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.

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.

JOURNEYING OUT OF THE DARK

 

Undiscovered- on the verge of discovery;

Lost in the storm of thought- treading on waves of imagination; absent from reality;

Conscious of nothing aside the vision of my closed lids;

Living in the reflection of light- sometimes, I feel I’m the reflection of that which blocks me;

Crested behind a mirror put against the wall- lurking in the dark…

Soon, with hope, I believe the curtains will rise.

Still far from discovery but I know I’ll get there.