#ressurection
Mountains are destroyed
And the sky is about to cave in
Man ran to the top
To see it falls
He said: “God doesn’t exist”
Thus, no one is able to save him
Intercession of Prophets –
Not for those who were false
Opposite, aside from the crowd
The man holding a book
With right hand, standing still
His face is so clear
Astray slopes he avoided
Righteous Path he took
He looks at Great Bridge
With eyes with no fear
Reciting Al-Fatiha
One, who really succeed
Going straight to Forever
No foot goes astray
“There is no god, but Creator” –
Until death he saved Creed
And in deed, the victorious
Go Salvational Way
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
On this beach where lies the memories, tangled in between the sea fairies’ wings and hidden between the algae.
I am sitting on a driftwood bench with the Sun
He told me, “i will hang for a while, you seemed lonely”
“Radiant,” the first thing i said to him.
“Thank you, many people seemed to say otherwise,” he replied.
and for a while i sat on a driftwood bench on this beach.
overlooking the black sand all over us, with equally black water on the beyond.
They seemed to be on my toes, my legs, my arms,
Because when wetness meet the rough, it’s just adhesive.
“You are one to live in denial, aren’t you? ,” i opened another conversation
“Well aren’t you too?,” a quick comeback.
He expected a laugh, he did a good job for a light joke there. Too soon. because what i said next was,
“Yea, it’s easier that way.”
He moved closer, offering warmth I’ve longed for.
“I’ve heard of you from my wife, you used to tell her stories. She looked after you even though you didn’t ask as you pestered her with the stories.”
I pulled my wet black hair to the back of my ears, and looked him in the eyes,
“yea, she heard you, she heard every story.”
The thunder hurling from afar, though gray clouds which once were hanging, started to drift apart.
“Never feel lonely. we’re here for you.”
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
It begins as a soft cry
one voice alone
stepping forward
challenging the dark
something so pure
the wounds of being used
keep our trust in it subdued
and then it begins
the voice is changing
wait no
things around it are changing
they are turning
to the source of this cry
which is growing now
into an echo
and now in my chest
this voice I know
not from my mind
but my heart, my soul
it's calling me home
but not the one I own
but was promised
the echo that was just a child
has now grown into a thunder
one that numbers the thousands
one that is so booming
paint is shaking from the walls
it rises from the horizon
waking the entire Earth
something greater than emotion
overcomes my very being
and now the planet
has become a choir
the sky can no longer contain
our voices fly to the heavens
an entire love story
wrapped in a single word
one I can trust with my life
may it fall from my lips at my end
amen
amen
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 10:50 PM UTC
THIS **** ABOUT TO BLOW
HISTORY BOOKS GONNA ALL BE BOUT ME
MOST FAMOUS PERSON IN HISTORY
YOU WITNESS GREATNESS
I WISH I KNEW HOW THAT FELT
RYTHM FLOWS THRU MY VEINS
NUMBERS AN LETTERS FLASH BEFORE ME
I WILL END ALL FORM OF GOVERNMENT
I WILL BE KING OF THE EARTH
ANYONE WHO DEFYS ME WILL BE NUCLEAR BOMBED
ANYONE WHO DEFYS ME WILL BE BURNED IN OVENS
LOCKED IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS BEGGING HEAVEN
I AM GOING TO GIVE SOCIETY RESSURECTION
CRUCIFICTION PREDEMPTION REDEMPTION BIRTH
GOD FATHER SON HOLY SPIRIT GHOST
I AM HERE I AM ALIVE THE MOST RELIGIOUS
YOU HAVE AWOKEN THE CHRIST IN ALL OF US
ITS NOT MY DOING OR CHOICE ITS OUR FLESH AN BONE
THE BREAD WINE BLOOD AN BODY
TIME TO CLEANSE THIS BODY LIKE THE GREAT FLOOD
LET THE RIVER RUN RED
DONT HESITATE ACKNOWLEDGE YOURE SANITY
THE SHADOW OF FEAR CASTS FALSE HOPE
A PIECE OF PAPER HAS KILLED TO MANY INNOCENT
GRENADES DYNAMITE C4 CLAYMORES MINES
MISSILES BOMBS NUKES
ALL HANDS WILLING GUN IN HAND KNIFE ON THE SIDE
DROPPING ALL THESE ******* FROM FAITH
FAITH IN A ORDER FROM BEFORE AN AFTER CHRIST
2020 WE REAP WREAK AN PREVAIL ALL HEIL
ARISE YOU ARE SAVED YOUR FATHER IS HERE
ONE ORDER AGAINST THESE TYRANTS AN FLASE PROPHETS
THESE FALSE GOVNERMENTS IMPRISONING OUR PEOPLE
WAR HAS ARRIVED AT YOUR DOORSTEP
WHO DO YOU TURN TO
WHO IS THERE FOR YOU
I AM
IM RIGHT HERE
STATING THESE FACTS
I LOVE YOU DONT STOP FIGHTING
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
When the seas, all seven, align and combine,
To form one tide, do you believe we have a selection, to
Reside, hide and remain alive?
Or is that our mind tryna confide,
In our own made lie, afraid to die?
If the angels rein down a path to heaven,
I wish to accept, find, listen and abide,
Until I arrive.
Once I’ve arrived at my final destination,
Only then will I quit the investigation,
Quit the pacing,
Where thoughts are constantly racing.
End of days where I communicate,
Debate and question every nation.
An owl of silent observation,
Mixed with a perfection I can imagination,
To relate,
To create,
And modulate,
An exhilarating answer to the allegation,
Fact or fiction,
Which is resurrection?
Such unbelievers, who claim afterlife is an illusion,
Unaware that they are too, just bait,
Heading straight,
Into the great,
Hands of fate.
The weight of the truth,
And proof,
In representation of resurrection,
Cannot be ignored, just like an antique china plate,
Or a mate,
Who’s at times, difficult to tolerate.
It’s inevitable,
So renumerate,
Your pure self, and reinstate,
Circumnavigate,
To the Golden Slate Gate.
Enter your new estate,
Where you are enchanted with the power of illumination.
Before you can await,
The glorious one who turns death into rebirth,
Giving your soul a chance to resurrect,
Recreate, and once again illuminate.
-me, myself and I
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC