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They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.

Godbites

The flow
The down stream
The current
The negatives
The positives
They were never made
They were all there
Godbites.

Scaled Love

It was an opportunity,
That elevated that dignity,
Into an infinity,
And I thought of humility,
Another chance to save humanity,
Off children sprouting from calamity.

For tomorrows existence,
Based on todays performance,
Creating a tangible persistence,
And a distance,
Away from the nuisance,
That should near joyful dance.

Like a butterfly on jubilation,
So the least worry in determination,
To keep the future motivation,
Of their lives on pillar foundation,
And assured, promise in basic education.

For this where tomorrow begin,
And as they carry out within,
All they net for is a win,
With friends, neighbour and next of kin,
Promises to keep them out of sin.

So to them proclaim open love,
Reinforce that strength from up above,
And His blessings descend like a dove,
Descend upon them that we love,
Our protection and care they deserve.

Our tomorrow, they are.

It was an opportunity,
That elevated that dignity,
Into an infinity,
And I thought of humility,
Another chance to save humanity,
Off children sprouting from calamity.

For tomorrows existence,
Based on todays performance,
Creating a tangible persistence,
And a distance,
Away from the nuisance,
That should near joyful dance.

Like a butterfly on jubilation,
So the least worry in determination,
To keep the future motivation,
Of their lives on pillar foundation,
And assured, promise in basic education.

For this where tomorrow begin,
And as they carry out within,
All they net for is a win,
With friends, neighbour and next of kin,
Promises to keep them out of sin.

So to them proclaim open love,
Reinforce that strength from up above,
And His blessings descend like a dove,
Descend upon them that we love,
Our protection and care they deserve.

Our tomorrow, they are.

It Ends

Just begun.
Sparks in furnace,
Ear-smile alive
Hope of perpetual fondling.
Fear, foreign word,
Resounding in abyss
Hollowness
No love inhabitants.

Infant warmth set
Merry and happiness abound
Decades still on
Everlasting glow in cupid.

While on
Sudden chaos
Egos closer
Filling spaces.
Foreign sentiments
Replacing aurora of perpetual joy…

Three golden words
Gone
The bond broken
They became extinct.

Foggy Hope

The documented promises
The love…
Enough for two lifetime
Unforseen freedom…
And comfort
The forgiveness…
Then the inheritence,
Awesomeness, wonder
That wander
All on one cross
In the hearts of
Heirs and heiresses
Perpetual bliss
Of pretty believers
Clean, furnished faithfuls
Marinated in indelible surety
For later claims
Constantly milling
Great acclamation!
When fortune visits
Oh!
Neither a witness
Of the eye
But bear bare eyes
In foggy hope
And in hope,
Strong hope,
just hope.

Mockingbird?

Listen to the mockingbird
Calling , telling
Its name no jest
Genius in hindsight
Say,
Clowny herald
Bringing king’s death,
To ostrich ears
To reach the parrot
Grand truth pix
Mockingbird keeping
Calling,  telling
But reference only
To mockingbird
Name
Mockingbird
You mockingbird,
Just mockingbird,
Aye mockingbird.

Broken

Dawn time
Cock clock
Up, to contest with Today
This bed so magnetic
Draining all will
Yet up, I must anyway…

Stretch, loosen my muscles
Ready for the dance
From a chip on the wall
Penetrates friendly golden ray
Step out!
Witness the sun make grand entrance
From a distance
There comes tomorrow
Not just yet.
Its aroma, a lynching insight
Energizing dead dream
Yet, it’s just today….

They warned, it bright
not fit for tender eyes
that amature mind
would not handle
They fed me that.
I asked when – not yet, tomorrow
Then idly wait.
They were there before
Yet, they never shy to say…

Shadows grow shorter
Thirst; desire increasing,
The sun overhead, heating up
Anxiety diluting their advice – wait
All energy spent
Yet unaccounted in every way….

Waited too long,
Today well gone
Their deception, was no good
The dew dried at my feet
The heat caught up with
Strength withered
Hope sluggishly trailed
Determination drained
Yet, tomorrow a thought away….

Tomorrow came fast
Hardly noticed
Went down with the sun
It to the horizon
And I to the rock bottom
That, inflated this will
To move fast, up, the only way….

But those who tuned to that morning dance
Danced lame
The morning away…

Standard Procedure

Morning chills,
Heavy shoulders,
None will take,
Task of the tongue
To declare Psalms 3
And five…
Fiery desire to reap
So Paul said…
But one wild desire,
…to let Him be…
Praising with adorable whispers,
Rue over and over, cease and desist,
Asking for everything anything…
Yield He grants fully boarderless.
Of the twelve in time
Each and every of four
Both seven and twenty four
Standard procedure, a
Sealed attestation!

Good Grounds

Like the rising of the sun,
No doubt, truth of poetry,
But its accuracy,
This much truer
The man came gave instruction,
“Clear the way”
Like the seed on the wayside,
On rocky place; on among thorns
But good grounds too.

Then He came through the manger,
And she looked away, he did too.
Saved Him from that king,
Part of His mission, so he had to.
The baptism and crown,
He disappeared,
Then the forty,
He preached;
Called them all.
He healed,
And they followed Him.

At the table He said it,
He kissed Him; they laid hands on Him.
The temple brought down,
In three it was up new.
For new and cleansed souls.
Unmatched truth.
Take it.

FOSTER ENEMY

Destruction from sacrifice
With measured incision
The pain, indescribable, ineffable,
Stunts, only foster enemy pull
With negligible guilt
Pushed to the nape
And walk past him,
Mere solidarity to liberal mind,
Then quoting the wise men
Who spoke;
Who ceased.

Troubled body; hoard of wisdom
Still the wise men.
Now talented sinners
Smooth as Eve,
Swift as Cain…
And so He had to come
Into profession accomplice of His death
To legalized perfection through
The Cross.

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