Heavy is the struggle
Easy is your rest
Trusting in you Lord is like breathing
Nothing can resist Love
Light my way Lord Jesus
You are my light Lord
Best friend from forever
I chose You every day
My best friend and Father in Heaven
I know you are my brother but I look up to you Jesus
Heaven is not far away you are near me
Love is you name in my heart I know you Lord Jesus as My Best friend
I see your light in everyone I meet in life
Juniper tea with heavy cream and mint sugar
Fighting nothing my Lord has won the war
I am with you Jesus, always you are my best friend
What is it that makes me weak? What is it that I can't sleep? How come the smallest thing triggers and the biggest thing withers? I know my God exists, but I do not feel like an easy fix. Why does everyone leave me? Why don't I ever leave them? I know I deserve better and yet I still allow others the pleasure. The pleasure to hurt. The pleasure to use. The pleasure to abuse. The pleasure to apply such a pressure that turns my black skin blue. 100 times I've said I was tired. But 100 times more I did not have the desire to walk out that door. I don't find being tough easy to do anymore. The tougher I am, the harder it gets to pretend. Like an egg. Hard on the shell but the opposite lies within. I am ready for my yoke to spill out. I am ready for my shell to crack. No longer can I be hard. No longer can I choose to react. I love a lot. I want to be loved a lot.
Begone Yoke!
Why abusing the brightly future leaders?
Okay, aren't they human, I ask?
Are they culpable, and not mild?
Or why imposing upon their innocence?
And purposes and value to bask?
Whether not belong to this world?
Again, do they not deserve rights?
What? Their divine aspirations to mask?
Once again, can't they be empowered?
© Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi
In the shadows of the night,
I feel Satan's yoke, so tight,
His grip upon my soul,
Is a weight I cannot control.
I am lost in his embrace,
My heart and mind, he does encase,
I am but a pawn in his game,
A victim to his fiery flame.
I am consumed by his darkness,
My spirit, he does harness,
I am bound by his chains,
My will, he forever restrains.
Oh, the agony and the pain,
Of being under Satan's reign,
I long to be free from his hold,
To escape his cruel, cold mold.
But alas, I am but a mere mortal,
Trapped in his web of infernal portal,
Only through faith and love,
Can I be lifted, to the heavens above.
So, I pray for salvation,
For a way out of this damnation,
To be free from Satan's yoke,
And find the peace that I invoke.
Mankind The Clergy often goad
Into walking The Narrow Road,
The other track not for the fold
As in The Parable Foretold...
But - Gosh - it is a disguised load
To the cycles the path rode,
The walkers feat aiming to mold
Into a pair at home with cold
No knowledge of the Exact Yoke
The package is saving a folk
Like workers facing a dress code
Offices granting an abode...
Yes, it's a big or little Shame
That I have accepted the same
Vision - wise half swell of A Node
In water not drowned but A Toad.
~
A yoke of love
my heart is close to you;
it beats;
my touch is close to you;
shadows touching through;
your visions close now;
I feel your breathe on me;
~
you shadow interment;
coursing around me beautiful breeze;
now that I'm excited;
it is you whom only you invited;
come closer to me;
now that I'm excited
a yoke of love;
~
8/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
JUST TO INCOMPATIBLE
NOT ON THE SAME PAGE
VIEWS ARE MUCH DIFFERENT
VALUES AREN'T THE SAME
NOT EQUAL AS CAN BE
THE SUNRISES TO LIGHT
FROM THE DARK SKIES AT NIGHT
ALMIGHTY TO GOD, WITH CONTINUE IN PRAYERS
THE VALLEYS ARE STEEP, THE TIMES SPENT
WEAKENED AS STRENGTHEN ABROAD
PRAYERS EACH MOMENT THROUGH IT ALL
GRACE AND MERCY GIVEN AGAIN
AS THE JOURNEY NOTES IS WRITTEN, A PAGE DISMISSED
A SCENE REALITY IS DISPLAYED
THE VIEW SEEMS REAL
THE HIDDEN DISCOVERY SUBMISSION
IF CAN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN
A TIME TO THINK, A TIME TO REALIZE
NOT ALL BRIGHT LIGHTS LEAD TO SUNSHINE
DESTINY TAKEN PLACE
AS THE TIME GOES BY
A STAR SHINING BRIGHT
A TRUE GENUINE LOVE IS FOREVER
A NEW LIFE, PROSPEROUS, BLESSED JOURNEY DISCOVERED.
NOTE:
There are many differences when others are not compatible.
Not in most ways equal. Being on the same page, support, love, and lifting each other up is as very most important in growing, grow together in unity. With GOD. Love, encouraging, understanding, COMMUNICATION, LISTEN. Two people in unity as one. Healthier, and much better results manifest.
R-ings
O-f
N-uptial
A-nniversary
L-et
D-elightful
&
L-ines
O-ffer
V-erse
E-mploying
L-ifetime
Y-oke's
Z-ealousness
A-s
I-ntimate
D-evotion
E-xists
Topic: Anniversary of Ronald & Lovely Zaide (February 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The Oil Soft Yoke
Alas, the contest sponsors do expound
on how to sail your craft, and where it’s bound
thus must the muse-less vessels get in line
wander straight and never serpentine
for hearts are frail and distant widows peak
still hear cold vagrant cries of those who seek
a passage to a new world without rules
to build their frameless houses without tools.
And yet we stand in awe at castle gates
to view the masterpieces of the greats
ignore the splintered floors that bow and creak
believe the feather strong, the broadsword weak.
Embrace the furrowed rows, the oil soft yoke
for poetry when written ain’t no joke..
©12/24/2019
STRAND SPECIAL 8
M-eekly
A-ccept
R-ighteous
Y-oke
G-iven
R-ightfully
A-nd
C-ourageously
E-mploy
D-evotion's
E-ndless
L-ove
A-s
C-hosen
R-ole
U-ses
Z-ealousness
Topic: Birthday of Mary Grace G. Dela Cruz (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et
E-very
N-oble
Y-oke
V-erily
I-nclude
L-aborious
L-oad
A-nd
N-icely
U-se
E-ach
V-aluable
A-ctivity
Topic: Birthday of Leny M. Villanueva (February 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-earn
A-bout
D-ivine
Y-oke
L-etting
Y-our
H-eavy
V-olume
I-n
L-ife
L-eave
E-very
N-egative
A-spect
Topic: Birthday of Ladylyh Villena (November 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Sense heavy yoke
That ever pokes
Bear with odd joke
In a strange stroke
Be willing now
To learn just how
Observe poise vain
In abstract pain
Look beyond mind
To dare new finds
Suffer vain clash
Of furious dash
Heart knows the way
Where fun meets play
Stillness knows best
The inner quest
Pain blooms the yoke
In sensuous strokes
Bitter makes sweet
A pleasant treat
Soul mellows heart
To sculpt clear art
Be in being
True sight seeing
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2018
Singapore
The yoke
of cause and effect
and disastrous
choices
I came to regret.
My sweetheart, you work like two keys
unlocking my shy tendencies.
Like a chess piece, your presence frees
me from myself – worst enemies.
Your strength brings to mind young oak trees.
Your notches and grooves satisfy
need for attention, you supply.
Then securing our doors whereby
my reluctance you rectify.
On life’s chess board, we’re residents.
Castling’s allowed but your presence
guards our pawns from my reticence.
Life’s holes can still leave me depressed,
but safe in your limbs I find rest.
You lift me high, my steady oak.
Melting in your arms, I unfreeze,
my king, my defense, my great guy.
Your keys fit the lock common sense.
We are a team, we’ve coalesced;
all’s kept in check under your yoke.
written March 29, 2018
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