Do you hear them coming, thronging,
Leaping o'er the steeps  of light,
Clad  in glorious , shining garments,
Blood-washed garments, pure and bright.

'Tis a glorious Church , without spot or wrinkle,
Adorned as the Bride of the Lamb,
'Tis a glorious Church without spot or wrinkle,
Adorned as the Bride of the Lamb,

Do you hear the stirring anthems,
Filling all the earth and sky?
'Tis a grand, victorious army,
Lift its banner up on high!

News fear the clouds of sorrow,
Never fear the storms of sin,
We shall triumph on the morrow,
Even now our joys begin.

Wave the banner , should His praises,
For our victory is high !
We shall join our congu'ring  Saviour,
We shall reign with Him on high.

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Remember...
The bashful gazes that worked their way into your armour

Remember...
The clumsy saunter that incited your laughter

Remember...
The lips that parted confidently only to reveal child-like stutter

Remember...
The warmth that enveloped your hand as we walked together

Remember...
The winter day's kiss that felt like never-ending summer

Remember...
The day disappointment overwhelmed and doubt grew bolder

Remember...
The inevitable conflicts that resulted in futile banter

Remember...
The embrace when everything fell apart and seemed unclear

Remember...
The whispers that failed to soothe when your pillow got wetter

Remember...
The journey that now seem to not matter

Remember...
My heart as you once did...
As your silhouette drifts away,
everyday much further

I'd need a billion eyes,
to read you, if I attempt
to imbue as a whole,
I would need every
neuron in this world,
but you make it simple
by letting me seep
in to you in the end
swimming to  infinity
crossing the murky stream
of time - space continuum
"Bliss I am" I am aware,
I surrender, merge, jettison
all unwanted baggage,
and be one with the eye
that is witness to all,cosmic play
I now see; you , me and them
are one, and forget once and for all
all that are futile ego constructs,
realize I am omniscient, timeless
and we as one flow in the cosmic essence.

Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries

I waited half the day for you . You appeared , glanced at me , sat with your friends ? The laughter was at my expense ! I knew it was the end ! You sent an emissary to announce our breakup . What about last night ? We talked on the phone for hours like we would be together forever ! Not one chance to make up ? Holding a bouquet , taken from Moms garden . Queen Elizabeth roses , very lovely blooms indeed . What did I do to deserve this ? Cut flowers , two drinks sitting in a booth built for two by myself ! Natures way of preparing you for a sometimes rough road ahead . The first time I recall the whole world snickering in my face ! The last quarter mile of the walk home was in pouring rain ! A warm Summer shower , with a unique sweet smell . Steam was rising off the roadway , thunder in the distance ! I was never the same after those brutal hours . The restaurant has been demolished  , now a wooded lot . I can still describe every little crack and crevice , color , and every item on the menu however . Loves first trial by fire ! First time participant in the game of shame , I will take that evening to my grave !

****** snowflakes , each diminutive blessing unique in its own way , millions bound together , Winters panoramic contemplation of the world before me ! Born into the grave like man , animal and plant . Is the snowflake a living entity , or as dirt crumbled in a child's hand ? Gliding through the air with a predetermined plan ? Reflecting exertion of Dawn to disintegrate their multitudes , ultimate testament of strength in numbers , collective well being of the population as a whole ..Water in the quiescent stage , waiting to muster , fertilize and nourish a grateful Earth ..A pawn of the Suns fiery command !