IDIOT

PROMISE, GARDEN OF EDEN, MILKY WAYS, SWARTHY, IDIOT, LOVE, BETRAY, LIE, TRUTH, DECEIVE.

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You promised me the garden of Eden

You promised me the illuminating stars

You promised to dazzle me with the milky flints

You promised I could see her again

You promised she would come out of her grave.

You…. I belived you. You bloody bastard.

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I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity

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I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity,

On my quest have I trodden on flamey grounds of regret,

Knowledge have crossed my path that I know the identity of the wind,

Though for you I search,

But of another did I find.

Drowning in Eclipse

I’d light up a candle of hope in the cave of my past and only hope that my shadows eradicate and my sinful plague of past beginning be erased.

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I’d light up a candle of hope in the cave of my past and only hope that my shadows eradicate and my sinful plague of past beginning be erased.

I hope for gloomy days over so the luminating rays from the burning glob of sun, shines the grace of new day, a new being, upon me in my present stand.

And my stance now, fluttering with colourful flies like that from the fireflies.
I’d lost in the dome of crystal sphere, becoming a prisoner of freedom.

I hope my words never fade. Never. Not ever.

Dreams of Day and Night

Benign deny of the night as the moonlight shines upon your eyes,

Revealing your soul to mine;

Naked you are to me in the reflection of the star’s light,

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Benign deny of the night as the moonlight shines upon your eyes,

Revealing your soul to mine;
Naked you are to me in the reflection of the star’s light,

I see your past- your present- and your future;
Your affection I feel;

As You take me to that world where all my heart desires become reality,

Though your love is sweet; but only for a moment.

FEAR AND FAITH

we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

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Let’s resonate your faith with your fears;
as it appears to the be your weapon in despair;
dragged out from your soul- like a sword from its sheath;
like the only content in your one bullet shell;
as you move your vision away from yourself, from your ability to something else;

 
For without fear, faith is extinct- for the correlation between this two is too strong, it’s like a bond, a bond amidst two twinned souls.
And the greatest fear, now, as become, the fear of one’s self,
No one can kill you more than you yourself- for we slaughter snippets of our souls as we procrastinate on our vision, our dreams.

 
we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

 
How then do we get to the sky? Soar among the birds in the cloud?
This battle within the silent chambers of our mind has to be won;
and the ultimate weapon for victory, is the AK47 of Faith.

Two Souls

Her lips quaked as she listened to what she mused as melodious tones to her heart, her eyes twinkled as stars in the sky of her framed face. He stretched forth his hands to hers, they were clammy. He could feel his palm warm up hers.

“The way you dart your sight at me, drains me of consciousness as I shy in discomfort. You intentionally do this to me- your lips crook East in a gentle smile. I fall at awe when I see you beaming at me; it’s hard to stay calm when you do.”

He knew exactly what she meant and how she felt. He responded

” You’re beautiful- those words I mumble when I gaze you. I’m sorry I do not curtain my sight away from you, I can’t seem to hide how I feel- by stare is how I know to show them.
And I smile because of my imagination, like playing scenes from a movie titled: You and I living happy. Those scenes play repeatedly like as the sun continue to hoist to the sky each day”

Her lips quaked as she listened to what she mused as melodious tones to her heart, her eyes twinkled as stars in the sky of her framed face. He stretched forth his hands to hers, they were clammy. He could feel his palm warm up hers.

Sound seized, they no long communicated in words but with stares as the space betwixt their face tightened and their lips….. locked.

BLISSFUL MIST

The moon- the bulb that flint up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

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The moon- the bulb that flints up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

Appearing in cloudless portion of sky,
As the gloom stays malign;

You close your eyes,
And your minds become playgrounds of skating ice;

Introspection does the compass point,
Down the retro Isle of connective dots;

Lying in your color-mixed pallet,
Filling in those caret;

Into dreams you’ve always had,
Wet dreams where mermaids fly;

Time lost- hopeful to restitute,
Even if to prostitute;

Your ideas: in a ruffled geans,
In return, for the blissful mist.

I FOUND MYSELF

Trying to figure out, like counting the words buried in this tomb of body, I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

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I- with my eye, explored the fields of my mind;
As I Google-searched those words deposited in my mind- by a pastor;
they existed but were latent, I needed to get the patent right.

So I write, like the Facebook page Iwrite; I wrote- a note- to the guardians of my soul
With a post stamp of the seal of my sole, i send; as I ascend, to my high spirited self.

Trying to figure out, counting the words buried in this tomb of body,
I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

So I meditated on Christ,
checking out his word as I carefully check them out from the ballot-box of my mind; picking at Random.

It was like folded papers,
even when you pick, you still have to unfold to see.
I uncovered those picked paper then I saw;
the letters as it spelt greatness off of my story.

Surprised, I surely was; coz I’ve been living like a nobody,
but now I’ve found in my own body- deep within the tunnel, that there is light ahead,
and I’m sure it’s not a train.

Since then, I never saw dark again.
Life became a game too easy for me, the settings were set to rookie.
My challenges I eat them as cookies; they became nothing.

Exploration became realization of past declaration of the living word.
It’s only normal to then be regal, after discovering that you’re royal.
Isn’t it?

MY FAR HEART

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I am Here, behind the ink of my pen,
And thou art where thou art,
Far away: we are apart,

A message,  I write to you; in inks that carry the weight of my emotions;
Traveling across the sight of time but far from its hands,

Hopefully, it meets you in hope, love, and joy and also in time,
For all this, I wish.

My heart longs for thy face; thy presence,
For it has been long since I set my eyes on you;
Only in a picture do I gaze your beauty each day;

Reminding me of you- as my trove of gorgeousness, and I, a pirate.
Three words I can’t wait to say to you  when we do see again:
I love you.

Garment Of Glory

We shattered the glassy visions of our mind so to please the dark sight of our sinful acts. We began to build mansions of transgressions to dwell in our own self-pleasures. We forgot about where we had come from, we became forgetful like we possessed the effect of amnesia. But through those brick of iniquity, he saw us, in our own caused darkness, and wept for our self-destruction.

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We shattered the glassy visions of our mind so to please the dark sight of our sinful acts. We began to build mansions of transgressions to dwell in our own self-pleasures. We forgot about where we had come from, we became forgetful like we possessed the effect of amnesia. But through those brick of iniquity, he saw us, in our own caused darkness, and wept for our self-destruction.

A solution he provided- John 3:16, sending his son, he came but we didn’t see him for who he really was, even as we were told in the book of Isaiah that he would come. Still, we killed him, tossing the match to match us to light into swampy ground of dumb- he became wet in his blood, crimson-liquid he bled.

But we later realized after he was awakening from the dead, that we were blind, blind by our ignorance to the illumination of his nature. Still, he died for us so we could see, and now we do see. We see the true color of his skin, he glows of glory. He has made us better than we were before we traveled into darkness.
Now we became, we’ve become sons and daughters of his father; a force adoption without our consent.

But wait, wait- no force was applied, he only provided a platform for us to enjoy the wardrobe filled with the glory garment of his father. I was tired of my past clothing, so I decided to switch, so I switched, and since then, I’ve been the cool-cat of myself; swaging in the wealth of my new father.

For those who still lurk in the dark, rocking their cloak of shadows.
I’ll tell you the truth, though I once rocked those pairs but now they are outdated, I only bought those dark pairs then because they were the ones that reigned. But now- there’s another. Another design created by the greatest designer.

Feast your vision upon your sight- for I am the evidence of the glow of his glory.