THE BROOM.
In bunch of the broom,
there is always one
or some that doesn't want to stay,
it always breaks off under pressure
or jumps out alone by itself as you sweep.
The ones that breaks off,
is like the words we utters,
once they are spoken
can never be recalled back,
they cause a lot of damages and problems.
The ones that always jump out of
the bunch is like the proverbial
black sheep of the house,
always rebellious,
even when you put them back,
they will always leave the family.
Check yourselves,
are you the broken one or the fallen one?
Ask your self where you are in
the scheme of things,
are you causing problems with your words
or rebellious and disobedient by your acts
and cant be tamed.
Are you among the formidable strength within the family that no outside force can threaten? The family is like a bunch of broom,
tied together they work in synergy
to fulfill their purpose.
Any family that stands together can withstand any adversaries that threatens their happiness.
The ones who don't,
will be dancing in the whirlwind with sand in their eyes.
Remember that anyone who cannot be counselled cannot be helped.
Get understanding.
Be wise.
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This sleep is closing my eyes,
taking me away on this journey
into another place in another time,
that world only slightly beyond,
didn't seem far but as if it's
just in another room
in a different galaxy.
I feel as if I'm drunk with
the nectar of divine wine.
I'm so powerfully pulled over
the mountains inwardly
toward my home.
The glorious symphony music
beckons me.
Seemed million miles away
but yet so near.
Caught up in the third heaven,
in the company of angels
as they carried me away into
different mansions of the souls,
strata and spheres of the cathedral
to be healed and cleansed,
prepared and refreshed from
my earthly sojourn for yet another
day to be lived as I return.
But the inner view must be hidden
with veil upon veil as doors upon doors
are opened and closed for my consciousness to experience and learn the lessons offered,
and upon return to my earthly temple that the
secret knowledge of the visions shown
not to be fully revealed.
This experience is private and personal in nature.
Unwittingly forgetfulness and clouded  patterns within must persists in
this peculiar daily encounter,
but the spirit man within must
also vaguely remember
and not to totally allow it to rescind.
The consciousness of man
must be imprinted with a resonance of various types of vibration according to
the octaves within the wavelength
of the divine scale.
Sleep is sort of a near death experience,
a touch of heaven within the earth,
it carries with it the penalty
of a profound price depending on
the condition of the life essence
of the earth man.
The silver lining can be broken or strengthened,
and the spirit's stay or return is eminent.
I am fully awake and aware,
being conscious of the divine in my life through the unction of revealed truth that I received.
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Moving behind me are
the stealth shadows of
the silent ones.
The vigilantes,
watchers of the bad dudes.
Protectors against the evil ones.
Moving in the quietness of the dark,
as silent as the night.
The warriors,
the brave ones,
with chivalry spirit,
sworn into sacred secret oath
to protect and keep the environment safe,
fearless and courageous,
confronting evil heads on,
ready to lay down their lives for
the very ones they love,
unknown to many of the dangers they confront in their lonely path
they have chosen.
With respect we salute them.
Knights of the night,
our hearts with gratitude salute you.
Keepers of the flame,
we salute you.
As you secure our safety,
even so shall your lives be secured.
May God keep you safe for our sake.
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This is my rising,
it is so glaring.
The longer you hold
me down the better
and brighter I shine.
I am like the firefly,
illuminating
the remote darkness
with my brightness,
giving it an
illusion of magic.
The tinted glow
mixed up with
the cries of
mammals and birds
of the night makes it
a mysterious moment.
Alone at deepest abyss,
with the flicker
of the moonlight
penetrating through the
leaves in the forest,
i can hear
the wolves calling out
as if beckoning for
me to approach.
The fireflies giving
out their light
freely unperturbed
by my presence.
How can you not see
the love of nature,
working tirelessly
in synergy
with all things.
Even though you ignore it,
never can it go away,
for the beauty
of its flame
can make the fairies
grant your wish.
The heart knows
the unexplainable
mysteries of the
invisible which the
mouth cannot express.
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Unwittingly we walked away
from the beautiful path
of righteousness.
The path our forefathers in their
wisdom laid down for our benefits.
They left behind morals as a guide.
The path of the ancients,
where morals pave the way.
Respect and intelligence
walked together to light
the touch for moral
rearmament to flourish.
As custodians of this ancient path,
let us reinstitute and restore
morals back into our consciousness,
our homes, and our communities,
lest the moral decadence of
our societies will become our nightmare.
The generations to come will know peace
and our relationships improve.
Moral decadence like cancer is eating
the very roots of our family tree.
Corroding the very corners of our
homes like acid.
Eroding our lives with its virus.
It's venom is poisonous to our metabolism.
It is a terrible and unbearable headache.
With its choleric purging leaving our bowels empty of the most needed vitality.
Depleting us like the barren land the much needed ingredients for growth of our crops.
And like volcano it will explode in our faces.
It is like a grenade thrown into the crowd by children playing,
not knowing it will affect everyone.
Let us put in place respect,
morals and intelligence back to our homes.
That's exactly where to begin.
Let us begin again from the beginning.
With the restoration of moral rearmament,
our lives will have meaning again.
But it all begins with me,
as it begins with you.
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I wished you were in the mall.
Laughing at the picture on the wall,
a protector in the war,
still standing strong in the world.
Likes to stand in my way,
carrying all the weight,
but I really don't have to wait.
I am just a dreamer,
a goodie jolly drummer.
Met a dream catcher,
named madam Fletcher
Caught between the lines,
but it could just be lies.
Wishing it would be true,
that she can walk through.
For who knows them better,
she likes to lick the butter.
I wonder how she manage,
to drive into the garage,
forgot I have some manner,
just to carry the banner,
tied her head with bandage,
she just loves the adage.
She has a dog named bingo,
that like to dance the tango.
She loves to dance the jingle,
and end up in a mingle.
Please get me that funnel,
and put it in the tunnel.
Loving all the fun,
and lay under the sun.
Out in the summer,
to play in the fauna.
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Looking out from my earthly tabernacle,
still perplexed from the depth
of my heart as to how much
we are loved by the almighty
even at our unbelievable folly
amazes me.
Allowed in his presence as
we are is amazing.
Not worthy of recognition,
by reason of sin,
yet he is mindful of man.
Among his creation,
man is the only one so confused that
they have no idea of their constitution
or who they are,
even as it is so glaring,
they still have no idea
but lived as barbebrian,
the cave men of old.
They take pride in killing as if they
were competing amongst themselves.
Nations against nations of which some have been wiped out and now no longer exists.
Building strategies to annihilate one another
with weapons of mass destruction,
shooting fellow humans in cold blood,
with such impunity and cold-hearted
without mercy and with cruelty in a
such brutal way as if nothing matters,
yet didn't achieve anything worthy of
such a senseless killing at the end.
They take pride in shading blood
and award themselves accolades
and different ranks with high sounding names.
They claimed of being more advanced yet far from it,
Not knowing that tolerance and temperance, forgiveness and love is advancement.
There is no grammar or language on this planet
or beyond the earth that can convince me that
they are not mentally deranged,
a psychopathic cold methodical machine without a heart,
a soulless one without bowels of mercies.
How can they not know that you are an embodiment of the one who made you.
You are love for the one who mold you is love.
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