If your voice holds no flame, just the echo of night,
A hollow refrain with no spark to ignite,
Then let the stillness rise, let the quiet remain—
For a word without fire is a breath without name...
Then let the stillness rise, let your whispers take flight,
For the dark cannot teach, and the void gives no light...
And if your words burn, but they blaze for your name,
A wildfire of pride that consumes without aim—
Then hush now, my soul, lest you fan your own shame,
For the self-willed are dust, and their embers betray.
Speak not for the sake of the sound in your chest,
But to carry the light that the Heavens have blessed.
For the lips that confess with no hunger, no awe,
Are but shadows that dance on a temple’s cold wall.
Oh, speak with the light or surrender to Grace,
Let the Divine fill the unspoken space.
For the holiest tongues know when to be still,
When silence is worship, when love is the will.
Oh, the Divine fire glows,
Where the humble heart goes,
In the quiet, it shows—
More than speech knows.
8/4/2025
Countless individuals
have become self willed.
Seems each day that passes
innocent people are killed.
Shootings and stabbings
have become the norm.
To society’s prescript,
many loath to to conform.
Perpetrators all receive
what we call “due Process.”
So they’re given a lawyer
who excels at aggress.
Because oft times the penalty
doesn’t fit the crime.
Some are granted pardons
precluding doing their time.
Many times the perpetrators
upon return to the street.
Unwilling to seek a job
and with others compete.
They return to the same life
they failed to escape.
They were given second chances
to slash, shoot, loot and rape.
How would you like a woman who is not beautiful
Or how would she make an achievement in any day
How would you like a woman who is not talented
Or she can achieve something through her tough mind
You think she is beautiful, but not beautiful outside
A little bit not like a woman, she knows self-defense
Actually there are no rules to define what beauty is
What is a woman like or a man like as it perceive
What I like a woman is simple, no inhibition, no frills
She is the one that I admire, I just feel it in my heart
Sometimes she may be a bit arbitrary, self-willed
Unreasonable or kind of independent and different
But if everyone in the world can understand her
Though how mediocre could she be at her own will.
He ceased from living in hell
That unholy prince of hell
He takes his hostile abode everywhere
His alluring angst's felt more here
The world now knows no bounds
Unhealthy redundant show of pow'r 'n will
Echoes of sheer messed up freewill
So boisterous like crashing of cymbals sounds
Gave his best shot to outrun his fate
One is smarter, one ended up late
Many powers faltered that one failed course
I thus feel lost in this terrestrial discourse
God forgive us in this world of ugly sinners
As we find solace in our faith's glimmers
We try to pure ourselves still we set us apart
We seek to be found yet don't know where to start
In the abyss of merciless self-willed sin
We become servants to desires that daily spin
From the shackles of our earthly tether
Help us seek Your liberty as we hope for the better
If the Lord was not my Savior,
I would always be lonely and lost.
My shelter would not be homely, and
I would always live without peace.
I would be rebellious and self-willed,
And my soul would be forever restless.
I would not understand righteousness,
And I would dread having to die one day.
I would not have comfort but always fear.
I would have no protection from my enemies,
Nor ever be overwhelmed with God's tender touch.
For most of my life, I would reap everything
that I have sown, seldom receiving any mercy,
And my finality would be one of hopelessness.
Seek Peace And Pray
Miracle Man
10/9/2023
Man can’t get along because of our divergence,
and owing to this we live in constant dispute.
We play the race card and wait for resurgence,
we perpetuate false narratives and often confute.
At each sunrise, seems somewhere, there’s killing,
or taking property that with another does rest.
With thought and malice, blood we’re spilling,
and to get what we want we strike and protest.
We look around and see prophecy being fulfilled,
and know from this that man’s days grow short.
We shed tears and pray for those yet self willed,
for all will face a judgment, held in God’s court.
Matthew 24:6-8
6 and ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.
UNBROKEN WILL
Strength and courage are developed with an
unbroken self-willed spirit or determination.
When there is an unbroken will, one always
finds a way, no matter how long, how hard.
When there is an unbroken will, one has the
power to keep going and trying to find a way.
or the willingness to let go for letting go is not
a weakness; but strength for it is hard to do.
11/14/21 "U" Contest, New Poems Only Poetry
Constance La France
Theme: #2 Unbroken
How finely tuned this world the great machine
Precise: its programme code, and never changing
Immutable equations writ Boolean
Determine every nuance of arranging
The scene before my eye showed clear mutation
Dull Green and brown to bright and glistening white
The signal for this magic transformation
A predetermined level Fahrenheit
Yet there’s another factor to this drama
With impact more self-willed and variegated
That may drive this abundant diorama
I speak of life: each form reiterated
Regardless of the source from whence it came
Life creates fields, partakes in the great game
She never wanted to conform,
Bored to tears with the norm.
What does "don't say that" mean?
When so self-willed, she was, in
her universe, a queen.
She lived her life exactly as she
saw fit.
Ah, how ecstatic, not one second
of her life is counterfeit.
But rushes like wild waters wherever
it chooses,
Blessing all rocks, with love and
wild, loving, flourishes!
July 20, 2019
3:15pm PST
I need God’s help from above, His empowerment’s might
Ready to smite my haughtiness of carnality’s arrogance
Reproving me of my stubbornness along pride’s elegance…
Humbly yielding, my heart accepts His aid that does providentially smite.
Midst my debility inflicted by sin-caused frailty
I come to the Saviour Whose love makes me to be soul-stilled
He deals with me by His precepts, correcting my being self-willed…
Now, I submit to Him fully, loving and living for Him – my Lord Almighty.
2Samuel 22:33 God is my strength and power: and he maketh my way perfect.
June 14, 2019
Fate looks similar to a self-willed woman
She always gently come to you
Clinging to your shoulder when depressed
And remaining silence if smugness you have!
She is always willing with you
And never bother to follow you up
She may be an ordinary countryside flower
And could also behave akin to an elegant girl
She always set the rhythm on your life
Making you chose the pain or joyous unable
The long wait at the veranda
when will the lovely face appear
the window bars are familiar
enclosed by the grip of the long fingers
delving into the soft cheeks tender
She does not ventures out at all
a prisoner withing the walls
self-willed or by force of elders
no inkling of mystery under wraps
There is no way to forget
the gravitation pull all around
like the stones hurtling down
unstoppable in their momentum
The imagination creates an image
of stunning features of delicacy
a desire to act with chivalry
to save the damsel with alacrity
Slow motion memories.
Street lit like a movie set,
outside the dance hall.
Muffler-less cars,
full throttle, then eerily quiet.
Self willed machines idling along the street,
flooding the night; flashing eyeballs,
headlining teenage girls.
A sashaying crush; glancing, giggling,
disdainful in stinging beehives,
plastic jackets, high gloss paint and oily pants.
Cruising crass flash
false virility in high gloss paint.
James Dean on Sunset Strip.
Hands on the stick shift; giving themselves the gears.
skinny boys glancing in the mirror, where dice and kewpie dolls hang,
squinting at astigmatisms of Steve McQueen on hunk steroids.
Nervous to fingered combs slink through their hair,
checking out the rear end drive,
outside the dance hall on a Friday night.
A curly haired boy,
red faced brother of my best friend, never owned a car,
pushes forward in the street,
to talk with sister and friends.
Asked a girl for a kiss.
Too easily dismissed.
In the science lab; class dismissed.
Counters gleam grade A sterility.
Chemicals stare coldly from spotless beakers.
Put his mouth over the gas jet.
A curly haired boy,
going nowhere on a Friday afternoon.
Life has been given me
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry
prevails around here!
I beg to differ,
the inanimate is not to fear.
Love knows no kind or state
of mind
where thoughts in line
perpetuate the logic of time
but only lives in the knowledge
that nothing perpetuates itself
except itself.
To bear fruit
is to feel the geometry of syntax
in the movements
of self-willed digits.
Yet the semantics of my heart
is to divine
the course of my fingers
riding into
the horizon of your skin.
I hear the noises
that contaminate
the streets and suburbs
of man’s blueprints and plans
but only the rhythms of your heart
channelling love’s winds of joy
make it into the soul of my land.
The grace that comes in the heavenly spade
Paid by the God of the great exchange
Surpasses the cleansing of conscience and sin
And reaches into the nature within.
For we are gifted the power of God
Who greatly and freely covered the cost,
That we can house His nature and power
That doesn't fade like a self-willed flower.
This power and nature cuts off the source
Of the rotting life birthed in our lust,
Replaced by the power that now can be traced
To the unforced tune and rhythms of grace.
as His divine power has given to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the
knowledge of Him who called us by glory and virtue, by which have been given to us
exceedingly great and precious promises, that through these you may be partakers of the
divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. for so an
entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and
Savior Jesus Christ. (II Peter 1:3, 4, 11 NKJV)
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