Position Yourself Position Yourself and find the place where you can occupy the space intended for you. Position yourself to accept your calling knowing that in the morning you will know your calling. Position yourself ease into your place and be still in that time that you will find sublime, sublimely yours. Feel, know and hear the whispers of truth denied in the lies of death. Position yourself, stand firm, hold your position, for the battle is not yours...
Category: Poetry Corner
Betrayal
Betrayal et tu Brutus? Was a wound ever so deep? "Ista quidem vis est!" But the damage was done. Faster than the bullet from a gun love, trust and camaraderie condemned never to rise again. On the tree of misguided self-righteousness a single groan signaled the end no more words uttered. Let us mourn what was that is no more. What could have been now stunted within the sin of betrayal. Now I must shed this skin of innocence spun in deceit. Now to get the salt and pepper not to kill you - but to find something new something that is true...
Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity! All is vanity! The world is a cesspool of vanity. What does it profit a man to gain paper that vanishes? Woe all is a wasteland of vanity. Walk the path set before you look neither left nor right least you stumble lacking insight. the babes are lambs to the slaughter, future sons and daughter lost to vanity. All that is before you vanishes on a breath breathing death of temporance when faced with timely delays. Yea know this, the golden trappings of bliss shimmers like fool's gold.
Peace
Peace Like an avenging angel from the east, bright blue light streaks across the evening sky. It comes unanounced unforseen and discreet to spread a blanket of comforting signs. No place is too far, deep, high or wide that it cannot reach, it must tear down diseased despair, Peace: my peace I give to you. So no fear can reach from anxieties you are released, just believe that you have received this gift so precious so vital to your increase.
Glory Bridge
Glory Bridge Do you see me? Can you feel me? Don't despair I am always here. Crafted from your tears I will appear to colour your world when the end seems near. Do not look to me to light your way. For I bring life and promise to rainy days - as sure as an olive branch. To reach you I have to bend separate and come back together again. The light does come through but this is what is true: I must come to chase away the grey keep hopelessness at bay and bring a promise your way. I will carry you across the byways all the highways, through each maze. woven into each colour is a gift of grace. You shall never be alone.
What is Your Motive?
What is Your Motive? I see you but are you real? You smile but it's crooked. The light is not in your eyes. All that you do is a lie. You come as a friend to see what you can get you are not content to be in the stands, destructive and wicked plans salute you on command. You give me roses littered with thorns. Be who you are: show me what you can do.
Foreigner in a Weary Land
Foreigner in a Weary Land I am a foreigner, here on this dirt. I am but a stranger allowed to wander in the desert. among those who are no greater but no less. Love me for what I do not possess no fine things to dazzle and oppress. I misguided left my father's house and have experienced many a droughts. But here I am a stranger still trying to find out what is God's will. You all are mine and I am yours from this time till forever more. Here, I sit upon a rock, and dream and shift seemingly tossed about to drift. Yet all along as I go and come I never forget whence I am from, and to whom I belong.
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