is still upon my shoulder/So, I turned to a perfect man/Alhamdulillah to Almighty, please keep going on/ Mother, in this world, is the best person.
Written: June 26, 2023
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You, lovely! How you have matured!
A vision of grace, so enchanting and so manured
But alas, Pretty moved out and vanished from sight.
And a youth, too, was kidnapped in the dead of night.
Now that age resides within your once beloved abode,
She has forced your hope chest bowed.
Leaving you feeling betrayed and alone.
Oh, how dare your birthright forsake your own?
Leaving you with wrinkles and gray hair,
Gone is a sight that saw heads turn and souls swoon.
But don't blame pretty or youth, my dear.
What is given will eventually be taken away soon.
Age relentlessly snatches time and grace.
Leaving just vestiges of a dazzling face.
But bear in mind charm isn't just outer skin.
But by the strength and wisdom that lie within.
You may have lost your youthful glow.
However, you have got the brilliance of snow.
Grace, fortitude, and maturity come with time.
A splendor that can't be erased, always sublime.
Embrace the journey that life has given you.
There is still so much more to do.
Though pretty and young may have moved on,
Leaving you feeling a bit forlorn,
You still have the power to shine and inspire.
To light up the world and your inner admire.
So wear your wrinkles and gray hair with pride.
They are marks of a life well lived and tried.
With evening comes melancholy , barefoot and unannounced ; cloaked in a reddish yellow tinge of dawn. It snatches away all mirth and stares at you while you sulk and frown.
Permeating your heart , like in winters through the trees you see the mist seep , until from every corner of your mind the old memories creep.
It keeps record of everything you best thought to forget , opening one after another like chapters in a booklet.
Bringing you the best ones first , the moments that make you smile with joy ; not knowing it's your enemy in guise you give in to it's deceitful ploy.
And soon it makes you realize that the people you love have gone , you can see them no more. You tell everybody how they still carry on living in your heart while in truth there is nothing but a sore.
The ones who are living are not the same anymore ; unfortunately the moments spent with them are etched in your heart like an old folklore.
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022
Written By: D. Collins 9/9/23
There are many different forms of Hatery.
From people close to you, to the return of slavery.
It's a learned talent that doesn't require much skill.
Gaining dominance over a person, leading them to kill.
Hatery actually should be a Webster dictionary word.
For those supposed to have your six but throw you a curve.
Hatery is so consistent you can read it like a book.
Once it snatches a victim they are eternally hooked.
It could be the neighbor next door because you like music loud.
Or, maybe by being from the less fortunate crowd.
Hatery is relevant and prevalent everywhere.
Ready to drag you to the opening of the lion's lair.
Finally heading home,
going dowhill;
not being afraid
of a sudden fall...
The baseballfield
has the appearance
of a battlefield,
opponents teams fiercily compete;
I glance at them
with great admiration,
lauding their aspiration
as the gusty wind snatches
my blue cap...to find it
hanging from the top of the fence
that overlooks the rusty tracks
of a train that never went back...
The cheers and hurrays
of the applauding crowd
fill the autumn air with promise;
victory is,for certain,
for those enduring with boldness,
but joyful moments
are worthy more than a price...
despite the honor and pride!
Finally heading home from
an adventerous morning spent
exploring the depth of the forest;
where emotions become surprises,
not found in the glamorous cities
or the smallest towns...
Remoteness reconnects the lost soul
to the essential needs
of a-not-so-rapid
and dull existence!
Here she comes
Walking down the street
What's she wearing
Looking so neat
Lime green shirt
Really a treat
Black dress pants
The style she tweeks
Pride walking
Through the door
Keeps her stride
Even more
She looks good
She looks fine
Best in the neighborhood
What's that at her feet
A dog on a lease
He looks good
He looks fine
He finest kind
Prancing, dancing
Does many feats
Taunt goes the lease
He's running on those feet
The lease go taunt
Dog snatches
She suffers defeat
She looks daunt
The dog pulls, tugs
The lady lugs
She runs, he looks
Behind
Come on your mine
She looks daunted
She looks haunted
Who is walking who
The lady in lime green
Or the Chihuahua
Who thinks he can
Boss the whole neighborhood
(Saw a woman walking a chihuahua probably weighed 3 lbs. except he was walking her.
Thought of a song from long ago "There she comes walking down the street" don't
remember title or artist but thought I need to give credit here.)
Form:
I often wonder how someone,
I never knew.
Could walk into my life,
Turn It into a zoo.
Before I met her, I was safe
And sound.
Took a dip in her pool,
Here, I drowned.
A perfect stranger that snatches
Your heart.
You don't see the danger,
Until your World falls apart.
I remember how it was before
She came.
I have No one but myself
To blame.
She knew what she was doing,
She cut me deep.
She was a skilled hunter,
My wound still seeps.
She looked me in the eye,
She threw a knife at my back.
I was not prepared,
No defense to the attack.
She is a professional,
The heart she shreds.
She left me alive,
Feeling Dead.
I will never know peace,
A rage is alive inside.
She twisted my reality when
She turned the tide.
My mind begs my heart
To be brave.
Far away from life,
So close to the grave.
My world is consumed in
The taste of defeat.
I can't even walk on my own
Two feet.
When I look back,
I can see.
She was never the woman,
She Appeared to be.
Turbo1904