Martyrs are saints
Consequential
Reborn heroes.
Everyone wants a ticket to Heaven
Only the penitent knows their fate
Nobody barters with Saints and Martyrs
Because the sacrifice is too great
They sung for the Lord in the synagogues
Raising mixed feelings to the music analysts
Voices mattered less, the message more precious
Preached his word in the land
The sacrifices they made to secure life!
In moments of trial, they testified of his goodness
Seeking his comfort when times were darker
Faith led their ways, hope guided their motives;
God was good in the old days,
He still was good in their days, resistant to change
He would forever be good!
Unmoved by threats, ready to battle for him,
The victory, he would grant them
Eternal peace was their prize,
So they bowed to human destruction,
Holding their flags firmly still.
What is forgotten
if time is a bluff
What is forsaken
if memory can rust
Where is the drama
the stage ill disposed
Where is tomorrow
today undisclosed
When were you certain
that certain you’re not
When did the hands
stop advancing your clock
How many seasons
must come and then go
How many reasons
to plant and not sow
Why search for glory
in legends unfound
Why only answered
—by martyrs and clowns
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Martyrs die
for clear faith ...
that is noble belief
Idiots die
for blind ignorance,
that is ignoble stupidity....
They kicked the chair, beneath my feet.
The rope it stretched and faced defeat.
As I fall, now I fall to breathe.
I lived a life with liars and thieves.
I fall now there, right on my knees.
The other side is sunny, light breeze.
They all seem to love me, green trees,
as they all live to follow just me.
I see no one around.
Is it me, or did the sinners drown?
My eyes keep on searching, my ears know no sound,
it’s either it’s hell, or everyone’s down.
I’m a sinner, it’s known.
Though my sins on their own,
can’t battle for thrones.
As I lived among tyrants, cruel and cold.
I ran out of chances, I ran out of strength.
They all kept on dancing, as the rope kissed my neck.
She stomped on my heart, she threw it right out,
I stood there in time and carried her crown.
And though here it’s peace
and my pain has now ceased,
I am begging God, please,
let her have my seat.
I will burn in the fire,
yes, that’s all I desire,
as long as she’s higher,
and breathes with a smile.
Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries.
Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish,
lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless.
The males sail to land and perish.
The beauty – a perfect cycle –
Perfect in the frantic frenzy,
the primal sinless spiral.
The process an unforgiving
two-year metamorphosis for
one day of long, lusty living.
flames crossing bound’ries
intense freedom rains terror
stirring living hell
the outback’s furnace
drying up tears — bottled up
water thirsts for life
warm hands wait for the ejection of koalas, kangaroos and kin. standing guard with cool plastic ready to pour forth mercy into parched throats - forest dwellers seek human kindness, no longer threatened by strangers, welcoming their treasured hope.
1/6/2020
Their blood was spilled
Your church was built
But to them it never occurred
To deny the Word
Of Truth that set them free
Assuming of Heaven to be.
Even joyful singing was heard
You, their Lord, they preferred
Their church buildings burned
But not one turned
They were spurned
For what they said,
"Jesus is raised from the dead".
Yet, hope through them was bred
Hope that there is the Way
To our Creator's heart that day
When Jesus the price had to pay
Out of love for us He freely gave
His life laid down the Way did pave
Fasting, not counting the cost
To the wind all fear is tossed
Sleepless, just to pray
Trusting Jesus day by day
Seeing miracles by His name
To own or not, it's just the same
Freedom from sin and guilt
On this the Faith is built!
Keeping in the Bible of His Word
They rest and eat, love preferred
To life itself
His truth puts all else on a shelf
Forgotten, all forgiven
In Him, their Heaven!
the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex.
stripped of his royal robe, thrown
into a desiccated cistern,
Israel would fill that well
with his tears.
Years later in Ramah,
his mother —
Rachel would weep.
Why O Why
the sacrifice?
one child breathes —
to Egypt they would flee.
the little martyrs keep watch
as the Bethlehem babe matures.
amazed —
witnesses to the greatest
sacrifice that saved them from unfettered fate.
the cost of mankind —
the pregnant sin,
a cancerous growth
that gifts…
that Christmas child —
his heart a solo star.
his blood and tears spar
with the curse.
healing of the earth,
happily ever after.
12/3/2018
Sunset, before dark ... you broke your promise
Forging a Japanese sushi knife ready for attack
Days which is controlled by negative conventional thinking
It does not work to knock on every door when you fall
Fear and suffering, human threat is not necessarily death
When the wind blows, hungry wolves respond
But the wolf shall not be killed with a lie or broken promises
In the dark a shadow of a face of misery
It makes me doubt what you're thinking
When bitterness becomes your best friend
The black sun is an overwhelming image
Like the ocean in the storm with foam of transparent suffering
No one has the right to kill "in the name of religion"
17-04-2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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You established the pillars of courage.
Joined the edifices of steadfastness.
You left behind the legacy of true committment.
Left behind the legacy of pious struggle.
You formed the refined way.
The way to the goal; Freedom!
With your each drop of sacred blood,
You framed the path of true Resilience.
With your voice,
You gave us confidence.
The confidence to fight,
Against Injustice and Oppression.
We miss your righteous existence.
As well your celebrated Resistance.
Our generations of generations salute you.
For they got ultimate inspiration from you.
The Book of Martyrs- Emily Dickinson
We are less afraid;
Faithful till we
Shine above hymn.
English Martyrs
As we were preaching, praying,
sharing Gospel, we were arrested,
tried for treason and executed
for sharing Jesus’ faith and his signs of graces.
We were priests, apostles, prudent men.
We lived in times where it was a crime
to celebrate Eucharist, say the Mass,
to participate in sacraments as if they were bad things.
Eucharist, nourishment of the soul,
which cleanses venial sins.
Who has the power over man conscience,
over Ethics and freedom?
Who can make crime out of a belief?
Corrupt monarch indeed.
Indian Army did it for our martyrs,
Our life is owe upon the martyrs,
We're saluting fighting martyrs,
A satire message by martyrs,
Life is only for country as martyrs,
Medals are hats-off on uniform of martyrs,
Awards are hats-off on the life of martyrs,
A hot feeling towards family of martyrs,
No reparation is useful for family of martyrs,
They want revenge over the golden lives of martyrs,
Martyrs... Martyrs... & Martyrs...
I salute over the golden lives of martyrs.
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