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Eternal impermanence
Walking in the past lives’ gardens is a kind gift from life
Yes, this is a blessing from the life of fate. Benediction
It’s just only I know what I mean about death, past, life
Very interesting, a bit otherworldly the feeling-walk here
The talking silence of the past! Inaudible words from far
The far from here, to present to the past, what is the life
So many memorial stones, tombs, gravestones, crypts
Talks and talks about the true life of the past world’s life
Hmm, interesting, these great souls have passed away
Interesting, interesting something, that’s the atmosphere
It lives here, the soul of this so incredible gorgeous place
Hmm, this feeling and impression of life-inspiring of lives
Spending time here is the spent time of the walkers' life off
Who loves to feel the past, present, and future intellect is in all
All in one, and works back the visible illusion of life’s lives on
One in all presented intellects and personalities of the life
Oh, life, I am confessing now. God! I love this old lifestyle!
Old of the newest philosophy in my life. Atmospherically touched
Time never talking, but wants, listened wanted by listener will of want
The past always tells stories, histories, philosophies, novels, poems
Past only needs an understanding and conscious ear, and past lives again
Lives again
Wants to give you
All the tails
I CRY EVERYDAY 2
I cry everyday still...in my corner
The type that could only come from a young soul
I am a she with a boy, expecting another baby
What do I do? My man isn't a man
He is a man with no soul of a kind heart
My man is a an actor with no Director
A chameleon with a snake venom
To many
He's a meek and gentle
To the Cell members
He is a pure-hearted leader
To our friends
He's of no fault as a husband
But to me
He is a silent killer with terror up his sleeve
I die within with every seconds of my life
Life to me is nothing but miserable
There are more of those days that I wish...
That I wish I never say YES I DO at the Altar
Even before friends, families and God
God, why would you allow this weeping of mine?
As I narrate my contour sojourn to my friend
With a mirage of finding succor
And with a dream of finding an arm to lean on
I mean someone to cry out loud to...to wipe my tears
She wept for me hysterically ...
There was no stopping her tears
It was tears with no barriers
I took up the toga of wiping her own tears
Tears that are meant for my eyes and cheeks
AST
1.05am
15/04/2015 (Conjure from a true life story).
2:04 AM 23 sept. 2014
Big and tall strong as an ox
Now dead and gone and buried in a box
Big men these were who traveled the world
Worked hard for their pay and was proud when the flag unfurled
Like rocks they were in strength and mind
Won their battles except with time
Their bodies grew old as the years went by
Glasses replaced the glint in their eyes
They searched and found the answers in life
And grew to weak to fight the fight
From dust the body came to dust it returns
In heaven we live or in hell we burn
I now understand this struggle of old men
Longing to do what they no longer can
Feeling the youth drain out of the bones
Watching old friends die leaving them all alone
I dreamed of these three and awoke in tears
Thinking back on what feels like wasted years
We try to live and capture it all
Running working fighting feeling tall
Then we are old and can't do it all
And have to slow down and feel so small
That is the lesson of loving this life
It is a struggle of chaos and of strife
Our true life as soul is what we forget
We mold to our body thinking its all that we get
But Christ came and told us that we can live on
Full of light and standing tall and strong
Remember we are not this aging body you see
We are young souls living within these old trees
One day our bodies will die and they will fall
Then we will be free and with the Father of all
In the murmur of modernity, a disease courses through the veins,
A silent malaise, binding hearts and thoughts in heavy chains,
Where no one thinks, feels, or dares to care deeply anymore,
No spark ignites, no spirit ventures beyond mundane chores.
All emotion drifts like whispers in a forgotten dream,
Beliefs eroded, lost, in an unbroken monotone regime,
Each soul devoured by the pursuit of their own comfortable zone,
God damn mediocrity, the silent parasite that’s grown.
We dwell in mental deserts, vast and devoid of rain,
Where the river of passion has dried up, leaving only pain,
A sterile landscape where boredom makes its nest,
And every heart, though it beats, feels oppressed.
The stars above, once guides, now pale and far,
Their light drowned out by neon's unceasing jar,
No cosmic wonder, no ancient creed inspires,
Only humble life without a trace of fire.
This malady of spirit, this plague of the soul,
Steals the colors from our dreams, making them dark as coal,
No fervent cry for justice, no poetic flight,
Only shadows of disinterest in the realm of night.
Yet in melancholy, a whisper soft as dusk,
Of dreams once lived, of purposes robust,
If only we could break the chains of this affliction’s hold,
Rise from mediocrity, let our spirits unfold.
In the quiet corners of our hearts, let’s rekindle forgotten flames,
Recall the ancient stories, the legendary names,
For in the depth of feeling, in care’s profound embrace,
We may recapture the light, in darkness find our place.
Rise, dreamers, in the twilight's glow,
Let passion burn, reveal your true colors,
Defy the creeping mediocrity, let your spirit soar,
For in the deep beat of the heart, true life intensifies.
Author Dana Redricks
May 30, 2023
In the wilderness of life, I often tread, amidst the unknown and the dread, but I take Your heart Lord in mine. I know that wherever I go, you will never let me go.
Though the journey may be rough and steep, Your presence will always be with me, my soul to keep, and in the face of adversity and strife, Your love and grace are my true life.
For I know that every step I take, You are beside me, with every move I make, and though the path ahead may be unclear, Your hand will guide, and your voice I will hear.
So I will trust in You and Your loving care, and cast my worries and fears on Your shoulder to bear, for I know that with You all things are possible, You are my strength and my rock, my ever-present help.
Met an angel called Jenny who helped me get the greatest flow in the world right.
Live with an angel called Rose who always tells me don’t do wrong and always try to do right
but moreover showed me the door to true life and said “but you have to open it and
Navigate the steps”
lived with an angel called morning Star who loved me with all there heart who gave me my
swagger in the first place, which gave me the power to run at the world screaming “you can’t
touch dis”
encountered an angel called cam who helped me take 2 major steps in the walk of life and
now she & me are on the life road to good life.
So I thank the Lord for the angels he has blessed me with in my life and truly appreciate the
blessing.
Form:
If we’re not changing daily, the ways of our wrongs, that we can be,
then the ways of our wrongdoings, daily changes you and me.
They say it’s mind over matter, I say, if it matters to give it mind,
cause it’s only what we search for, that we are willing to find.
It’s what we set our minds to do, then fulfill our part,
the only true life that one can live, is from a true heart.
Walking daily, from the goodness that lives within,
for daily as we arise, a new journey does begin.
Daily as we’re changing, into the children of light,
it’s by His Spirit, not by our power nor might.
We all are changing daily, some is not by choice, you see,
how the ways of this world, changes you and me.
Remember your
Creator
In the days of your
youth
Let your zeal seek
His favor
His discernment and
truth
And the things of
His Kingdom
For your patience
and resilience
Fronting his
unrivaled wisdom
Against your
fragment of
experience
For the choices to
be made
Are solemn vows
To take on a desired
trade
A sovereignly
preferred spouse
And a guiding
principle
Amidst many in the
offing
But preserve your
bodies as God’s
Temple
And lean your minds
to His understanding
Be the first of a
blossoming breed
That will
resuscitate the
dying moral
Among a people in
want and in need
For one truth stands
overall
True life and the
living truth
Graced by wondrous
miracles
Were in the
Messiah’s youth
And are today’s
unrivaled pinnacles
In time, all men must come to terms with dreams
to cast off all they craved that true life stomped
yet still hold joy’s sure seeds in hope lined seams
lest all their heart holds dear just fails flat chomped.
We do and should build dreams in life with zeal
with care to then bind them with prime ground ties
that will not lose or bruise the dreams pitched feel
but hold our soul’s core glow where good light sighs.
Some dreams are as flight trips our minds need take
to keep our thoughts from scenes that rip our hearts,
then there are dreams we wish for earth’s own sake
where peace and love may paint their best toned starts.
Some dreams are meant as heart sheer, mind reared sways.
Some dreams are meant as heart cheer, mind steered stays.
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
teeth
River Ethiope has swallowed a big
fish
Her hungry is a mystery
feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
hips
She is a regurgitating
beast
chews her cods
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up
the third time and. finally chews
after some days in the belly
vomit it prey
stiff
stilled
ill
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her mouth another
Final year scholar she drinks who
Gone to be with the swim
is gone into
thin air only to be seen
days later on
top of her skin white, stiff still
Eyes pop out.
River Ethiope is a. beast
She never get filled
River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020