The vessel of my breath even the wind cannot shake
I carry it through the silence perfectly made without a mistake
It gives me the inspiration no one will ever understand
to fulfill every dream in my mind and to listen to my command
The mirror of the moon allows me to lift myself whenever I fall
I believe in the light of truth to always answer my call
I weep from my heart before any teardrop could touch the ground
the invisible lamp continues to search for the mystery unfound
No weapon can access what nature have placed in my hand
the seeds of thought I sow in my dream is buried into the sand
To balance the scale of time with the weight of destiny continues to flow
to keep the candle of inspiration alive for the lamp of truth to glow
The architecture of knowledge I build to shape into a frame
have made me what I am and where to imprint my name
We ruin our miserable lives chasing fleeting vanities.
No safe will ever be fastened to our hearse.
We fade away in the anonymity of insignificant noise.
We build empires of nightmares on the shores of oceans of scars.
Our dirty hands tremble, trying to hold back the clocks of time.
The mirrors of our pride lie, yet we love their deceit,
for they disguise our fears beneath reflections of success.
Hours vanish like ashes in the wind of our perdition,
and we forget to love while we learn to appear.
Our hearts become clocks without tick or tock,
regulated by ambition, emptied of all breath.
In the silence of our voiceless sufferings,
or in the pain of our wounds,
sometimes gleam the sparks of truth,
a fragment of eternity amid the clamor.
But we pass it by, in a hurry to exist,
as if life were nothing but a race toward the grave,
blind to the only treasure worth keeping,
the chaos we sow in others’ hearts to find peace.
Move with vision, act with grace,
The storm will kneel before your pace.
Eyes ahead, heart anchored deep,
Sow in silence what you’ll reap.
Let not the noise define your path,
Nor shadows dim your inner wrath.
For strength is calm, and power still—
A quiet flame, a focused will.
Walk the valley, climb the hill,
Let others boast—you just fulfill.
The loud may rise, then fall like dust,
But those who build with truth, we trust.
Speak with wisdom, not to impress,
But to uplift, to heal, to bless.
Let dignity clothe every word,
A silent roar, though barely heard.
Time may test you, winds may shake,
But grace will hold what fear may break.
For those who rise with steady flame,
Need no applause to earn their name.
So move with vision, light your way,
And act with grace through night and day.
The storm will kneel, the noise will cease—
And you shall walk your path in peace.
The seeds of love I sow in my malachite meadow
Enthralled, they sprout with the emerald shine bright
Design the cradle of saplings for the rose buds to glow
Nascent sunburst sky paints my dulcet dawn of delight
Transfixes the dew diadem on jade grass in pearly show
Shaping my dreams where as an angel I see you alight
Daystar – 7-29-24
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Daystar
Dawn births David’s promise in my heart where your pure love abides
Aroma of Emmanuel, Morning's Star, God with me, The Word
Yahweh’s welcome, eternal teddy bear with arms opened wide
Sweet Lamb of God, miracles of sacrifice your watchword
Tender shepherd you gather this headstrong lamb with parables of life
Alpha and Omega, you rebuke all my midnights,
Redeemer of my stubborn heart – you sow in me Christ’s light
#2 Rumi Quote:
If you are irritated by every rub,
How will your mirror be polished?
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Be not perturbed when life presents hurdles,
Nothing worthwhile comes sans struggle;
Do not tag every challenge unjust or unfair,
Blemish on your mirror, not a reason to despair.
Read not a rub, always, as a rub of critique,
If it’s uninformed, there isn’t much to heed;
Stay the course, amity speaks for your deeds,
Judge not harshly when repentance pleads.
Endeavor mindfully, to learn from mistakes,
Sow in every failure, seeds of sweet success,
Find your happiness on other side of regrets,
Be not irritated by life’s every give-and-take.
Reject ego and pride; introspect, reflect,
Mend your ways, adapt to realms of change,
Look in the mirror, measure your progress:
Is your today, better than your yesterday?
I eat like a pig, scarfing, grunting, chewing, not tasting.
I want to blame my metabolism for my corpulent gluttony.
I am planning my next meal as I scarf down this one.
A giant bowl of ham, beans and cornbread.
Thinking about it makes me happy as a fat sow in a garbage truck.
I need to take a little nap to get ready for my next feeding.
(NB The character in this poem does not belong to any country but is generic.)
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The sirens howl.
I can smell the fear
I sow in the city.
My super gun can tear
Through buildings
Where innocent people
Lie huddled in despair.
I do not gloat.
My heart is ice.
I have a job to do.
I feel all powerful
like a god.
I lie flat on the roof
High on a building.
The sun is high,
Scorching unrelenting,
blinding like a furnace
grilling sweat out of me.
Yet I lie still
And watch the streets
For the hated enemy.
He'll come.
He never learns.
He too thinks
he's like a god.
One of us may be dead tonight.
Or both!
Who knows who?
Far away I see the hill tops,
where eagles dare to fly.
Below the happy pastures,
the luscious grasses tall and fine.
Sheep graze, and women watch.
I feel the desires of old.
I wake to the present.
I know my job.
Who can beat me?
They will not see me,
Nor flee from me,
They'll die at my hand.
For I fight legitimacy.
My dearest, possessing a divine pedigree,
You strive for impeccable integrity.
You shun evil to achieve absolute incorruptibility,
Wherein you will find total tranquility.
I watch as you aim for flawless righteousness,
Admiration grows as you disregard all timelessness.
When you reach for irreproachable honesty,
There is an air about you of complete modesty.
The ease of which it became convincible,
Was that true virtue can be invincible.
It will be invulnerable, what is attained,
And absolutely recoverable what is gained.
You acquire an aura of vestal security,
As your spirit takes on unassailable purity.
James 3 : Verses 17-18 Holy Bible.
17 But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.
18 Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.
Too much blood running in this place,
The bitter tears just seem to sting our face.
Innocent lives are being snuffed out everywhere.
And as we mourn, we are crippled with fear.
When will the senseless killing come to an end?
We have lost a mother, a father, a brother, a friend.
And as we mourn we sigh for our nation,
For every one of us must face this situation.
None of us are safe anywhere or at any time,
And it seems as if our lives are not even worth a dime.
How can you be so silent while our innocent blood run?
We continue to live with hope that justice will finally come.
What you sow, in time you will surely reap,
Then the tables will turn as you begin to weep.
No mercy for the merciless that held us at ransom for so long,
We will smile to ourselves as you pay for every wrong.
We will sing and dance as you are led to gallows,
As your demise will be the end to all our sorrows.
We are tired of living in fear of what you will do,
It is time for us to be free of the pain that you have put us through,
And the innocent will be free at last as you face your final call,
And then with one voice we will echo we have survived it all.
Not like heaps of sands
resting on barren lands
or herds of animals of all kind
that with ease widely we find
On the surface even a bit
you might not see of it
often you have to dig deeper
to know who is its keeper
For some it is a rare virtue
that’s too good to be true
while some believe in it
as a thing of great grit
A pinch of it can do wonders
and quieten the loud thunders
make storms retract their paths
and let souls forget their wraths
In grim times it might also crumble
but that’s when we need to stay humble
and fill in our hearts a few of its shreds
to embrace its unseeable divine threads
A little faith is all we need
to sow in the sweet seed
and see it come to bloom
in all our moments of gloom
in all our moments of gloom
Old furniture thrown away,
hindrance in life.
We gave the best
teaching knowlege.
We sow in the rain,
we have drought
in the sunset.
Maybe
It’s best
Or maybe it’s better to believe
God wishes
To spread His spirit
Like dandelion seed to wind
Where it lands
It should stay
Resist the story of Ham
Embrace Eve
Mission not
In masts of ships or cannons shots
Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets
Or in a noose of love
Allow
The flower
To settle with its own face
To root and sow in a fertile place
Bloom in heart
Take shape with all its local smells and colors
A bouquet just for you.
The painful breath of life
Seems all have gone insane
Scurrying parasitic bodies, fighting our constructs
Wisdom make way, indescribable loss of faith
loss of innocence
loss of wonder
loss of willingness
loss of delusions of hope
Embraced the fallacy of man, we have
Have we an hour, a day, a week, a month
Years gone in chemical haze, more, more numb the brain
Those who sow in flames, in ashes shall they reap 1….2…..3…….. exhale the toxicity of life
Tic toc, tic toc, metronome in place of the clock
Keep the tempo unto deaths final embrace.
You were my friend, at least that is what I thought,
I could not prevent my self from falling, I tried to not,
I don't know why you felt you had to lie,
Now the truth is out and causes my mind to fill with doubt,
Now, here I sit astonished at my foolish naivety,
Showing your true colors, you've lost your dignity,
You threw away respect, this you can not undo,
Severely disappointing is the best I can say about you,
I thought you were a better man not just a flake,
Beguiled I was, like so many others you're just a fake,
Now I can relate to the hollow, solitary tree,
the one among-st the emerald sea, engraved in my memory,
to still be surrounded by life and beauty yet mar it so vividly,
My love was given easily and never taken away,
Yet it was not my love, but my trust you did betray.
Reap what you sow, in time you'll receive your due,
Just remember in your solitude...
what you did...
when some one truly loved you.
*I wrote this many years ago.*
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