Cloudy skies matching weathered gray eyes
Witnessed so much flooded with red cries
Longing for days with yellow rays good times
Lifting up pain to face warm healing sunshine
Trying to stand strong despite dilemma at hand
Praying holding on God’s help a cherry chance
Recognition of tribulations as His way to lead
You through the storm to His calm and peace
Walking down a long and dark tunnel with no end in sight
Crying, looking for just one drop of hope out of my plight
Trying only to breathe while sinking in the dark’s deep might
Suddenly burst the simple beauty of a single light
Quickening my step thinking there was salvation to claim
Moving yet faster and faster with laser focused aim
Salivating at the coming freedom from long held shame
Broken finding the light was a torch with a single Flame
Walking and weeping as there appeared a very small glow
Emerging a crowd beckoning that the way out to know
Knowing, having come from there, it was not the way to go
Heart tearing as this false hope was merely men full of woe
Slowing my step as hope was fading when then came a sound
Deafening growl echoed filling my heart shaking the ground
Blazing light broke the dark illuminating all around
Deeply saddened for it was train whizzing past darkness bound
Weeping and fully broken I stopped falling on my face
Missing the appearing brightest of lights filling this place
Feeling the Son of God lifting in a loving embrace
Taking my hand, He led me out of darkness with His grace
Jubilation at last
Not tribulation
After conclusion.
Joyfully
Liberated
From all limitations.
Gratitude
Father God Almighty
Guidiance
Provision and protection.
Mother God divinity
Mother of fertility
Life giver right from the womb
Restore and rejuvenate.
Christ Light
Empowerment
Grace to flourish
Favor in all dealings.
I'm seeing spontaneous combustion within
the body of the masses
Massive fires & eruptions quickly turn
all things to ashes
Social clashes come to heads in ways
not seen with the eyes
The purge arrived in the form of flames
sparking change on the rise
Ugly truth is better than pretty lies
but you can't argue with the vain
A world in chaos is meant to be if the
disorder sparks a change
All things are divinely ordered so every
little thing is meant to be
Sometimes we can struggle against the grains
that were seeded to set us free
Raise the veil so you can see what has been
growing all along
There's much confusion & disarray at this time
but what's been ordained is never wrong
My fingers reach for heaven,
hope is clutched in my hands.
God is watching us,
I know he's listening.
I pray to him,
asking for strength.
My tears,
they blame my weakness.
My heart cries,
It beats from my pain.
I know the signs,
the end is near.
My eyes have seen,
my ears have heard.
My faith is tested,
every single day.
The great tribulations,
they are starting.
The fig tree,
it has bloomed.
There are food shortages,
disease and pestilence.
The love of people,
has cooled off.
People are selfish,
they are greedy.
There are wars,
and rumors of wars.
My eyes are closed,
but they see clearly.
Just as in the days,
of Noah and his ark.
No one believes, no one sees,
the heavens open up and it begins to rain.
The world is a mystery
As I ride through its many tribulations
I hold my head up and high
For Jesus has overcome for me
God chooses what I go through
How I go through it is my choice
No force can supersede the plan of God for me
Only I can torpedo His will in my life
He knows I am weak by myself
And so fortifies me with His Grace
Most sufficient for the race
Therefore, I am more than a conqueror
Every day I take control of my attitude
Cause my circumstances are way beyond me
I live minutely in His Grace
His plan for me will surely materialize
Scream burn in the corded bridge
take me as I am or not at all.
I am sick, demented
what is, insane?
Super nova burst and created monsters
I am only one.
This world vomits pain and in it I find the
best feelings.
my chest is throbbing because the black
monster i keep there doesn't know
how to do anything but beat against its cage
and pretend to be okay.
I'm going straight to hell,
where I'll be free to be as unwell as i
please.
Please me, please you.
In a bedroom we are all just black
shadows and silent moans.
In the morning light i am a goddess
without emotion and you are pitiful
this is all I have ever learned.
Goddess, in Hell
Want to write but the words won't come
A part of me has become numb
From heaps of troubles and problems galore
It just seems I cannot write anymore
Challenges pounding me into the ground
Life can really get you down
Fortunes can help to lift you up
But there aren't enough to fill a cup
I want so much to feel light again
But all I can do is to keep asking when
I pray and hope and try to trust
But that's not so easy when we are but dust
Maybe one day the sun will shine bright
But for now, there is this internal light
I really do not know what our future will be
One day at a time, and I will see
Please help me to keep faith and stay strong
Do not allow this to take too long
I need to find my way back home
Please don't let this be fixed in stone
Though we are but dust, we all feed
on the search for comfort that we all need
I haven't a clue as to how
But please, God, let it be now
Free falling - wish I could stop
Trying to find my way back to the top
Fearful of what awaits me down there
Gasping and gulping, need a breath of fresh air
Praying each day, singing songs of hope
But no rescue in sight, not even a rope
Lower I go, when will it end?
But I know somewhere below
is a blanket of friends
With quite some ups and downs, twists and turns,
so illusionarily the mundane affairs fare,
racking everything up so far into thin air.
Traceless the same is my beloved,
like a draught slipping through the door shoved,
only a wisp of fragrance, ethereally evocative, in dream of old lingering deep.
Meretriciousness submerges, merging my melancholiness into high wind,
without the slightest sightly serenity in retrospect seeming to seep.
So lonesome the small alcove, my innermost outpouring has only nihilism to find.
End of dream brings me no beginning of waking,
no fortuity for fancy fondness in the making.
Royal, royal roads of love far and near, just lurk out of my lap;
Neat, neat niches for couples a dime a dozen, just lack of mine.
Freezing up instantly both dismal floccules citywide flying
and full bosom of sentimentality seething out of my sap,
only wanders and wades constant contemplation in wooing want.
the days of tribulation
only our secret closet
knows how we are tortured
by fear
is like the hiding alter
where a lot depress humans
grief in secret in
the days the of tribulation
the days of tribulation
only the heart beats
what the mind grief
in emptiness of fear
in the days when wars
is a trend on our streets
of peace in
the days of tribulation
the days of tribulation
the days of troubles
the days of poverty
the days of intimidation
the days of no hope
the days we pray to end
and never be more our reality
TRIBULATION
My mind races south
My eyelids dash against the rocks
Serpentine venom of my dreams
Crimson moon hears my screams
As quicksand tick tocks
~
Pinch myself, i fight back the fears
Imagine this real, my mistake
I am black and blue
Lids flee north, claiming what is true
Light of day exposes the fake
~
The heavens open their blue eyes
Forever stretches deep and wide
I’m wholly exposed
Trumpet calls and I am composed
Knowing that I’m on His side
6/17/2017
Bedlamite verse
aND THE Young
dude with
the beard {gottee}
in the rain
waiting to
walk
up the steps with
RESPECT said to me !
" God bless you
You are the man."
I needed that
Understand !
10-10-14 graydye
from the hotel
The Lord draws'
A long line of divinity
By proclamation
And by design
------
The Lord is
Entrenched in divinity
And for the ministry
There is time, thus multitude
Of trinity
Becomes His long suffering
His cantor for restoration
Is hereby restored
Of time of being
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Your own discontent! It's your selfish pride no compliments! Battered as seasonally as the tide. It's written on your face your mask can only hide! Listening to the winds of solitude no ancient secret is your stress. You aren't isolated. Everyone gets lost in this mess and fails the most simple and complicated of tests! No matter the cost you can't afford to just give up! Moving forward from this lesson is how you force through what may seem rough! Hopelessness we all have felt as if a blade from a piercing knife. It's like a marriage and it's vows between loving husband and loyal wife. Til death do us part in this threesome she is cunning we call her life!
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