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From the depths of struggle, where shadows loom and hide,
I'll rise, unbroken, with a spirit that won't subside.
Like a phoenix from the ashes, I'll emerge anew,
With flames that fuel my soul, and a heart that's pure and true.
Through life's trials and tribulations, I'll find my way,
With every step, I'll rise, and chase the darkness away.
I'll stand tall and unafraid, like a mountain strong and high,
Unshaken by the winds of doubt, and the storms that pass me by.
The mountains I'll climb, the oceans I'll swim,
I'll conquer every obstacle, and rise above the din.
Through fire and rain, I'll walk, unshaken and unmoved,
For in the midst of storms, I'll find peace, and a love that's improved.
With every breath, I'll pray, and seek guidance on my way,
For strength to carry on, through life's trials and swaying.
I'll rise, like the morning sun, that chases away the night,
And brings new hope, and new light, to all that's been fought for in the fight.
Tears will dry, and disappear, like morning dew,
Problems will vanish, like mist that the sun pursues.
No sorrow, no worries, no struggle, tomorrow will bring,
For I'll rise, like dust that's lifted, by the wind's gentle wing.
My dreams will be fulfilled, my desires, all that I've prayed,
A new chapter will unfold, and the old me will be displayed.
The mockers, and the snickers, will be silenced, and shamed,
For I'll rise, like the sun, in all its glory, proclaimed.
I'll shine like diamonds, reflect light, and sparkle bright,
I'll glow like gold, refined, in the fire, and made pure, and light.
I'll be a beacon of hope, in a world that's lost its way,
A shining star, that guides others, through the darkness of each day.
I was never born to suffer, I'm a winner, through and through,
A finisher, not just a starter, a victor, with a story anew.
I'll rise, and I'll shine, and I'll make my mark,
A trailblazer, a pathfinder, with a heart that's left its spark.
Can you hear the whispers
brought on by the wind storming?
Carried true by the harpers,
the tale the howls are forming?
Came a knock at the farmer's door,
a mailed fist with a fate to turn.
A sob, a wail, a call to war,
a boy, a son, home soon to yearn.
Soon a soldier strode from youth,
to the beat of the king's drum.
A shield his hide, a sword his tooth,
his pack stood the night to come.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
Silence broke to a thunderous horn,
the battle joined with the savage horde.
On a bloody tide he thus was borne,
death he granted and fury he roared.
Silence returned with a blade's sigh,
sanguine as it was ripped away.
A keen, a dirge, a mother's cry,
a man, a son, home soon to lay.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
A place to rest he was given,
a peace he has not taken.
To guard, to serve he is driven,
his will, his resolve unshaken.
So when you see a warrior's mound,
shed not a tear to hear the bugle -
hark rather the marching sound,
for he yet walks the vigil.
To wake and taste nothingness,
perhaps, is the cruelest feeling,
when ink craves to crease its lines
with truth that will not run
in recurring refrains
of a time-bruised routine,
where language reflects the lunatic
and words hold no weight.
Let the heart relearn hurt once more,
as the Reaper listens, loving
the pulse of my breathing sigh,
beholding me write longevity into the sky,
amidst iron syllables of steady seconds,
secretly savoring the stillness
of morning minutes that refuse finality…
Immersed in the current of continuity,
in love with the soul’s frequencies ~
I know my faith’s flame:
the rhapsody of a rose, unshaken…
Drawn to a scent that has appealed,
innocent heart lowers its shield
but betrayal sees trust shaken.
How may our broken heart be healed?
When we feel as such, forsaken,
it’s time for us to awaken,
rising above clouds of despair,
tranquil, blissful and unshaken.
Judging not, we become aware,
that those who did not with love pair,
came to teach, as of soul contract,
to forgive and for all souls care.
The code of love, in this way cracked,
we forge with God, a lifelong pact,
relinquishing expectation,
letting not lower mind detract.
Silence as our meditation,
our heart pulsates with elation
and so we flow, as does the breeze,
each life breath, soul’s celebration.
Free from overthinking disease,
our wounded heart thus heals with ease,
for within us glows flame of love,
witnessing life as but a tease.
In the cathedral of eternity, where time itself kneels in reverence,
Where stars are candles burning on the divine altar on high,
There Jesus, Savior and Sun-giver, makes His presence felt,
In the hearts of Christians - a living temple, an ark of salvation.
Their ocean of faith, a mirror without shores, unforeseen,
Upon its waves, only the Ark of Incarnation glides in peace,
For those who sail aside, compass-less, without Jesus to anchor the tale,
Navigate in false galleons, dreaming of a ray that embraces.
Here, in the palm of Jesus, souls gather like leaves in the wind,
Beneath the lofty dome, where the echo of grace is both melody and hymn,
He, the bread of life, the wine of salvation, shared on mine and your altar,
A sacred bond, transmuting the heart into an ark enshrined with mystery.
In Jesus, walls of the soul rise, surpassing imagination’s hold,
The living stones of His faith, an institution unshaken in purity,
Even in the howl of the tempest, Christians find shelter under reconciliation’s wing,
For they have The One, enrobed in the dawn of deathless love.
In the Gethsemane of other hearts, a prayer fades into whisper,
A shadow, seeking the light, in the maze of a vast doubt,
But Christians dine with God, they know Him by name,
He, their Shepherd, on the path to heaven, and in each shard of dream woven in name.
In their life, each step, a frame of iconostasis where God resides,
The ineffable made flesh, in Jesus, where heaven and earth in a dance are enjoined,
Their altars are hearts aflame, an eternal burning of the terrestrial angel,
In Jesus, the key to liberty, in a sacred chant - an everlasting mysterium.
In the secret chambers of my heart, where shadows whisper truths,
I've harbored a flame, a love that's grown, a devotion that seeks its muse,
You said we can only be friends, a gentle dagger to my soul,
Yet my love for you remains, unshaken, unwavering, an eternal, sacred vow.
I've prayed for you, on bended knee, in whispered sighs,
Begged the heavens to intervene, to guide you to my loving skies,
I've yearned for you, in every waking breath,
My heart, a flame that burns, a love that seeks its gentle death.
I'm jealous of the air that touches you, the ground you walk upon,
Afraid to lose you, to the world's cold, loveless throng,
I'm a man possessed, by a love that's pure, and true, and kind,
A love that's sought to claim you, to make you mine.
We fit, we match, our souls entwined,
Our personalities, a symphony, in perfect harmony designed,
You know me, out and through, my heart, my soul, my deepest fears,
Together, we'll create something big, something that transcends the years.
Supernatural love, heavenly matched hearts,
Our love will be the stuff of which legends are made, a work of art,
A masterpiece, a love that's strong, and true, and bold,
A love that will not rest, till we're entwined, forever to hold.
Oh, dearest, be mine, and I'll show you the depth of my love,
I'll cherish you, I'll honor you, I'll be your guiding star above,
I'll be your rock, your haven, your home,
I'll love you, with every breath, till my dying, mortal tone.
My love, it's not about wealth, or status, or fame,
It's about the love I have, the love that's pure, and real, and claims,
I may not have riches, but I have a heart that beats for you,
A love that's strong, and true, and forever, and anew.
Come to me, my love, please say yes,
Let me be your everything, your forever, your bliss,
I promise you, you'll never regret,
Loving me, loving you, our love, our fate, our sacred bet.
For I love you, with every fiber, with every breath,
My love, my heart, my soul, my life, my death,
I love you, and I'll love you till the end of time,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my rhyme.
A New Day’s Climb
Kevin Davis 2023
I woke up ready—
new day, new shot—
but the noise?
The noise wouldn’t stop.
Telling me, reach higher,
go farther,
be more.
Man…
I just wanted a new car.
But I reached anyway.
Not for the shine—
for the chance.
For something better
than just getting by
on circumstance.
Promotion on the table—
I took it.
Didn’t flinch.
Even when the weight of it
sat heavy on my chest
like a clinch I couldn’t slip.
More pressure.
More problems.
More eyes watching what I do.
But also—
more proof
of what I already knew.
I’m built for it.
New doors opened—
not quietly.
They swung wide
with responsibility.
And yeah—
challenges came.
Of course they did.
But I met them—
head-on.
No backing up.
No “maybe later.”
No “I’ll get to it.”
Just done.
And when the day got long—
when doubt tried to creep in—
Home was there.
Steady.
Unshaken.
My wife—
my reason
to keep going
when the climb feels endless.
We don’t fold.
We don’t quit.
We rise.
Together.
Every step forward
a reminder—
I didn’t come this far
to stay where I’ve been.
That fire?
Still there.
Still burning.
And now I see it—
clear as ever—
This isn’t just about success.
It’s about growth.
It’s about purpose.
It’s about building a life
where happiness
walks right beside the grind.
And this time—
I’m not chasing it.
I’m living it.
They tell me I can be whatever I choose—
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
You mock the divine order,
You call good evil and evil good!
You corrupt the air with confusion,
You trample the sacred covenant of marriage,
You spit upon the wisdom of the Almighty
And call it enlightenment!
But hear this: God is not mocked!
His Word stands unshaken,
His law is eternal,
His judgment is sure.
Do you not tremble before Him?
Do you not fear the One who holds your breath?
You drink from the cup of rebellion,
And judgment waits at the door!
But still, His mercy calls
Turn back before the fire falls!
Repent before the wrath descends!
For He who made man and woman
Has called it good and will not be silenced!
Glory to the Most High
The Alpha, the Omega,
The Righteous one who was, who is, and who is to come!
“You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zinn
Time has an interesting
way of revealing
riveting narratives,
embossed within ivory
clams in raven letters,
perhaps, it is the
crippling kismet,
that dahlia dreamers are
shackled by society’s
sanctimoniousness,
but I still follow my
roseate heart to swiftly
lead this pristine paragon
of moving minutes.
I can hear the wanton
wolves devour the
magnanimous moon,
transcribing unheard
nocturnal tales, emanating
through deep russet
eyes of a silent stallion~
as I leave poetic footprints
through heels of a black
caviar horse by
the nacreous shoreline.
Someday, the sun will rise
and allow me to embrace
colors of you again,
although torturous tentacles
of marine monsters malevolently
try to steal the soothing hope
within my soul,
from a thousand seas away.
If only they knew, skies
can reach beyond
prancing peacock dreams
emblazoning distant horizons,
with a plethora of
milky quartz, perfumed
in whispers of lemongrass,
reflecting silvery echoes
of a cosmic whale’s conch shell,
floating in an ancient bottle
of antique emotions,
anchored to the depths
of bottomless oceans,
where corals have
our fate rewritten
within chambered nautilus.
So, wait for me when
twilight dims, and meteor
showers come crashing,
to pour blazing stars
upon lime green planktons,
for my soul is surfing
through aquatic realms,
to find my homely
sanctuary in your arms
glossed in lavender balm,
I breathe beneath seraphic spheres,
devouring the ticking seconds,
dancing to the wind that whispers
in trembling tunes,
unafraid and unshaken
by the unknown.
I live in the moment,
celebrating the air that wraps
me in wisteria warmth.
The sun-soaked stairway
to porcelain
peacefulness,
is to steer your heart,
through the art
of mindfulness.
In the hush between midnight and memory,
I drift—untethered, yet bound by the weight
Of an anchor, cold and silent, at my ankle,
Sinking me softly into an ocean of night.
The water is velvet, the darkness complete,
Yet I dream, I wander, I hope—
For above, far above where the moon used to be,
A single light burns, unshaken, remote.
I reach, as if my arms were made of longing,
Straining past shadows, through currents that pull,
Eyes fixed on that distant illumination—
A promise, a beacon, a fragment of soul.
Sometimes I wonder if the night will claim me,
If the anchor’s embrace will become all I know,
But even as I sink, hope floats beside me—
Whispering, “Rise. Let the light make you whole.”
For the light in the dark is the dream I keep chasing,
A shimmer that breaks through the black of the deep,
And though I am heavy with sorrow and waiting,
I reach for the light—and the light reaches me.