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Yung “Waay” Nila
Yung “Waay” nila
Na lumalabas sa
Kanilang bunganga
Ay parang iligal na
Gamot o droga
Nananalot ng kapwa
Masakit sa biktima
Masarap sa kanila
Dapat ay matigil na.
-12/09/2022
(Dumarao)
*Against the Waay Sayers
Pouring wisdom words of gold
Sinners and saints seeking soul
Amethyst hearts embracing prayers
Lavender wishes despite nay sayers
My God is great make no mistake
(This poem is a direct challenge to skeptics who know nothing about love)
You speak of imbalance,
of pain and sorrow,
but our love stands solid,
a form so true.
Square in its goodness,
with all its virtue,
we defy your doubts,
we welcome tomorrow-
A perfect shape
for all to borrow.
I am the keeper of all things
Always closed and never open
Never to share
Never to whisper
I am the one listening to all your frustrations your aggravations and the things that piss you off in your life your job everything
Never to share
Never to whisper
I am the one sinking in the shadows as a temporary guest
Hearing what they all say about everything yet for me
Never to share
Never to whisper
I am the one that slowly defends in the shadows against nay sayers
Yet for your nay sayers I am also the keeper of all things
Never to share
Never to whisper
While you sit there coldly i want you to remember
I am always closed never open
Never to share
Never to whisper
I am the one to promise never to say a word
For me that is a promise held dearly regardless of what is being said in the shadows
The shadows is where the whispers come from take them for a grain of salt for I have not done anything
At the end of the day
I am the keeper of all things for everyone
Always closed never open
Never to share
Never to whisper
One angel Matthew
Saw, outside the tomb, inside
Mark seen one angel
Luke and John seen two
Inside the tomb they saw both
It’s a perspective
We come to conclude
The same account, differing
Seen and believed it
Perspectives, what one
missed one accounted for
There's no problem
The nay-sayers will
Say the Bible is in err
Who are they to say?
Omniscient God
Has decreed it to be this
Way, who can contend?
Let the man who can
Answer the rhetorical
Question posed to Job
In-directedness
Speculation evasion
That is their tactic
Specification
Delineation is the
Way, Truth and the Life
Confession, repent
All you naturalist-ers
Again say repent
Science does not have
A monopoly on all
things, it can't account
For ethics that's a
Christian world and life view
Abstractions known
Borrowed to make sense
Of a view all natural
Laws don't grow on trees
~ Life Is a Kaleidoscope ~
5/25/2026
Life is a game, so, which role do you choose to play?
In lifes’s cacophony of human hearts on display?
What is your role in this drama of millions of metrical, truth-sayers?
I ask myself this, whenver a poem, in moonlight mist, I conjure up to post.
Not expecting a comment from anyone, or to be lauded,
at a literati roast!
I’d much prefer to write poet songs, home alone about
the glory, or angst of relationships.
These are the songs, that dreams are made of, in the moonglowing-sapphiric experience.
Forever dreaming of soft, magical, deep verbiage and longing to hear love’s tender, calls.
The ecstasy, the dreaming, of kissing his expectant
lips, beneath rainbow-misted,of lit gentle, waterfalls.
Do we shape the poem,verily,or..does the magic of a
poem shape us?
Are we here to impress, or dare we try to really connect with another’s spititus?
Gloomy old Gus sure ain't my claim to fame
Upbeat and happy, they're both my middle names
There sure ain't no future in promoting ill will
Every morning the sun still peeks over the hill
There's enough negativity in the world to go round
So let's not encourage this scourge with a frown
You've only got one life to live then it's done
So let's be remembered for promoting good fun
It may seem quite difficult at times to achieve
But it's never too late if we all still believe
Things will be better for our kids and their kids
If we just put our trust in the joy in our midst
In this happiness sermon I'm trying my best
Some say you'll never succeed in your quest
But I say to these nay sayers, listen my friends
No one's invincible so laugh till the end
There is great purpose and awesome potential within, however the image in a mirror can sometimes become distorted.
When God made you in his image, She made you fearfully and wonderfully which has been divinely reported.
How you see the image in the mirror can be a magnet that pulls you into your glorious destination.
The image you should see is full of love, beauty, compassion, and a complete absent of fear or degradation.
The past reflections may say you're not good enough, you're not strong or smart enough, keeping one in bondage, which is not the image of your absolute royal calling.
Pay no attention to nay sayers and negative connotations concerning your plans and dreams when goodness and mercy follow you, stay focused to avoid stumbling or falling.
See yourself as God sees you, empathic, caring, confidant, compassionate, loyal, and regal royalty you were created to be.
Know that you are preciously valuable and the magnificent forces in you are more powerful than dark principalities that hinder you from being free.
Shadows are unforgiving,
stark in relief,
dark in infill.
These stiff hollow silhouettes
of gutted entrails
follow us around,
lacking the detachment
to avoid being brutally honest
about our outline shape and
where we've been and why.
We avoid looking back at
the shadowy dark-side behind us
that is plain as day
to those who watch our
tell-tale umbras
that trail behind
as tails
as wagging truth sayers,
dark, stark, stiff
unforgiving naked,
rear-view selfee cut-outs.
After much planning and preperation, that day comes when everything is seamless and comes together naturally.
That is the point where understanding combines with wisdom that shows you different paths to enhance your chemistry.
The world you build is one without stress and the absence of violance or drama.
Constuct a world of compassion, sincerity, honesty, consideration, of giving spirits and loving relationships with no trauma.
Finally arriving at the precipus or pinnicle of success, in all areas of your life you can see a clear vision of what is ahead.
The Pinnicle of success is the beginning of another journey, another adventure where scheptics and nay sayers fear to tread.
Be bold in commanding what ever your benevolent desires may be for it is your birth right.
Take the helm and acquire control of the tremendous power within you and turn dreams into reality that once was far out of sight.
The data is coming.' From the past three years
Its bright and cheerful, dispelling many fears
Much false info, falls by the way.' Reality in this
Land has plenty to say.' They are free of covid
Less than 19 dead today that is ' what path did
They travel the fear load to shed? I think they
Were the lightest hit? Throughout the world yes
No 'b s' I mean thats just it.! Lets add Bulgaria
A jabless land, seens like not planning for a
Disaster, was the winning hand ? So no doom
Sayers, equals an even keel ' no fuss no bother
No death count unreal.' I don't do balony even
My polony i check, I hear some sausages are
In it well over the neck.!
I reached a point in life where I was so disillusioned,
in my head there was nothing but chaos and confusion
I had trunkloads of trouble
piled up like rubble,
and suitcases stuffed with so much sorrow,
I couldn't see my way to tomorrow
My emotional baggage was overflowing with bad news
Shall we say I had issues?
My luggage was filled to the brim with lies and deception,
and I knew I had to do some serious introspection
Up til then, I had no inkling
of how far down I was sinking
And it was a good bet
I would have to change my mindset
I saw a few soothsayers
and came across a few nay-sayers
Then I came clean with my woes
and apologized to all my foes
Eventually, I was shown
a peace I'd never known
With time, I stood the test
and I LOST MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE SWITCHING PLANES OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The star shone in their fiercest manner
for today the birth of a night's illumina
our love was soft until the pang went gaga
shall i then hold beth or ring lehem saga
tis today i became strong as the lord jupitar
The cold of winter brought us before nayers
My lover is set to become a the negate-slayers.
Where are the voice of the gloria el cesis sayers?
shall my lovely not see the dawn of the holy papers?
Now we wait for she is in labour a wailing wailer.
Lost in the quick and sense of the now
I could not let me by the cold to come cow
The race must be brought to stand or bow
We ran, we move, we groan, but we see the crown
With quick and precise touch we see her emerge brown
There is a mending of the elements in an awakening process which removes a curtain of darkness.
Now is the time to recognize the power of the slumbering giant within and eliminate any starkness.
As we are living, breathing sentient entities, as is mother earth from which these bodies have risen.
Earth has been afflicted with obsessive control, malice, coercive greed, envy, false ego, and man-made viruses resulting in an invisible prison.
The earth and all the fullness thereof have emanated from one place, one source.
As a drop of water from the endless fathoms of boundless oceans, we all have the same properties as this limitless benevolent force.
This place, this creation, this hologram, or matrix is a school in which to learn and grow, to remember our God-given heritage, and aspire to elevate.
No need to listen to lies and gas lighters, nor linger with na Sayers, for the truth is in you, and that in itself, makes you truly and ultimately great.
Bureaucracy of Heaven
David J Walker
Lightfall dreams spill
Illuminating waters on
Everything except
Excerpts of canvas lakes
For which it is meant
While bipartisan saints
spill lyrics on
Every letter mailed
from every failed attempt
of Redactions
From the prayers
of the faithful
prayer sayers
For which
each candle is lit
God
Cannot do His job
Without the bureaucracy of heaven
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