... is loving in the face of

TOTAL REJECTION.


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9/10/2017

ANGEL BY THE RIVER BANK.
I saw the ancient winged one
Descending from the clouds
With his horn-like trumpet in his hand.
His sword sheathed in the
girdle around his waist.
He stood there within
the clouds as if by the river bank
looking down and watching.
As he stood majestically
in silence with solemn
calmness watching the world go by,
observing our acts,
and our follies.
Oh how I wish mankind
would change before
the trumpet sounds.
Opportunity is given
to remedy our lives
before he strikes out in anger
to our destructive ways.
Peradventure our
inward change genuinely
comes from within,
Our mind renewed,
Our relationship with
all creation improved,
Our downward living upgraded,
Our evil ways changed.
Maybe he will have pity
and show mercy.
Maybe he will forgive.
Maybe the ancient one
will turn away so that
our land will be blessed
and the people save from
the calamity about to befall them.
If our people only knew
what will soon happen.
Oh ancient one forgive our ignorance,
Forgive our unknowing i beg of you.
Plead on our behalf,
have mercy ancient one.
Don't judge my people out of anger.
Bring us out of this dilemma.
With your loving-kindness save us.
Help us out of this predicament lest
we be destroyed.
Have mercy on your children.
Even our Elders have fallen away,
and your children
scattered in disarray.
Don't forsake us.
Show us a new way.
Guide us to the path of
righteousness that we may live.
©®2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Promises to keep; yet
Death is beating at my door
Rock myself to sleep
What Am I living for
when all I do is
Weep, weep, weep
Longing for life once more
   Promises to keep
The grim Reeper is keeping score
From my destiny chance; leap
Family, friends; ignored
All I want to do is
Sleep, sleep, sleep
   Promises to keep
No pain I implore
Please end it ever more; worrying
   Promises to keep
Upon the cold bare floor
Walking with Jesus once more
   No more promises to keep
In peace, I shall sleep

My memories; constantly haunting me,
except the good ones, those thoughts always run.
Need a canvas that's blank, to paint new lessons to teach,
that ship already sank, think I just need some bleach.
It's always out of reach.

My soul is soiled, my heart is broke,
my taste buds were boiled, my lungs only choke.
From temple to ruin, whole body to breech,
death will come soon, think I just need some bleach.
I'm through being a leech.

Losing sight, losing hope,
losing the fight against the rope.
Losing sleep, this is my niche,
I'm in deep, and craving bleach.

I carry a cross; one on each shoulder,
it's strengthened by loss, weighs down like a boulder.
Each carries a name, but I'm not like to preach,
I'm dreading the blame, think I just need some bleach.
I volunteer for impeach.

Losing sight, losing hope,
choosing plight, and fail to cope.
Losing sleep, silence to screech,
the stains will keep, still wanting bleach.

My memories; constantly haunting me,
except the good ones, they all are done,
need a new start, a day on the beach,
thread's been ripped apart, think I just need some bleach.
It's always out of reach.