Often we know what we want
but then again God knows better
His ways to us don't figure out
but we should learn from His letter
When God chastens us in His love
it's for our good He brings correction
learn to trust in the Lord your God
for you were always His selection
This is the story of God's love
never forget no matter His plans
God always, always wants the best
for you are tight in God's clan
God is your heavenly father
who does everything in love
always having that in His view
to have a relationship like a glove
God's children are His own possession
for the Lord counts them as His delight
nothing can take away the love of God
it lifts you up into your heavenly flight
(My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline
or be weary of his reproof,
for the Lord reproves him whom he loves,
as a father the son in whom he delights.)
Proverbs 3: 11,12 (ESV)
Categories:
reproves, god, love hurts, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Her silent steps the night takes,
ink-stained fingers sculpt erotica:
she is the child of disillusionment.
Crooked smile hears the words outside her head-
within reach, but not quite.
The mirrors in her room reflect
the kohl of her achievements;
she is a stream long run dry
in desperation for agriculture.
The cigarettes blister her lips
in the careless moments of broken shards;
she is the firefly caught in the summer storm,
beckoning lights have shut the windows.
Her world towers and reproves the thought
of her in the charcoal street;
she is a flower that blooms by the roads,
feeds on the dust
and craves to be steel.
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Date: 06 / 11 / 2016
Categories:
reproves, depression, emotions, freedom, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Skyscrapers of glass
and steel with spiky spires rise
over the brick houses
covered by their wide shadows.
The powerful amber sun
over the Equinox
makes them glisten
as if they were cathedrals
in which dwells
a pretentious god,
not the God I worship.
Compared to them
we are small ants crawling,
frightened by their metrical structures
that are more awesome than
the impressive Pyramids of Egypt
scorched by the intense heat.
If the deluded Babylonians
couldn't reach Heaven,
could we? Doesn't it still seem
a paradoxial concept?
Beyond the atmosphere,
there are many Heavens
once thought to be the dwelling
of the mythical and belligerent gods
who fought with the rebellious mortals.
Is our God in a similar place,
or does He dwell in each believer's heart?
Mine has no heaven, no mystical throne;
He is the only Omnipotent God
who reproves and chastens, but also loves.
Find yours not looking above,
but in the virtuous deeds you must do daily.
Written on 4/26/ 2016
Categories:
reproves, bible, conflict, god, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Thank you for coming on short notice, sir.
A drink, perhaps, before we speak of her?
No? To bus’ness then. Ending civil strife
Requires me to move against my wife.
I trust that you will note I’m not to blame
When you have heard how I’ve been put to shame.
She scolds me when I’ve had too much to eat,
Objects when I explain my right to cheat,
Upbraids me when I sleep ‘til after noon,
Laughs at my goal to own the sun and moon,
Reproves me when I covet what is theirs,
Knocks my hauteur and all my “put-on airs.”
My fury at this treatment you must see;
I need your legal skills to set me free.
1/31/2016
Categories:
reproves, irony, vanity,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
spewing forth words of exaltation,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
Thy tongue reproves your own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand thy offer a pat on the head
with the other, a knife till victim lay dead
With thy dagger you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
whose deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you thus when Senate had begun?
What led thee to the darkness succumb?
And whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know you earned blame, not praise.
Categories:
reproves, betrayal, character,
Form: Sonnet
When the mind with numbers grappled
The heart with thoughts dabbled
When the eyes on the ledgers are fixed
The soul with different hues mixed
To keep the different personas
From trespassing I strive hard
When one dominates the other
The other retards
The heart disobeys the mind
The mind reproves the heart
The tug of war continues
The form bearing the wrath
At last the form too rebels
Expressing in its own way
This story is not new
Has spared only a few
Some say follow the mind
Some say follow the heart
But is not the mind incomplete
Without the company of the heart
One signifies necessity
The other desire
To strike a balance between the two
Lies the success of the affair
Categories:
reproves, lifeheart, heart,
Form: Verse