#restored
I drink in your iridescence
Guzzling away my sepia feelings
cleansing my palette and covering my developing rust
A drop of you brightens my hue
Gold-tinted, radiant, sun-kissed
Breathing new life
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 12:43 AM UTC
Shock to overjoyed
From overjoyed to confusion
Comms enabled
Yet scarcely a word to be said
Across the waves of rolling static
*Come in, Alpha
Do you read me,
Alpha?*
A word perhaps
A few in a day
No sign of interference
So what is the cause
Of this near stale air?
*This is Juliet,
Do you read me,
Alpha?
Can you hear me,
Alpha?*
Nothing more than dull static
A well worn lullaby
Playing over and over
Wishing it would stop
Be replaced by content voices
But not all is as dreams tell
Something is amiss
*Will you hear me,
Alpha?*
- Jay M
January 11th, 2021
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
ankles held firm
his shoulders lurch
branches loom ahead
I duck in ashen forests
'Do all Uncle says,'
Mother spat again
face is stinging
air's thinning
I'm milk-bag
sleepy
he yanks
me higher
~~~~
'Here we are
my sweet!'
the stiff door
creaks slowly
his treacle tone
mocks the dust
dead moths stir
in alarm
~~~~
I'm flung
down
mat's
hard
he's
in me
I die
again
they all do it
~~~~
I disappear to
holes in the wall
they watch in silence
and let me stay on
cold-blooded fire
burns red
do I live
numb
I pray
~~~~
staring out the
window I see
sifted icing
sugar peaks
my Mountain
smiles strong
sparkling clean
in warming sun
Whoever made it
is my Friend
a gift
for life
~~~~
it's my
birthday
I'm two
~~~~~~~
#child #innocence #destroyed #alone #mountain #clean #strong
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Three years ago my eyes were caught
My words were not abroad
My life had many empty pages
My heart had many empty stages
Two years ago my eyes were taken
My heart was not mistaken
My life was re-written, on all pages
My heart was a concert, with full stages
One year ago, my eyes were mournful
My heart felt painful
Marks left of torn pages
Silence again, with no stages
Today is the day in between
Yesterday was the day to mourn
Tomorrow I will be reborn
I hope of love, never before seen
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 30
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Genuinely am I worthy?
As a divine being?
No, I am unworthy.
But when I fondly recall you,
And chant your name Oh My Beloved’
I undoubtedly remain worthful,
More than divine being and Soul,
As my noble heart and regal soul carefully restored,
With your Divine love Oh My Beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
The light has come again
I'm a flower, not a bud
I'm fragrantly proud
Hope as been restored
Got alot of work ahead
To the Queen's Study!
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
You tried to figure out why the ying yang had two sides but you never got an answer because no one understood your question.
So you stared out of the window pane 'until the window pane understood your pain ,why dear .....angel asked the mirror
So you stayed in silence until you got used to it , you were drowning but you still remained thirsty maybe it was because you were already resentful with the sea so it never understood you.
You aplogised to your frail heart for making it cry that it drowned the river nile in that process the tides of the river where too much to handle.
So your soul never felt full because all you did was feed the body not Soul why angel ......asked the mirrors
You have seen but not saw , you asked yourself and the man in the clouds why you haven't seen anything yet .
Love spit you out like a stone ,you cried no one heard you, your silence was so loud that we heard it echo in our ears.
They labelled you the bad one but the mirror never knew you were the one in pain because it reflected your mind not your heart.
But you where too fragile to even look ,so today the man in the cloud told me to tell you Dear ....angel you'll never die of a broken heart because your tears have reached his doorstep.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
You play and drenched in dirts
And you know how it hurts
It is enemy's art
But HIS grace fixed your heart
You taste a new life
No more grief
Free from strife
Vindicated to be HIS wife
The enemy still lingers
Chasing you away from your SAVIOR
Still wanting you to put in danger
Don't get wrapped by his finger!
At your heart he still knocks
Say goodbye and turn back
Don't give him kisses
Cling to LORD's promises
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Why is it easy
to casually disregard
the kind consequences
produced by
innate goodness,
that if a day may come
when a simple act
of honest, good will
would befall you,
that you would
so graciously accept.
Yet if provided
the opposite spectrum,
the few moments
of pain and betrayal,
would you assign
accountability to
the innocent majority?
Why is it that
when a good deed
is often performed, it is:
"Faith restored in humanity"?
As if we cynically
presume and accept
that the world is dark,
that all fathers abuse their sons,
that all mothers **** their daughters,
that all must fear at every second
as if good nature does not exist.
Do we take for granted
order and morality
up until misfortunate
consumes our souls?
Would it not be more appropriate
that amongst the immense
majority of good nature,
that a single occurrence
of negative circumstance
be dutifully deemed
a "Stain marked in humanity"?
I worry for those
whose perspectives
pervert and distort
the personal worlds
that there is a need
for faith to be restored.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Break me
Oh mighty crafter
A stubborn statue I have been
Though the hardships have weathered against me
Sought to endure through them, I have
But it is not the will of man or myself that seeks me broken
It is Your Will, Lord
Break me, not so I will fall and crumble
Break me, so that I may be rebuilt
Crafted in the beginning so that I might be displayed in your righteous and Holy hall at the end
A darkness was cast upon the world and I was overtaken
Deteriorating, I was
Living in this sinful state, I continued
Why? Just to exist?
When your Son came down, He offered me shelter from the elements
I thought myself forgotten, ready for time to take its toll
Destroyed, I was prepared to be
The corruption went deeper than the surface
No longer fit was I to enter your Holy hall at the end of all
Yet your Son, by Your hand sent, came to restore me
Break me, so that I may be rebuilt in the glorious visage you envisioned
Though the elements will be harsh against me still, I will trust in You to keep me
Break me, Father, so that I may be restored
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
may my delusions
be smashed
may my sanity
be restored
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
She always wondered what it would be like to be loved
And not slipped under someone like a glove.
She always dreamed of not being a man’s trophy.
Yes she
Wondered why
No guy
Seemed to truly love her
Enough to stay.
Day by day
She’d think to herself
This may well be the reason her daddy didn’t
Stick around
Long enough to hear the sound
Of her first cry
Because he too knew
Before she was born into the world
Deep down inside,
There was something wrong with this girl.
So she chased every guy who smiled in her directions
You see,
Seeking love was her infection
Passing the shards of her heart
To each ‘brand new start’
Thinking they were the one
Who would put her together again
Yet every encounter left her even more broken
Each ***** gentleman left a token
Of their ‘gratitude’
Which was pain etched on her pieces of heart
Leaving her further away from the start
“What’s wrong with me?
Am I not worthy of love?
Or am I just a girl
Destined to be second in another world?”
She’d cry out.
Then she’d search about for the one.
Yet it never occurred to her to
Seek out The One
Who could truly save her
The One who died on a Calvary Hill
Healed the demon-possessed and the ill.
The One who bled dry to save,
The Ancient of Days,
The Prince of Peace and Lord of Lords.
Yes Jesus the risen Christ,
Who mends hearts and makes them alright.
The one who two thousand plus years
Defeated death
And Is worthy of all praise and cheers.
Then one faithful day they met
Her heart could not believe the love
After so many years of neglect.
The Jesus she always cast aside
Pieced her heart back together
And gave her access to forever,
He cleaned her sin with His blood
And anoints her with His everlasting love.
Yes the broken she
Was now the beloved Princess
Of The Perfect He.
//t.a.b.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
After the cold darkness of haunted memories
Has chilled my soul
In a fitful bout of sleep,
A steaming hot cup
Of Irish tea
Makes me feel human again.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC