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For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel months respect for human life was obliterated
For three bloody months sanctity of human existence perished
As the government of the day made killing an obligation
And mobilized the population through official propaganda
To destroy all Tutsis and saboteur-Hutus
At the end of the Holocaust over one million Tutsis were sent to the great
beyond
Dreams and hopes were shattered
Loved ones massacred in the most agonizing and cruel manner
While the indifferent international community looked on unconcerned
Just like after the rain comes sunshine
The blood of the martyrs of Rwanda has irrigated and purified
The country of a thousand hills
Which has risen from the ashes of the gory tragedy
To a land flowing with peace and tranquility
To a Haven for tourists and investors
To a land of calm and forward- looking citizens
Committed to work and put their past behind
And queuing behind their charismatic Leader
They cry unceasingly and with one voice
‘’Never again shall bestiality descend in our clime’’
"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad."
Victor Hugo
Filled of memories, dreams lost and found
and heartaches hugged and embraced,
time stands still, laying quietly ticking in wait
of everything that was and is never meant to be.
I sleep, dulled and delayed by my dreams
slipping into futures forgotten and passed
with yesterdays anguish awakening, grasping, clutching at my heart
in want of your love not given
and mine, too easily given away.
Melancholy is my seduction, sensual emotion. pleasures endured
for need of loving you without return
imagined laughter at your amusement
that I am blinded by your beauty and innocence and yet, you see me not.
Full of hope, passion, lust filling every bone, sinew in my mind
this heart cries, weeps unceasingly
for the perfection of untouched love
that beats and breathes in every salted tear
that will forever, long eternally for you.
I die quiet and stilled, silenced by these imaginings
that tear at my heart and soul
and force my mind to false comforts
that is not real, to happily cry at loving you.
7/20/19
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
She loved me more than I could have ever imagined,
her eyes sparkled like comets crossing the dark sky,
bringing light into my lonely and wandering soul,
she kissed me with a gentle touch, like a spring breeze,
awakening the sleeping and dreaming flowers to life,
her lips brought me the calm of a clear and warm night,
like a balm healing the wounds of past and lost time.
We shared a connection woven from the threads of truth,
like a magic carpet carrying us above the ordinary world,
every moment with her was a pearl shining in the ocean of time,
a precious gem hidden in the depths of my heart,
in her arms I found peace, a feeling of belonging,
like a weary traveler who finds his way back home,
a place where my soul found its peace and destiny,
like a river flowing into the infinite sea of pure love.
I made a mistake, and now only silence echoes in my heart,
like a prolonged echo lost in the vast desert of longing,
she loved me completely, like a sun that rises unceasingly,
in the sky of a dream refusing to fade into the fog of oblivion,
her memory will always burn like an eternal flame,
in the sacred temple of my heart, protecting my wounded soul,
a song of love that will endure forever,
like the gentle murmur of a river flowing through time without stopping.
Never beyond distant shores is my Savior and Lord*
Who knows my best condition!
My soul He freed from hell’s eternal damnation
He redeemed me, giving me His salvation
Making me a heaven-bound citizen with eternal life’s possession.
Never beyond distant shores is my satisfaction Grantor
Who shows my bestowed privilege!
My spirit He assured that I’m His child He does acknowledge
He endowed me with precious inheritance based on His pledge
Making me a potential investor in His divine work’s mileage.
Never beyond distant shores is my tranquility Source
Who fixes my peaceful being!
My body He made the temple of the Holy Spirit I must be obeying
He enables me to grow in His grace while unceasingly praying
Making me a blessed Christian, while in His will, I keep on staying.
Never beyond distant shores is my true Lover
Who completes my wholeness!
My heart He fills with His joy, mirth and gladness
He meets my insufficiency and nothingness with timeliness
Making me a rich heir in His gracious and loving bountifulness.
Never beyond distant shores is my sovereign Guide
Who settles my perspective!
My mind He renewed when my sins He did forgive
He teaches me by His counsels that His Word delights to give
Making me a wise learner, as for Him, I decide to live.
Never beyond distant shores is my triumph-Enabler
Who builds up my testimony’s history!
My desire He has geared toward proclaiming the Gospel story
He subdues my selfishness, pride, and worldliness that bring me misery
Making me a faithful steward, determined to serve Him toward His victory
Never beyond distant shores is my faith-Upholder
Who is my life’s sturdy anchor!
My strength He empowers by His might where I find succor
He straightens me in my pursuit for holiness while for Him I labor
Making me a fruitful life-builder in leading others to His friendship’s harbor.
*Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
June 20, 2018
8th Place, Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh; judged on 6/22/2018.
My God, You are so good* to me…
Despite my sinfulness and selfishness
You gave Yourself to me with Your loving kindness
To save me from hell and give me eternal life’s fullness.
Such I can’t fathom; thus, let me acknowledge Your graciousness!
You are so merciful to me…
Though I disobey You consciously
You always grant me forgiveness completely
And cleanse me from my unrighteousness fully.
Such I can’t explain; thus, let me forsake my sins with Your help totally!
You are so patient with me…
Along my stubbornness’ reaction
You keep working for my restoration
While convicting me of my transgression.
Such I can’t understand; thus, let me yield to Your direction!
You are so gracious to me…
Even if I depart from Your design
You pull me constantly toward what’s divine
Upholding me so that in frustration I won’t resign.
Such I can’t assess; thus, let me follow You as I’m Thine!
You are so faithful to me…
Amidst my infidelity to our covenant together
You unceasingly assure me of Your care forever
Whatever happens, You’ll leave nor forsake me never.
Such I can’t describe; thus let me trust You against doubts that bother!
You are so long suffering to me…
While I appear arrogant and unyielding
You teach me humility’s virtue as rewarding
As exemplified by Christ Who died on the cross bleeding.
Such I can’t measure; thus, let me bear earthly condescending!
You are so compassionate to me…
Notwithstanding my service that’s unacceptable
You correct me of lack of prayer and vanity-stumble
To reach Your holy standards, making my stewardship fruitfully stable.
Such I can’t repay; thus, let me live for You truly as Your Spirit does enable!
*Psalm 25:8 Good and upright is the LORD: therefore will he teach sinners in the way.
April 20, 2018
In the swollen wait,
sprouting in the late summer dawn,
naive longing meets,
unaware of the pride of scorching heat,
in the sleeping embrace
of the confluence of two rivers.
Facing the sharp heat,
like the tip of a rapidly growing bamboo shoot,
the hungry wind howls,
sharp as a mother wolf's call,
bringing forth the clouds that gather
to drive away the oppressive warmth.
An accidental meeting,
caught in the mischief of midsummer,
unable to exchange even a fleeting glance,
unraveling like an old straw sandal
in the dream of the aged river.
The solitary eagle sharpens its beak with a sigh,
unceasingly drawing in the scent of its lost mate,
as it fiercely pecks
at the arrogance of the searing heat.
The raven-black wait
and the vivid blue longing
open their embrace,
climbing onto the crest of the confluence,
they gaze at one another,
finally becoming a tingling wave,
reaching toward each other.
In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort,
Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time,
Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine,
The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace.
Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream,
The fear that fragile order is a sandcastle, a vain illusion,
They retreat into mental bunkers, hiding their dreams and unspoken fears,
Hoping the walls of silence will keep change at bay, unspoken promises.
But time, a tireless sculptor, spins its chisel on the face of reality,
Each moment leaves a mark, a reminder of the ephemeral,
Stagnation is but an illusion, true life awaits beyond the walls,
Demanding the courage to step into the unknown, to emerge from labyrinths.
Between the walls of silence, souls sing the longing for freedom,
A yearning that pulses like a heart beneath resignation, beneath opacity,
Rays of light pierce through the cracks in the walls, reminding them of the river,
Life flows unceasingly, calling them to embrace their living destiny.
In the deep night, when stars fall like tears on the fields of dreams,
My thoughts drift aimlessly, lost in the whirlpool of consciousness,
Somewhere between reality and fantasy, my wounded heart beats.
I knew you, and in knowing you, I felt the pain from the depths.
I thought I had grown and could love you the way you wanted to be loved.
I threw caution to the wind, surrendered without force,
Your manipulations, mere silent storms, shattered my resistance.
I can't help myself, I can't recover, I feel a prisoner of my own being,
But I'm grateful that your wisdom decided enough is enough,
And that some things must be surrendered or left behind.
I know I can't find my tears, but the pain is beyond a century of sufferings,
A thousand years of silence and bitterness hidden in the corners of my heart.
It’s an invisible burden that presses unceasingly, an echo of pain blown by the cold wind,
When your gaze crossed me like a dagger, and the promised love dissolved into shadows.
I remember the nights when I collapsed in thoughts, when every word of yours was a falling star,
But instead of wishes, it brought only ashes to my soul emptied of hope.
You were a flame that burned too close to the skin, leaving scars visible only in dim light,
And now, I learn that love is not always a promise of happiness, but sometimes a lesson of pain.
In these long verses, I wander among memories and regrets,
Trying to find my way back to myself,
A way to forgive myself for loving, for feeling,
And for, in the end, surviving.
The pain of knowing you was my lesson, a melancholic ballad written with blood and unshed tears,
And in this stream of consciousness, I release myself,
Prepared to rise from the ashes of lost love,
Stronger, wiser, and ready to love again, but not today.
what do you do when you are in the middle with many rivers to cross?
what do you do when you feel like all is about to be lost?
do you give up? do you give in?
or do you stand strong and pray in the end?
moments of doubt in a limital space
trying to survive in society's rat race
surrounded by the destruction and death that is a part of life
barely holding on to your faith in the Lord Christ
in the middle of that limital space
with consequential decisions to make
do you go left or do you go right?
do you surrender or do you fight?
do you chose death? do you chose life?
or do you place all in the hands of Christ?
what do you do when you are in the middle with many miles ahead?
what do you do when you're unsure, do you allow the spirit in you to be led?
you're at Mahaniam a temporary stopgap and it's time to stand still
just don't try to make any decisions that go against God's will
you might feel powerless but remember the God to whom you pray
is an omnipotent God who will always make a way
what do you do when you are in the middle of this road called life?
you need to be like Jacob and pray to the Almighty Christ
humble yourself before Him and thank Him for all that He has done
remember all the times He's delivered you when you were under the gun
pray to Him unceasingly and petition to Him your needs
ask Him for your hearts desires as you fall down on your knees
you're at the threshold of a breakthrough on a precipice at the edge
in a limital space standing on life's ledge
don't worry just trust in the promises of God
no longer in the middle now safe in His arms
Dominating beyond my weakness' pile
Miss Distress emerges with annoying smile…
Radiating pressures’ enigmatic guile
Exposing my grievous reaction file
Midst what I testify as anti-stress tenacity style.
Then there's Slothful Lassie, lying upon carnality's crest
Oh, yes... she's seducing me to enjoy vanity rest
Toying with my pleasurable mirth of leisure’s zest…
Rekindling hearty moments' win over anguish-test
Whispering, "Too much toil robs you from triumph’s harvest."
Anyway, Mr. Reality Check, midst signals sending
Prudently asserts what he's unceasingly reminding
"Your faith fortitude's steadfastness God is upholding…
Keep trusting* the Lord, His miracles beholding
As in His will, your heart is settled; His delight finding."
*Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
October 28, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SPECIAL 11..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/29/2019.