Morning rebirth.
Stirred by a dream.
Rendered my serenity.
For the soft requiem.
Defer our mortal fate.
For life awaits.
With all of its virtue.
And veiled charades.
Orison
We all sinners since we are beginners,
Regardless the forbidden fruit filled the stomachs of our ancestors.
He believes in us, but do we believe in him?
Feeding on negativity thus not anticipating the results to be positive,
Praying for miracles, expecting mythical gods to consumate what we polluted.
I hope redemption through salvation remains on the cards.
Dark, dreadful, dead-pan is the society we breath on.
Freedom through the consensus with a sphnyx, please forgive us we are simply victims of life....
Amen!
Hearken oh mother of light
Listen to the crys of thy children
Who cry to you for inkspiration
Hear us we humbly pray
Listen dear mother of light
She who illuminates the sun
Our flesh is from your soil, your sons
Do we even know our rights?
Mother of light, help me to write
Let my muse be free like a mouse
That I pen down my verse like pearls
So I can live while am gone
Mother of light, guide our leaders aright
Let our lands flow like rivers
That we might have an abundance of harvest
Not of blood or youths taken in thier prime
Hearken oh mother of light
The supplications of thy children
Who needs to be inkspired
To write a nation anew.
Gloomy clouds floated smearing the soul
My stare caught a wisp fluttering wild
Lost as I was, yet was then lost again
Anxious look made me gasp in vain
Calm and shaking my senses stood
Graceful smile which was full of life
Pacing and zealous, the time stood still
The world could've ended, heart yet feels
And if the stylus could depict wholly true
Pray to be a bard forever whose verses are you
Tell me the tales where love never lost
A maiden that loved, a warrior that fought
Awaken this soul, fill it with moonlight
Rustling leaves of chuckle painting my night
Walking away and drowning the daydream
Wonder when i'll see a wonder so serene
Delirious and lucid, crazy heart strolls away
Wish time had stopped, you could have stayed
If an ode in this realm could praise wholly true
Pray to be a bard forever whose verses are you
a pleiades poem
Our blessed Father, in whom we find our true worth.
Order the thinking of our leaders here on earth.
Occupy our nation in these upside-down days.
One and Only Redeemer, Your standard we raise
Off’ring up repentance for grace we can’t merit,
Obeying the calm, rousing voice of Your Spirit.
Oversee our great land, bring your crucial rebirth.
Let my words
be my words, penned true
from my being-ness,
Let my words
be consistent
with open-ness
Let my words
be profusely scribed
with no relapses in between
Let my words
be of harmonious sound
throwing no slander around
Let my words
make reason
to the rhymes
Let my words
have logic
flowing along the lines
Let my words
be pleasing to hear
for the listening ear
Let my words
be my words of prayer
spoken from my mind.
Sacred moon love dance…
Quickens all chakra spinning…
Raises vibration...
Beneath the candles of the sky
I find my altar brown
The cushions damp upon the ground
And for leafless ceiling sigh
Against this its vain to pray
The climate constant change
Yet is my custom at end of day
To thank him for the strange