She offered him a single rose to stay the night inside,
But he a prince, and she a hag, the Prince her rose denied.
He thus began to close the door, retreating to his space,
But the old hag’s repulsiveness then melted from her face.
The Prince tried to apologize, for with his eyes he saw
A beauty unsurpassed that left him standing there in awe.
A true enchantress was the hag; she’d issued him a test,
But he had failed, for he would not admit her as a guest.
A curse she placed upon him then, that changed would be his form,
And as a beast he’d live until his heart he could reform.
If his own selfishness he beat and he to love could learn,
His freedom from his beastly state the Prince could one day earn.
His curse brought him despair, and harsh it was to say the least;
He lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?
WHILE I STARE
While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?
Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we've turned immorality into our Tommy
Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones
While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends
Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.
I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.
-Emmiasky Ojex
In present days and times
Of twisted wit for dimes
Where many have lost their highest priority
Just for that which is vanity
Neglecting our master's will
Of love, trust, and goodwill.
Even in this earthly walk of contention
Men have lived with deceit and pretension
But every soul in itself knows of a day to come
Where we all want of valued substance to become.
So, our master deviced a way
For reconciliation and freedom for Alway
But for vain ambition and impudence
We reject this honour of a bright Coalescence
"Just to pursue vices and pervicatiousness".
In love, our master awaits our return
If our repulsiveness we will overturn
And turn onto the bright side
And with him have an aside .
Then after earthly departure
And at that crucial juncture
His love on our behalf will decree
An eternity of being whole and free.
i never thought of how it could have been.
i never imagined how it would be.
all i know is that i am grateful that
my lord did not come down from the cross
i know that if he did the evil one would have won and we would have been destroyed
by Fear, Cynical, Decrepit,Grimace,Grotesque, & Repulsiveness.
we would have been savages
slaves to something unexplainable.
this world as we know it would have been destroyed.
our ancestors would have been killed
& life as we know today would not exist..
so looking at the life we have
the life that was given to us
threw the sacrifice of our Lord Jesus
i am grateful that he stayed on the cross
& took my sins & freed my soul
and taught me the most important
HOW TO LOVE...
Why square? I wondered
Drifting together in a stream of faith;
Broken promises, shattered ambitions, hopeful desperation and the misled
Like a river we flow
Revolving, spinning, orbiting
Here, at this very place
Here lies the direction for those who seek
But why square?
A myriad of people from various walks of life
Flocked in this once barren land
Like migratory birds they came, with a call to answer
A rhythm to complete
As did the one who built it
But why square?
Perhaps it’s the rigidity, or the flaw-seeking locals,
Or the bawling puppets who stick like mould to stone
Wonder if it’s justified to ask so many questions
After all, it is not meant to complicate
Repulsiveness surged in me
Now’s not the right time...
To commit is to surrender; bare and defenseless
My mind’s a web and heart infested
Perhaps
It’s for those who spiral southwards
For in the square’s a circle of solace
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