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 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Sk Abdul Aziz
Trying to find true love in this selfish and hate-filled world
Is like looking for a sea of green in an ocean of concrete
It's difficult
Almost bordering on the impossible
But i'm hopeful
For even the torrid desert has an oasis
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Sk Abdul Aziz
It's just like yesterday
The dark clouds are hovering
But the rains just don't arrive
It's been like this for many days now
The rains it seems have forgotten about my village
They don't remember me no more
Earlier they'd pay me a visit regularly
Falling with such magnificence and grace
Creating a harmony so beautiful
So surreal
So inspiring
They'd meet the rivers and ponds
Play with the wind
Caress the grass
Fill the trees with joy
Fill the birds with such energy
Kiss the earth with such incredible passion
They'd fall on my terrace with such vigour
I'd bathe in it
I'd dance in it
I'd taste every bit of it's glory
It was such a soul satisfier
They'd fall on my window panes...
...writing messages of love and hope
...messages of faith and belief
They'd travel many a miles just to come and meet me
Alas!...they don't come here anymore
It's all a thing of the past now
And i just can't seem to fathom this
How could it make me a stranger in an instant???
My village is burning
My soul is yearning
Each and everyday i'm praying
Dear rain...please pay my village a visit
It needs you
I need you
You mean everything to me
I need to feel you on my skin
I need to be touched by you
My soul is but a barren land without you
So please come and meet me
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Sk Abdul Aziz
On those empty lonely nights
When the city is fast asleep
And my dreams are wide awake
And there's nothing save for the moon and the stars
I often look up to the skies and wonder...
...'the stars..they watch over us every night..even on the roughest of days..there is always that one star in the sky..perhaps they have a greater purpose than what it seems..they don't come out merely to beautify the night sky...they come out to give hope..they come out to inspire'..perhaps they are saying...'hey there star-gazer look at us...we have been burning since time immemorial...every night we come out not to please your eyes but to tell you that be like us...each and everyday of your life..try and do what you do best..and we promise you...you will never regret a day in your life...even when you're enveloped by the clouds of sadness..don't give up...keep fighting..keep smiling..keep shining.'
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Sk Abdul Aziz
If you can't make me a part of your life
Then please make me a part of your daily prayers
At least that way i'll have the consolation
That you think of me everyday
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Dan Gilbert
I do not want an old man God sat in a throne,
Judging from afar with sceptre and gold
riding on a cloud, sombre and haloed,
stern faced, woolly warm beard stroking,
Michelangelo-esque nighty clad, run of the mill deity.

I do not want a Sunday morning liturgy reference God,
inhabiting musty buildings, documented within dusty books, out dated, out rated, out of duty once a week
(twice if you include the mid-week bible study),
appeasing a sick relative, reluctant, habit God.

I do not want a jolly nodding head back shelf of the car job, kitsch icon, only when it suits me, pocket amenity,
fashion accessory, hobby gimmick God; a God modelled
from routine and agenda and TV evangelism, a convenience style digestible man made allusion.

I don’t want a controlling egomaniac parent God, bent on
setting us unattainable goals and tasks then throwing
a tantrum when the model train set breaks; or a God
who is distant, self-righteous, passive and out of touch,
an elusive, reclusive, exclusive God,

I want an ‘I Am who I Am’ God, whose boundaries are so
immense that to trace them would destroy you. A God
who is completely indefinable, that every brushstroke
put to canvas, every conceivable melody whistled, that
every imaginable word uttered, would barely compare.

I want a God who to stand before would burn my eyes out, make my heart explode; that I would be totally devastated. Yet, a God who is approachable and approaches, a God who is in the here and now, surrounding, dumbfounding, astounding, a God with promise and hope you can taste.

A God who breaks all the boundaries and exceeds every
human expectation and limitation, a God who hears and feels every longing, every desire and creates opportunity,
empowering the heart that cries out, stilling the soul when it aches, a God of promise and hope and deliverance.

I want a God unlike any parent, friend, lover, sovereign, reckless in compassion and filthy with goodness, available and ever there. So dangerously loving, so excessively wise and firm, yet tender, knowing, emotive, compassionate, A God who takes my grief. A God asking to be found and worth being sought.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions,
But the only way out is a ****** backroad
That is unpaved save for the jagged remains
Of the souls that didn’t quite make it.
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Odonko-ba
what if the test
is not what we go through
but an examination of how we
endure
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Sofia
life always came in twos
two hands, two feet, two eyes
two lovers, two houses, no home
let's call this divinity in its purest sense
two wooden deities to come home to
two cathedrals to worship
a father in one, a savior in the other
let's call this a crusade
let's burn all inhibitions
and set the world as it should be on fire
let's call this a calamity
when the ceiling leaks from summer rain
let's seek refuge in the walls of another
let's live in twos
let's call this fate
let's call being torn - destiny
let's call this drought a blessing
let's love backwards in between
abandoned castles and rotten citadels
let's call living between two creators
the natural order of the world as we know it
let's look to where the sun rises and sun sets
let's forgive the world for being in twos
let's forgive this covenant
and make one of our own
let us accept this cosmic symmetry
we are not halves but whole too.
written for/during creative writing class, based on the painting "christina's world" by andrew wyeth.
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Alan S Bailey
What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that

Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made

Amidst this dream theory of some sort

Of tasty goods that await me (not bait)

Smashed in between two slabs of meat

That are thick hands which are said hold the

Way to get all we could want or need

This absolute promise that it's all worth it

Being placed before me only just to see

I hold my sandwiched slice of meat

With cheese and pickles high

And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
So take a seat...!

Hehe, and it rhymes, too
:P

I'm sorry it disagrees with tele-vangicals and religious cultists. Will delete immediately. I promise. Sorry to harm ****** eyes with my trash!
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