Being what he was
— he’d already been
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Categories:
morphosis, change,
Form: Free verse
I heard a voice convicting me
prompting calling
knocking at my door
to turn back to God
...drawing me
The Holy Spirit helped me
to op'ed this door
I heard Jesus
He came through
He dined with me and I with He.
I understood I’m born again
made free,eyes opened
now I see !
Deep in my mind's eye
A vision, clear as day
The face of this man
had become known to me
& I began to walk His way
In Christ I am
made right by Him
blessed by grace
Born anew*
by the Spirit
my counsellor friend
& guide
On a future day**
to be
changed in a moment
with a new resurrection body
* Feb 1987
**First Resurrection tba
Categories:
morphosis, change,
Form: Bio
It’s of a great immense pleasure
To be with thou poesy!
Wherein the deeper organs
Responds to the invisible senses
And the Inquisitive knowledge
Reacts to the world unknown
Mines a longing mind
And it’s that mystic morphosis
That lulls on maneuvering moods.
It’s quite curious to know;
Where the whirlwind deep within
Ahead’s to & take shape.
Gives form to the uncertain norm,
And that longs me; to be with thou poesy!
Categories:
morphosis, meaningful, metaphor, motivation, passion,
Form: Sonnet
Drifting here and there like a shadow is like darkness you cant reach. The more you see the more you want to forget. Taken a breath is nothing, but surviving the breath is a miracle. The darkness forms, swirling in every morphosis of your being, but when you look back there is nothing but emptiness. The emptiness surrounds you and its hard not to listen, waiting for something, anything to jolt you back to reality. Does reality exist or are you living in a dream? You scream and scream but the only sound you make, only the darkness can hear you. Darkness and light mixes in with your eternal soul. Both are fighting each other for power. Which one do you control or do you let them control you? 1/14/2013
Categories:
morphosis, confusion,
Form: Free verse
No, no, no
something wasn't right
isn't right
never right
Morphed again
drinking coke, smoking.
searching - pushing
not right
Circles, more circles
red, black, yellow
circles around my brain, BIG
aarrggghh that's better
something is right
Light, there must be light
shade, paint, more
more
it's not right, never right
Darkness
not perfect for godsake nothings perfect
don't seek
don't
I don't like the circles
paint em
more paint
arrrgghhh that's better
feeling better now.
Morphed again.
Categories:
morphosis, art
Form: Prose Poetry