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022524

Trusting no one
Coz there’s so much foolishness
In the world
They began to submit themselves with.

People die to live as a must…
But out of the abundance of the hearts
Of the cold-blooded wolves,
Some chose to believe on their own truths.

But I tell you —
That even those truths can all be false.
Can I dare you to believe again?
And to relive the life you’re supposed to nurture?

Coz in this world with noises
Of random gongs and roaring schemes,
A Voice will dare you to believe again
And that Voice is the last Man standing.
Renae Feb 2024
The beautiful thing is that
You don't need to worry
You need not fear or cry
The fact of the matter is
The Devil is ONLY
The father of the lie
He's a liar, and that's
what he does best
So when he bothers you
It is only a test.
Remember, it's why, not just the way
Jesus died for you
So please, don't let yourself sway,
He fights for you.
It's not our war
We're only
Collateral damage.
It may not make sense
But it's not ours
to manage
022124

As I watch the Sun bleed,
The oceans went through my eyes —
The deep ocean, diving in my soul
Driving and cleansing every dirt I envision.

I had no hold for tomorrow
Nor I had no idea what will come next.
And yet my hope is in the Sun’s rising again.
My hope isn’t hidden, it will soon be captured.

The image as shut my entity’s door
Becomes the image of a robe in white…
The reddish ribbons in deep wounds,
The spiky thorn in the Sun’s crown.

Tearing all in the mention of a Name —
A name higher than the stars in space,
Higher than the galaxies discovered,
Higher than the infinities no one could ever measure.
022024

I hear the slow whisper of the air I breathe —
And then, I breathe in the Heaven’s atmosphere.
You call me in a different kind of peace,
An elevation where I had never climb up yet.

I see the beauty that I once forgotten —
Even the joy that sprouts within me…
The pressure of this world will no longer drag me
To the depths of where I’m not supposed to be.

I am more than myself
Coz there’s greatness in me.
And it’s You who see the value
Of my real identity.

You chose me
Even before I began to had my eyes on You —
That blazing fire that met the hunger of my soul,
And so I began to thirst for more of You.

You gave me purpose
In this dying generation…
My flesh decays with the worldly desire
And even my bones will not enter
The rest and the Place that my Spirit longs for.

There’s a gift You give —
A fresh start with Heaven’s dew.
As the rays of the sun kiss my skin,
And I will radiate as the morning does —
To radiate from inside out.
Waking up, there’s a Rhema in my head, “ New Dew.”

*It’s something resembling dew in purity, freshness, or power to refresh.

Hosea 13:3
Therefore they will be like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.

The miraculously refreshing and reviving effect of dew upon the plants in the Holy Land prompted Isaiah to use it as a figure of resurrection (see Isaiah 26:19) and Hosea to use it as a figure of repentance (see Hosea 14:4–5).

Proverbs 3:19-20
The Lord by wisdom founded the earth,
By understanding He established the heavens.
By His knowledge the deeps were broken up
And the skies drip with dew.

Deuteronomy 32:2
“Let my teaching drop as the rain,
My speech distill as the dew,
As the droplets on the fresh grass
And as the showers on the herb.

Hosea 14:5
I will be like the dew to Israel;
He will blossom like the lily,
And he will take root like the cedars of Lebanon.

Psalm 110:3
Your people will volunteer freely in the day of Your power;
In holy array, from the womb of the dawn,
Your youth are to You as the dew.

Genesis 27:28
Now may God give you of the dew of heaven,
And of the fatness of the earth,
And an abundance of grain and new wine;
021924

There’s a poetry in my head
A hymn that my soul sings
And a Voice deep within my core saying,
“Write again, write about my Splendor and Glory.”  

I will exhalt you in all nations —
And I will continually be amazed…
Of how majestic You are.

How You took notice of my heart…
My oh, so weary soul.  
My desperate call for help,
And yet I am so loved by You.

So, so loved that You died
To wipe out every tear…
To bestow the life I’m supposed to live.

You’re the treasure I will keep…
And to truly live
Is to trust You with all I have,
To wait patiently…  
And so help my unbelief.

You are Jesus,
The Lover of my soul…
The Perfector of my faith.

You are the Keeper
Of the key to my heart and no one —
Just no one
Can separate me from You.
021924

Itikom aking bibig
Nang Sayo’y mamahinga.
Isip ko’y Iyong pagharian
At muling awitan ng Iyong pagsinta.

Ilang dekada na’y
Nanatili Kang tapat —
Ni hindi ka nagkulang,
Ikaw ay naging sapat.

Paano nga ba ako hihinto?
Kung Ikaw ang aking Kalakasan.
Bakit nga ba ako mapapagod?
Kung Ikaw rin ang aking uuwian.

Tatahan ang aking mga mata,
Pagkat Ikaw ang aking Tahanan.
Ikaw ang Simulang
Walang katapusan.

At balang araw,
Sa isang kurap
At sa isang iglap lamang —
Ang lahat ay alaala na lamang.
021824

Ikaw ang Buhay, ang aking Hininga
Ang nagdudulot sa bawat pintig
Na noo’y nais nang mamahinga.

Ikaw ang Pangakong aking panghahawakan,
Ilalaan Sa’yo ang lahat
Nang walang hinihinging kapalit.

Ikaw ang Pagsinta
Sa gitna ng mga mapapait na nobela —
Nobelang akala ko’y syang bubuo sa’king pagkatao.

Ikaw ang Lunas sa bawat sakit,
Sa bawat hapding walang ibang makapagpapagaling…
Ikaw ang aking Kagalingan.

Sa libis at parang
Ako’y kusang hahakbang.
Na kahit ang dilim ay walang kapangyarihan.

Ikaw ang Aking Liwanag —
Akayin Mo ako hanggang sa huling hininga’t
Salubungin ako ng pag-ibig **** walang kapantay.
Where is the coin that doesn't fit the ruse?
Shall it be given to those with none?
Recluses are in joint gatherings to stumble upon an unknown truth.
There is a way to walk away, to get to the other side, leaving yourself behind.
In my feelings a deeper thought awakens a blue sky of sapphire and forgotten dreams.
I hope at least one other person gets something from what I write.
Hoping what I say makes some sort of sense.
Extremely vivid dying dreams, I hope to God I can see what it means.
We are surrounded by poetry on all sides, but putting it on paper is, alas,
not as readily done as looking at it.
Kagey Sage Jan 2024
I don’t play my mandolin everyday anymore,
let alone my guitar or tin whistles
I can’t let this die
I listened to 7 year old Japanese math rock
and want just a speck of that
An identity where I can sift right through
all this mediocre destruction all around
No one even has the gall to admit they’re killing
or the decency to even cover it up anymore
They videotape themselves dancing and
murdering kids for lebensraum
then turn around and say “no we’re not”

I’m tired of surface level house maintenance
followed by immobile phone scrolls
I’m looking for that lesson we’ll all learn
after finally going too far
I won’t play the victim or the hero no more
I did my part and now I’m too old
I need deeper art to escape samsara for good
and maybe that’s the best I can do comrades

I’m sick of details grown so scattered and thin
My whole past feels like entrails
smeared across vast deserts
There used to be rainforests here
but now it’s hard to find the pictures

Just when things almost get too competent and nice
they let decadence do its worse
out of fear that the improvements would make goods and services
too cheap not to be free
Socialism’s bad for business owners
so we lay off the workers and overcharge even more
Let the octogenarian billionaires buy up more water and air
to keep the fellas in the favelas gnashing and grim

Bunker complexes, spaceships, missiles coated in spent uranium;
these are all more important than starving children
Why do the poor keep having poor kids?
Still a conundrum
We gave them a chance to compete
some ephemeral time ago and they blew it
What can we do?
We tried to teach a man to fish…
Imagine Jesus Christ just giving folks fish and bread
for nothing in return?
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