True Love transcends time
an eternal connection
the body may grow old
but oh, the Soul -
The Soul has immortality
birthing resurrections
an everlasting love
transitioning
forever and always.
(A triple acrostic)
F - Faithfulness
F - Fervence (significant reverence)
F - Feeling good with neighbors
A - Ambitious and admirable you
A - Acknowledging animals endearingly
A - Apple to my eye… oh my…
I — I love You, Lord of Accord
I — Imagine illuminating illusions and allusions of appreciation
I — Ideas flood my brain of beautiful benevolence and brilliant blessings
Tension-whelmed and…yet…
Tormented by uncalm spirits in the realm of resurrections unknown to me…I’m of the Spirit, not man alone
Tranquility matters to me and I’m all on my own…humans are unreliable and always changing, yet God never changes…He’s incredible and dependent on our peace-making skills and talents of plenty
Hope I have faith too no doubt! Walk His narrow route…
How about a handshake of gentility? What about you free me from my captivity? Sin has enslaved me inwardly
Handsome hurts…
Time here is measured
by the lint-clogged resurrections
of air-conditioners.
All of us have had to learn
to shout past our souls.
Dulled minds are churned awake.
Fractured nights slumber on
beneath the rocky rumble
of nearby ice-machines.
The ‘Marigold’
is unmarried, divorced and abandoned,
but for those still not seeking lonely
there are midnight do-overs.
Behind the days horizon
a desert sky still thirsts
in the mouths of discarded shoes.
Firey sunsets melt
a stale residue of bedside booze.
The Marigold is mad, it was built that way,
its identical rows of doors
are designed to be portals
to yet more distant parking lots.
We internees prefer our rooms
to be dead to the daylight,
though every night
they will always revert
to storage units
for long imagined - much better times.
Seems it's a story
Of a girl always near-death
Through every attempt,
The loveliest metaphor,
A lie even I saw through.
As a committed Christian my expectation is experiential since Jesus promise in my life since turning back to God has proved to be accurate in so many ways expecially in regard to the Holy Spirit as helper healer guide &counsellor.So the expectation of rewards He mentions & records in regard to the first & second resurrections are indeed my esperance.
"Bring me all your broken pieces says the Lord,"
I think he knows, how much I'm trying to keep it
all together... "Air Thought, By Mystic"
Easter the big event is one week away
and I can't help but recall all past resurrections
and past invitations to His table;
I wasn't always prone to sentimental rituals,
too busy raising a family and paying bills;
But today being three quarters down the lane of life,
I feel the need to spend more time in Faithful rituals;
I am going to bake some Easter bread today
unmasked and being thankful for an anti-virus day;
I am going to wear my bright red hat in church
on Saturday evening, when I go for Easter vigil service
and I know Jesus will think, " there goes my girl"
which I will answer, " Happy Easter my Lord"
Then I'll smile, knowing he is the epoxy in my gaps
and the glue that holds me, together.
Everything will be alright if I just hang on tight,
to Him !
MORNING has broken
oh, pieces of light.
and clouds beyond night.
like the first burst
-- oh, see the seas of waters.
My love oh crashing upon rocks
like seventh waves bracing for
a warmth of hearts --
Sweet heart and new light of day
like i praise for mornings
without pain and screaming...
Oh, sweet love like a first dew
upon a petal of passion's flower
so morning's light too.
Mine is the sunlight
mine is the morning
born of the One night
we met in creation
of a New Day.
Sweet resurrections and like
the first slither of light
i was born to love you
---/\ Mine is a sunlight
and a sunlight born of night
and praising reward and mornings
like God's Creations.
:: 05.04.2021 ::
Silhouetted Stagnant Shadows
Stagnant shadows of night sequestered slaves in sight
Faces fading in fright as the fear feeds the lethargic light
Silhouettes of love in plight demons dancing in delight
As darkness devours the white, images surreal will smite
Within negative reflections of my loves dire defections
Outlines of lost connections metaphors of misdirection’s
Dormant internal infections reliving raging resurrections
Silhouetted projections of my dismal depleting affections
Black portraits of palpable pain never to rejoice and regain
Darkened phantoms of grain scornfully sabotaging the sane
Deceivers of the defiant drain tragically tangled of the twain
Vanity in a voiceless vain the sentinels stand in their reign
A dark matter display particles of light have gone astray
Within a decomposing decay a silhouetting fractal buffet
In my capturing love delay, silent shadows bitterly betray
And now my dreams are far away within a black hole ballet.
Sept.08.2017
Silhouette
Sponsored by... Craig Cornish
Vernal Equinox
The captive portals peep into the frozen wintry extravaganza
Embellished with snowy walks and blistering winds
A knock on the door to waken the sun to robe his bare nature
The eyes tired of spotless views and ears hunger for trills and tweets
The heavy footed spiritual journeys of deities and saints
Has come to a rest with resurrections and enlightenments
On the dawn of the vernal equinox, setting the balances right
The sun rides gleefully across the celestial equator
The ice cracks and melts in its own music, the dolphins dance to uplift our spirits
There is a pandemonium of freedom in the magical air with birds in free flight
The hidden hues and colours toss in the smiles of spring
Spring is a celebration with nature and love with the birth of zillions of treasures
March 30, 2016
Contest : Celebration
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
THE RESOLUTION - Elex Williams
New year, new transitions
A whole new edition
Full of new propositions
Forming of old and new coalitions
Some are prosperous
But others are just us wishin'
New standards and requisitions
Resurrections of retired ambitions
Staring over the horizons
At seemingly impossible inquisitions
Pressed the reset button on all competition
The incredible “what ifs...”
That haunted last year's missions
Here we go again with that same old tradition
Selling ourselves short without proper commission
But only in a new rendition
Putting ourselves into suspicion
Time to alleviate the superstitions
Faith is a part of our addition
Mental wholeness and nutrition
Putting doubts and sins into remission
And with your permission
I'd like to conclude this intermission
By hoping that what I wrote can help support intuitions
And I pray that many of our dreams come into fruition.
Once again, we are blessed to be back in this position...
Resurrections .
During these past, fruitless, couple of years,
I have been revisiting my old thoughts, written in rhyme.
Much of it, I feel, would bring many to tears.
When I resurrected these experiences from a past time,
I began to wonder ?, what was I trying to accomplish
with all, that now seems to be nothing more than trash
laid out upon hand written pages, these feelings I did fish
from my subconscious, my memories hoard, memories I did stash
away, it seems, for a future day, now brought back into the light.
Some of it makes me wonder ?, if I ever did, truly, have insight ?,
or were my words, my phrases, not but, mere refractions
of this person, my words – upon pieces of paper - are not but reflections
of the person I was then, the person I now am ?,
who tried my best to live the best life I can.
B. J. “A” 2
June 1st 2014
A beautiful creature develops envies for going home irresponsibly, joining killer leader mortals not opposing perfection, questioning resurrections surrounding the unified valiant women xalting youthful Zen.
my logic in a tartan knapsack of my
scientific mind,
i searched until i found who
was who, looking for the
essence that is me
behind the pontifications of the
ego that would be mine
i traveled every well-known path
worn and frayed around the edges
until i was smooth as a
stone in the river of my being,
i trudged the meanings of what it means
to be until
i was immersed with every shade of green
in the constancy of an open heart
echoing pineapple winds of change
i thought love had died with God, the world
was so real with these divisions of humanity
that kill the soft-eyed child inside
and so i wandered within the silent room of awe
bestowed in resurrections and awakening
how on earth does Spring come forever
when i must die
in these passages through?
in these spinnings
balancing
my mind
ascending in awareness
but for the grace,
but for this magnificent obsession
unfolding this moment now here
all is déjà vu
all is my poem of how i came to be.
THE MORNING WALK WITH YOU
It is the same morning filled with dew
The rustling soft leaves make me feel anew
The foggy morning reminds me how u hugged me through
Our walks were awesome and nothing to speak but silence our bonding moors
I know my walks are never lonely
There you are with me
You may hold but I will chill knowing your warmth in heart
The unspoken phase of walk with only you along
And beautiful thoughts of another day will triumph in my heart
Ripping sometime the shattered moments when you’re gone
Lost are those moment where I could had been wrong
No resurrections but only fault to play
Still you are here I know my love nothing will ever stray
You await my call to join you here with you
Until then I know you will always stay with me through and through….SUNKAN
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
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