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In these words I seek God's
Guidance to write
I pray for many within it will cause a fight
That maybe you are tired
Of stumbling on your own path in the night
Perhaps you do not like to attend church
Maybe because of all the division
Of the churches and within them
Many years ago I was on the Mississippi river
On a barge boat when the Lord changed me
Jesus will come to you where you are
To dwell within that you might have peace
One may already be ready to hate
For I seek to only help your fate
Jesus did not come to comdem this world
He came to give division from flesh
That one might be born of the spirit
Each one of us needs this rebirth
Unless you are fine with this earth
God does not dwell within others to please man
But to bring light to the darkness
And to show His love to all
He puts His will inside one
That they might be a vessel
To help snatch one from death
Before they escape there last breath
This world hated Jesus without cause
Because through love He showed there flaws
For many I pray it will bring comfort
For many times we feel like we are alone
But broad is the highway to death
Few is the way on the narrow path
God's fire within will give you strength
Your eyes have received new vision
You will tune out the outside noise
For your guidance comes from within
And the words of life He left us
To help one understand what
This greatness is He has placed within
To the closed eye His words are foolish
But to the open eye and mind
They reveal the mystery of the truth and life
Can we forget sorrows that weigh us down
Our minds stuck on hurt profound
Thoughts pale to insignificant bits
If only we could just cut and paste what fits
Can we forget the cuts that bleed
Can we fill those gaping scars
Daydreams that turn to nightmares
And threaten all those waking hours
Can we forget tears that flow
Of joyless hearts that struggle to beat
And eyes that once had a dream
Now lifeless, stumbling, dragging feet
A life that lost the sunlight, of a rising sun
Behind a cloud that came into the way
Of hope that hand stopped knocking on doors
Embracing despair that never seems to go away!
29.06.2021
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Contest: A Broken Person
never really liked the way I stumble
stumble, stumble
stumble and stumble
where’s the song we used to stumble over the words
because at least i could enjoy the jumping and stumbling
of the tape
it was a red van, not a white one
so we always knew it was him who was giving the good
kind of candy, and not type that makes you fall asleep
you know what i’m talking about
so now i’m stumbling over words
stumbling over people
i didn’t know there was a dead squirrel on the stairs
why is there a dead squirrel on the stairs??
now i’m stumbled and stumped
thinking about that red van
who’s driving it now
does the tape still jump
or maybe it’s jumping back to the same place now that he’s gone
it never jumped like that when we met him for the first time
i guess all of the cassettes had to stumble for a while
now he’s got the unstumbled cassettes of all our little adventures
nothing missing, nothing broken
live on channel 37
I asked for a vision and I saw none
I asked for a vision and I saw none!
Walking into the store, I found myself wondering if I was good enough for anyone!
I asked for a vision and I saw none!
Going about my day I kept thinking about my decisions and whether I was worthy!
Worthy for anyone!
I asked for a vision and I saw none!
It was half past the day as I went back to my deeds of the first part of the day
My thoughts were racing as I found myself to be empowered and wondered what I was
Was worthiness a concept for me or for others!
I asked for a vision and I saw none!
It was after hours and I decided to sit and work my second job
Hours into the night I found myself to realizes that worthiness is a social concept
A social concept that focuses on societal beliefs.
My heart could not beat as my mind did the analysis
I asked for a vision and I saw none!
My heart connected with my mind.
Others were not worthy of me, as I was more than qualified for them
They saw nothing of me as I was beyond their social and mental class
Why settle for anything less than the best as they would not be willing to meet me halfway
They burned the bridge forever as their stupidity is bliss
I asked for a vision, and I was not seeing the vision as I was living the vision from the perspective of Allah. They never abandoned me as they saw my struggle. They knew that I would have to live the vision, instead of watching it in a movie format. They were there to remove these stumbling blocks from my sight.
What I want is taken by others; however, Allah has ordained me to have better.
My friends of other lands and states are confident that we will all meet in a large banquet.
Those that have stood by my side are my family.
All of those that have neglected and ignored me, I say to you
Vafanculo siempre!
Vafanculo
I could only see so much.
Staying out of touch.
Never knowing where I was bound.
Hiding somewhere in the lost and found.
Laughter has such a beautiful sound.
Taking life as it came.
Smile and I'll do the same.
Hello good bye.
Raindrops falling from the sky.
So much left I want to do
Waiting for the sky to turn blue.
Saw the day turn to night.
Life turned out alright.
Reaching for something out of sight.
Stumbling along my way.
Foolish games they play.
Walking alone
A dog without a bone.
I see more than you know.
Past what life had to show.
Yonder.......
.... I ponder.
Sitting on a log.
Missing my dog.
Choices both good and bad.
I refuse to stay sad.
Pushing forever onward.
What's that I heard.
Laughter
In the forever after.
My future is now the past.
It came fast.
I may have been last..
But never fear.
I made it here.
I'm further along than I thought.
For this I fought .
No longer will I roam.
Finally I have made it home.
This that and the other
Essential to ones success
the delivery of performance
the means to an end
the beginning of the process
Prompting an applied behavior
to encourage the desired success
In a professional relationship
No professional stumbling
No conflicting interest
Practical evaluation
Let our collaborations begin
In decisive measurements
the sound moves to inspire
It's from desire
the desire to be best
Your way is my way
We collaborate to produce
We produce in inspiration
Ode to it's success
Ode to us together
Ode to our endeavors
It's all about us
Can't are you and me
Ode to great musicians
Who get the groove
and grind
Harmony and calculations
Styles of every kind
We get it together
When it comes together
and the song impresses
We can do this one
We got our thing together
Your cry for help was silenced
Only by the dragging of your feet
As you struggled to propel
Your torso as erect as physically
Possible in your condition
And yet you stood so strong
Images in the mirror marred by
Your weakened limbs and stumbling stride
I wish you had believed in me
Where others had failed you
I would have carried you
Through any storm yet your
Selfish pride took you from me
Did my kindness hurt you?
Drive you to the end?
I will never know for every
Question I have you took the answers
With you my sad suffering soul
My wish for you is peace wherever
Your soul may be
A prayer carried upon the wind
To embrace your loneliness.
I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a buffoon
who laughs and breaks the stiff stillness,
stumbling down the shell-strewn dunes!
One can see the wide wings of geese
that flap hard against the spiritless air
before encountering the menacing storm;
they faintly honk over the grove of fir...
then, they vanish from sight to divert fear:
happy was their spring and they did perform
eloquently to delight senses and release
a sound merrier than that of a flycatcher!
The sea-breeze turns into violent gusts,
they roar bending beeches and spruces;
drowsy seagulls feel the blast of incoming rain,
they refuse to leave their haven huddling closer....
thinking it won't last to endure useless disdain:
should I heed the warning and run faster than a deer?
I have a half mile to go before I can defy the insidious threat;
my clothes are getting drenched, but I don't show any fret!
Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
The Palace of Westminster is crumbling,
the state of democracy stumbling.
Lurching to the right reaching for Brexit,
how is Parliament going to fix it?
With toxic asbestos and unsafe wiring,
they'll have to decant – with sea level rising.
Establishment migrants where will they go?
Austerity bites back as if to say no;
if shelter and housing you won't provide
you'll have to get used to coping outside.
Parties splintered, body politic fragmented;
who belongs with us? Where are we headed?
The crumbling state of Parliament's fabric
is witness to all of something symbolic.
When the mother of parliaments can't decide
where to take itself, it feels like it's died.
Blame the others and we'll be double crossed.
Your Majesty, when you've gone I fear we'll be lost.