Valleys cut deep
across the pale planes
and shimmering sand
A lamb is
lost, drifting over the dunes
A marigold petal floats to the ground
wilting in the smouldering wind

"Sacrifice" they whisper,
As a blistering blade
Dances across
your skin.

Two moons rise and one moon sets.
Spotlight captures the one who frets.
Caught unawares in pursuit of wonders.
Tears drops stain the gloves of blunders.
Slipped off to forget what we have done.
The gloves decay under rising sun.
One moon sets and another rises,
while the sun departs with myriad disguises.
If two moons were wed in sunlit dreams,
would we forego our plans for all good things...
Would pleasures unstitch our tidy strings
and delay our minds for fallacies to sing.
I admit I'm unsure.
Nevertheless I will try,
to wed the moons, to brighten the sky,
but beyond the celestial weapons of love,
an infinite yearning awaits our passion.
For there are many moons in need of another.
There are many suns that must shine on the two.
For at the end of the day you and I do not matter.
Wherever there is one, there must be two.
So I say to her, I must be with you.

If its worth it, well...
You will feel tired... You will feel sick...
You'll feel like there's nothing left to give...
Then, you'll have to do it all again tomorrow...
With everything, give it all you got,
and then some...
If its worth it

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To sacrifice for others.
Shows more than selflessness.
More than pain.
But always.
Through crushed spirits .
And the emptiness of our souls.
Sacrifice is love ...

There's a bond, between husband and wife,
between father and son, mother and child,
Earth and life; more than death to do you part,
it kindles warmly inside; a never-ending flame
that brightens even our darkest nights;

It ignites when you stare in the eyes of your loved ones,
when you hear those laughs or see them tears of joy
from young ones; a substance we all seek,
larger than the lust we all long for; makes us feel complete
or weak at the knees, its what our souls yearn for,
from the soles of our feet, and the very tips of our toes,
to the tops of our heads, our minds modestly know; we
understand the need but see, knowledge, faith and prophesy,
to say the least, are incomplete, if you know not love,
you gain
nothing;

You remain as such -- just a nowt
Like a flourished flower -- wind wipes it out
And its place knows it no more
Without love, What are we made for?

If I gave away all I have - sacrificed my life and
breathed my last, but had not loved, then its just sad
It was all in vein. Life goes by fast.
Good works are good, but they're not good enough
Love takes compassion to remove all the cuffs --
We are responsible for our relationships
and for the fruit that result as the products;
Forbidden or toxic or rotten or empty,
Healthy or edible --  all evidently
Sow and you reap and you reap what you sow
Love is patient and kind and its anger is slow;

With no record of wrongs, Love rejoices with truth
Love bears all things, believes all things
Hopes all and endures too; Love doesnt boast or envy,
Its not arrogant or rude; Love's not so self-insisting
Love is all these things; How about you?

Do you reflect love or put it to shame?
Does love surround you or are you misplaced?
As I look in this mirror, making known this face,
Am I really the product of God's love and grace?

There's a bond, between husband and wife,
between father and son, mother and child,
Earth and life; more than death to do you part,
it kindles warmly inside; a never-ending flame
that brightens even our darkest nights;

Jan 16
0316 am

John 3:16; 1 Cor 13 ; 1 John 3:16

Fist in pocket
Rot from within
Rage immortal
Unknown for a cause
Alone in fear
Alone in satisfaction
Perish for peace
Sacrifice


© 2019 MJL

I am here now
Amidst the ashes;
Away from the world's mystification.

Do not weep for me now
Remember my sacrifices;
My love, my life for the nation.

They reckon they've won now
They laugh, they celebrate-
Sad! they do not grasp the ramification.

Mother have lost her child now
Holding a grave ache in her heart.
And me- a fallen father for my girl and son!

Will I be avenged now!
Or end up like a long lost memory
Of honor and love for my country?

Will I be avenged!
Or end up as a tool in the game of politics
Between vultures clutching on the opportunity?

A diamond,
A race,
A chase,
Such a ****** shame.
A grip,
A shriek,
A sigh.
When She came.

A sword,
A neck,
A thigh,
Silver rich the name.
A twist,
A turn,
A sword will burn,
With forbidden flame.