Show us light’s way, Not in another day. Take us away, Not from you, but ungodly fray. Teach us words to say, Not expressions without ray. Give us all that you may, Not situations that hold Thy glorification at bay. Bring times so gay, Not moments with gloom’s sway. Show us what it means to … Continue reading *Before Thy Cross
I write for that poor child, Whose parents toil day and night, And in sacrifice, satisfaction. I embody those people, Whose lives they laid down, And in death, betrayed.
We crawl, wobble and stumble until we walk, We mumble, babble and gabble until we talk. We refuse to know baulk, Or dwell in squawk.
I’ve heard of a dusty road Many walked while others rode I was told many breathed and coughed in that dust Hearts laughed and in anger burst
Don’t pray that your enemies live long… You might not live to discover you were wrong! If you live a life full of dreams, You just might be dreaming when opportunity beams. Don’t ask to see death’s sting, Seek the path of eternal’s King. If you ask why it has to be you, You’d age … Continue reading A Sage’s Letter to a Friend
Truth endures everyone’s cause, Lives and suffers like us… But neglects our greatest crime, Our meaning of time.
Body, mind and soul, Everyone’s threefold, Synergy on a roll, Lives lived in each other’s hold.
Saw you again in my dream last night, I wish those mosquitoes allowed me more sleep. How my heart treasures your sight, And drowns me in thoughts so deep! I wish our world isn’t a dream, Few hours of pleasure’s beam, My many sessions of ferocious lust, Quickly lost like bubbles burst. I … Continue reading Mistress of my Dreams
Religion is birth’s heritage, Many continue family dogmatic ties, Some seek a hermitage, Others run from pillar to post in search of the wise.
I’m lost in thrills now, Only her knows how. I’m not in a daze, Thoughts leave me haze.
Time flies with our grunts, Thoughts keep us in chains, Goals, evidence of torments, Success, chimera set in truth, And failure, recurring disbelieve…
When arrogance and egotism only means pride, We wander aimlessly for years before death’s ride. When imperfection becomes a reason, We’d live our lives in a perfect prison.
We grew thinking our tongues were inferior, Schools still allow fines and punishment for usage… Now, government complains of indigenous languages’ dearth.
Trust has caused many hurt,
Distrust, much more pain.
Love breaks, yet mends,
Hate breaks, crushes and ravages beyond reason.
Courage might leave scars,
Cowardice, an incurable wound.
Let’s go where only reason can find, Let’s unchain the shackles of our differences, Confront greed’s wind, And our many dim references.