Samuel

Samuel Jul 7

See how the faithful city--
has become a *******!
She once was full of justice;
righteousness used to dwell in her—
but now murderers!

Isaiah 1:21

#isaiah

Samuel Jun 29

SADLY SO...

Technology is their religion.
The machine is their god.
Power is their mantra.
Progress is their prayer.
Children are their sacrifice.
They serve Moloch!

SAD

#sad

Samuel Jun 28

The Precipice of Restraint

Eyes fixed on the wineglass—
a slow, burning want.
Fingers skim leather-bound pages,
dust clinging to a revered text.

In cathedral light, I witness:
muscles twitch,
yet no arms move.
Tongue dulled, nose muted—
senses flagged.

Still,
I let the desire thaw.

In quietness and trust shall be my strength

#desire #restraint

Samuel Jun 19

Go Fetch!

Young entrails, crisply pasted on the tarmac —
Shotgun shells, spinning on the other tarmac.
One, two, three — weren’t they meant to be rubber?
Teargas canisters, flung at our brothers.

Go fetch!
“I will make a bridge, a dam, a new tarmac.”
Go fetch!
Then our many lots are tossed to the gutters.

I weep for my and many countries

#police #brutality

Samuel Jun 16

How To Poet on Father's day

Wait until it's June the 15th

Let the title strike like thunder,
Begin with fire, a burst of drama.
End each line in twisted karma—
No peace allowed in any stanza.

Turn each verse a shade much darker,
Fuel it with pain, rage, and shadow’s bonanza.
Near the end, bring in the father—
Then slow your hand, and write it calmer.

Happy late fathers day

#fathersdayfathersday

Samuel Jun 14

Dead Regrets

I wonder the choice—
of poems I would pen
If I grew up with the fancy toys

I wonder the pose—
my heart might retain
If all friends stuck with a cause

I wonder the loss—
the weight of the cost
If they all treated me like a boss

I wonder the cross—
so cruel, so lost
If from the cliff I took a toss

My life has been good all along

#life

Samuel Jun 14

(I) (S)aw (R)edemption (A)rise, (E)ternal (L)ove

Warheads
Crashing over our heads—
Sky-missiles
Falling on innocents.

Kings with unbuttoned shirts,
Princes cloaked in acres of influence.

Children sleeping on woven mats,
Mothers burning sticks of incense.

Gnashing of teeth—
Who shall unravel this myth?
The nearer our ends,
The clearer the path for the saints.

wars and rumours of wars

#peace