Let me share with you
a story of love
Of God's only Son
sent down from above
He came to free me
free me from all strife
He came to see me
see me get new life
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Christ died on the cross
cruel Calvary
Suffered intense pain
to the nth degree
Redeemed me from death
from death He waived me
He gave me new breath
new breath that saved me
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Buried in the tomb
rose on the third day
He will come again
To take me away
To heaven, I will rise
Will rise to meet Him
In the open skies
'pen skies to greet Him
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
BRIDGE:
How can I be silent?
Christ died for you and me
For us, He was God-sent
Accept Him, this my plea...
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Jesus bled for you... And me...
betrayal is mischievous,
a thief of trust, and a loser for hopefuls,
to lose a soul, but to gain a soulmate
and to hold a familiar existence
yet again, you will die from your own fate
i lost myself when i found whom,
to kneel down for God's mercy
to find myself in the midst
of someone's recognition—
i may found me in him,
through Him
as tragic as it seems to be,
i would rather pray for his forgiveness
than for me, not because i am the ideal
but as a woman that would use
every parts of me
to let him know God
for God to let him be forgiven
i may be unsure for the longing
of seeking a soul,
to bury your wholeness, to know
my identity for the nth time
to know God again
to kneel down
even if it takes my soul to decay again—
even if it takes to plead for Him to find my soulless self,
without seeking for another soul to tie
still,
to whisper a prayer—
not to ask a soul to embrace mine, Yahweh,
to let it sit with my silence,
but to let them find a place,
even if my absence
becomes the answer to that plea
They drift into my mind quite frequently,
those memories of days when I was free
of classrooms, books, and teachers. I could be
an unencumbered child. Time was the key
that opened doors to creativity
for kids performing their own comedy
and posing for those snapshots all would see.
Backyards transformed to wonderlands as we
rode piggyback and played with buoyancy.
Green grass served as a cushy mat for me.
A little rest made summer tiredness flee;
then I pursued fun to the nth degree.
Behind and to your left I'll be
Supporting to the nth degree
I don't care to be out front
To play with you is all I want
Turn around if you're not sure
I'll be back there keeping score
Ready with some affirmation,
Encouragement, and motivation
Worry not, I'm covering
All you have to do is sing
And if you start to feel weary
Come and rest your head on me
I'll hold you and I'll tell you things
Words of love in whisperings
And I'll take care of everything
All you have to do is sing
It hits my nose
Vanilla rose
An onyx ring
Wow, can she sing!
This bluebird fair
With long brown hair
And gorgeous eyes
Yeah, butterflies
The brightest smile
Seen from a mile
Her very essence
Onstage presence
In denim, dresses
She impresses
Clicks and cues
And comfy shoes
Boots at times
The stuff of rhymes
Ok, I'll stop
I've said alot
But there's much more
I hold in store
The nth degree...
Believe you me
flattery and compliments oozed out of her
she would apple polish a weirdo, a cur.
a suave sycophant of the nth degree
her nose as brown and smelly as an eye can see
Adding together
numbers and colors
red + 7 sku’d
Living in another
event horizon
yellow + 1 = Q
Orange + 31
sweetness defined
Euclidian paradox
Counting + feeling
the universe prime
— nth truth outside the box
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Sands Of Time
Memories in the hourglass
tumble and fall
feelings receding
— meaning recalled
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Then when it's time to go to sleep
Lay your head upon my chest
And listen to my breathing, deep
And strong, excluding all the rest
It's only you my heart beats for
My bluebird, you're who I adore
I love you to the nth degree
And hope that soon you'll be with me
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
I think big of a new day,
With expectations on my way,
Of being a better version,
Of what I was yesterday.
A new day begins, a few minutes pass
I hope for motivation to long last
But never does it happen, it's an ugly fact
My mind keeps on deviating from its actual track.
I spend a couple of hours
being absolutely unproductive
"I'll stop at the nth - hour"
That's a fake truth comforting
Watching pointless stuff on my phone
I have truly mastered
The art of wasting my time
It's an unpaid job where I've prospered.
But when asked about my productivity rate
by those relatives with whom you can never relate
I start panicking and create a whole mess
Of coming and going stories but still no progess.
I look back at myself,
the n - number of days wasted,
tears roll down my face,
and my heart is full of regret.
That's when I realize,
that I have a hard way to go,
and so my journey begins,
but just then something happens,
"A notification sound?" perhaps my best friend,
and I believe you have predicted what happens next,
by now I have made this journey for more complexed,
yet this cycle keeps on repeating itself.....
Eyes of sapphire, dazzling blue
Locks my gaze, looks right through
Mine, honey brown, together blends
Behold your beauty apprehends
Heartbeats sync, pulses one
Desire grows, exponential sum
Squared then cubed, the nth degree
This passion that's inside of me
Cannot be measured, yet contained
Impulse, I try to keep well trained
You know, it's there yet out of view
I want more, I want you
...Someday...
Quartered buttons and doldrums
fill in—if not
for the scorn of silence
her inmost being wrestles
for the nth time.
Why hearing all
this screech of dust
imbued in every corner?
The afternoon heat besets
her so much.
Moving away—she
knows is a cowardly stance.
She finds herself gambling
with Solitude. Laying
All her cards—the aces of
hearts and spades. The game
she knows—
isn't over yet…
but sensing the faint light
from afar, her lips
curve a smile. She
whispers, "I am
almost there."
She holds that promise
in her heart.
Big Daft Dave
With his smiley round face
Has left this life
For a maybe better place.
I'd not seen him
For many a long while
But I'll never forget
His why me smile
Or his great
Infectious grin;
Dave was never slow
At getting them in.
Too late I heard
He'd just recently passed
But he'd remained a card
To the very last.
His cremation arranged
To the nth degree
The minister said,
As it was told to me,
When asked if he would like
Any Effects put in his coffin
He apparently said
Put a fire extinguisher in
Humour me
For pity’s sake
Just in case
You’ve made a mistake
Big Daft Dave
Always loved the absurd
As he showed with those few
Almost final words.
I can see him now
With that big daft grin
At a heavenly bar
Getting his round in,
And wearing all the while
That great big daft why me smile.
Read my heart now, open me
Take me down to Avonlea
Sit with me in Carmody
Study me and you will see
A man who with intensity
Doth love with an immensity
To move a mountain to the sea
Or climb the biggest redwood tree
And at the top proclaim to thee
Affections to the nth degree
bright orange explosion waking the mind
brings one back to a more dangerous time
haunted gaunt face of starving, frightened child
the chilling results of egos gone wild
thick black smoke of a village on fire
outcomes from authoritarian ire
now chaos surrounds with nowhere to run
but a sociopath's version of fun
decay and mayhem is all that there be
not with eyes but mind at times forced to see
shivering tremors brought on by a dream
fear not the result of what may be seen
bad behavior taken to nth degree
making remembrance the reality
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