These are the lights I love!
Designed by her,
Her grand plan
to sight see
in a garden
with pine cones
at the border of
void and Vaud
of meltwater cirque
les petites Fauconnières
the inner basin
of my outer reaches
and polar cap
are still run by the natural elements
not by algorithms
not by advancement
I am not afraid of you,
But I see through you
The facade of what life beyond death truly is
How can anyone know?
The drinking of fine wines
I wonder what’s true
And I wonders what is lies
A poem inspired from my own feelings of what death truly is mixed with inspiration from P.K the Bollywood movie. A quote from it says “I believe in the god that created me, not the god we created”.
It is a shame
that true gems
are not given
the light they need
to sparkle spectacularly,
whilst dull coal figures breed
contempt and greed,
spreading the diseased seeds
of creative mediocrity.
We mere mortals
are not granted
greats spans of time,
the expanse to find
the coal has compacted
cause the fact is
will outlast us.
New beauty perceived
will be retrieved
long after death’s
dark and dangerous reprieve
has collected our tired forms,
but I prefer to be
awed by the artistry
that you share gracefully,
exposing exploding shards
of your rapidly beating heart
along with the other parts
that presently bleed poetry profusely.
who the **** knows how an alien would view us
terrified, at the awe inducing power
we've wrestled from the world
and the lack of respect we have for it
mortified, at the sheer opulence
we've dug out from the earth
and that the many shall never see
inside, we all know
that anything makes more sense
than a perspective that rung
To see You in victory
Regardless of my brokenness,
For You are my one thing.
The war is a good language;
For in every war, there's always a victory --
A victory in a Name who's above all other names.
The Name who's good in defending,
Who's good at perfecting,
In drawing closer those hearts that are calling for help.
Those who plead and trust only Him.
The strengthening of the Lord covers all ages,
It's a transformation from inside out
And it's through the breath of life.
We listen in His voice like lullabies in our ears.
We need not pretend that we are strong by ourselves,
To stop taking the first steps
But instead, allow Him to take us to His ways.
For when John saw the revealed Jesus;
He no longer is the wounded One,
But He is seen as the resurrected One.
Maybe we've been trying out too many schemes
And our strategies always lead us to an end --
The dead-end of our lives.
But tonight, God wants to remind you
That your ending is the new beginning
And that Jesus already died for you and me.
His death became the beginning
Of exchanging meaning of what "victory" is all about.
A beginning that sprouts like a new leaf;
A beginning living in His testimony.
He says, "Come up here and see."
See it for yourself;
Because the Lord already prepared a banquet.
Jesus has an invitation to see Him,
To experience His salvation, His blessings
And so we can be filled with wonders and awe once again.
God is just waiting.
Self-studying is the dichotomy of enthusiastically knowing more and insignificantly knowing nothing, along with the roots and branches of motivation
The mystic missed the mist
For he was focused on the most
The waterfall, the all, the awe
No longer just the grist, the gist
He was the mill, the real, the wheel
No longer knowing, he could fully feel
Past the taste, the snack, and to the meal
So freely given he could not hope to steal
Thank you for being. If you would like to see more of my poetry, essays, and other writings, check out my blog on Medium: https://medium.com/words-ideas-thoughts