#righteousness
O’ my children, heirs of dawn’s first light,
I send these words through day and night;
Not merely ink, nor fleeting claim,
But truth that burns with sacred flame.
God is witness—clear and just,
Knower of hope, of toil, of trust;
That all I could, I strove to do,
To carve a gentler path for you.
For every ease that graced your days,
Was shaped through unseen, silent ways;
For every smile that lit your face,
Was born of trials I chose to embrace.
If joy was yours in fleeting hours,
Know it was grown from hidden powers;
If bread was set before your hand,
It came through dreams I could not command.
I wished not for you a narrow rise,
But vast horizons, open skies;
That faith in you would stand so tall,
Unshaken, though the tempests call.
Hold fast to Islam, firm and bright,
The path that turns the dark to light;
The Lord’s true laws—hold tightly near,
Let not your hearts be lost in fear.
Let Qur’an’s word your compass be,
A guide through all uncertainty;
And in the Prophet’s noble way,
Find strength to walk the righteous way.
Live in the Lord’s love, and in the Lord’s fear,
Let every breath bring the Lord more near;
In prayer be constant, hearts aligned,
With truth and brightness that lights the mind.
And when your final hour is drawn,
Let faith remain, let doubt be gone;
Live and die in the Lord’s pleasure true,
Let no wrong deed be born of you.
In knowledge, may you soar and see,
The boundless reach of what can be;
In work, be rivers—deep and wide,
That give, yet carry strength with pride.
In unity, be stars that gleam,
Distinct, yet bound in one great scheme;
For scattered lights, when joined as one,
Outshine the brilliance of the sun.
Let wealth not bind your heart in chain,
Nor turn your purpose into gain;
But hold it as a trust divine,
To lift the weak, to help them shine.
Remember this, through loss or test:
True worth is not in being blessed,
But in the soul’s unyielding art—
To stand upright, with a noble heart.
And should you walk through shadowed land,
And fail to see a guiding hand,
Look deep within—there you shall find
My prayers still walking by your side.
God is witness—ever true,
Of all I dreamt and gave for you;
That every step, though worn and far,
Was lit by hope of what you are.
So rise, my children, write your name
Upon the skies of righteous flame;
Go forth, surpass what I could be—
And shape your own eternity.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
I have signed a form
That I can’t turn back from.
I have raised a hand
Of which
cannot be undone.
I have held a blood-stained blade
That’s ruined another,
Scars, wounds, words and all,
Isn’t red a horrible colour?
Isn’t red a horrible colour?
I have made a deal with the devil
And it's given me a choice:
Be the monster
I always have been
Or
Fix myself
With a roll of dice,
Stain my hair
Bronze, silver and gold
Or
Dig through the dirt
At my feet,
Bite my tongue and
Hold my throat
Or
Clasp my hands together,
On my knees.
Isn’t red a beautiful colour?
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
Lord
In the name of your son
I pray more than I can bear
I pray not wealth, nor health
But my prayer, so humble so solemn
My heart cries for this
And at the gates of mine own heart
my prayer pulverizes my needs
It is a blessing, a tremendous privilege
If only I would sleep hungry
and my name dragged--
along the streets of the monsters
and if termites nibbled by flesh like beasts
and the remains lit up for the streets of Rome
My heart beckons.
I cry so deeply in my heart
I bleed from the inside-out
and every meat and bone trembles
I need would trade Silver and Gold
I would trade the finest of robes, purple and pristine
and seek this want
burning want
For the world is a pagan temple
and the remnants of joy are defiled
and the beauty of mankind is robbed
Until it is a mass of rotten flesh
and the glory of men is a corpse
Lord,
I want more than currency can offer
I know not of what I want, none does
I want glory shore-to-shore
I want honor shore-to-shore
I want refuge shore-to-shore
I want to fight dragons
I want to walk on giants
I want to slaughter princes of darkness
I want to pound none's chest as I watch them cry
but to look and you, the battler
the victor
Lord,
I open my eyes before the mirror
and I see what you are
beauty
Then I close them
and see more beauty
I see them sinking in their horizons
Heights never scaled
Depths never sounded
Broader than broad
Deeper than Deep
Limits where words fail--
and understanding fractures
Lord,
I want righteousness
I want to stand by Him in the morning
and sleep in his arms in the night
I want to talk like He does
to walk like He walks
to have deeds so rich with Him
I want, I want, I want
a tinker clothed in purity
a beggar having assurance
clothed in the morning
His son! His Son!
getting my warm from scriptura
Until I see Him in His Glory
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
It was until today I realized I've been wrong this whole time.
Doing wrong.
I went to the house of God and I was taught and taught.
I sat there and kneeled and prayed and cried until the floor was
DRENCHED.
My face filled with sorrow,
As IF!! IF!! THERE WERE NO TOMORROW.
I see You Father.
I need you Father.
I want you Father!!!
So i say now, I welcome you into my life, I GIVE you my life.
For God all i need is your love, your care, your warmth, and I worship you.
I do Father.
I.
Do.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
If you consider me a threat,
maybe reconsider-
what it is you're
trying to protect.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
For those
Who are honest?
And just God will always
Be there till the end of time and
Those who
Hunger and thirst for righteousness
He fills them throughly.
That's his promise.
For me
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Take Care : If one day on your way you see the sun deeming , look and see one of them on your path .
God Says HE'S happy and proud of them.
Because in the day-Night of our streets where :
justice is driven back, and righteousness stands at a distance;
Where truth has stumbled in the streets, and honesty cannot enter,
They become the preys to a System who defends incenities and disown the truth and Intregrity
They sustained Righteousness for Him and Behold he was pleased .
This is an encouragement, Of the Lord, To HIS sons .
He says Bravo 👏 ! !
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
His right is right
And so's His left.
His burden's light
Despite its heft.
Easy's His yoke,
And, I attest,
A spirit broke
Is also blest.
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
Many a man can roll up his sleeve
raise his elbows for a fight
But it takes a stronger man
to lower his hands
and leave when he knows its right
I’m not one for defeat
and have me beat
But If I’m ever half that man
You will have me found
standing my ground
letting down, just one hand
Many a man can
let loose their screws
and explode with words of sorts
But it takes a mindful man
to remain subdued
taking captive every thought
I’m not one to refrain
or lose my brain
But if I’m ever half that man
I’d like to think I’m kind
give a good piece of my mind
and hopefully they’d understand
Many a man can spin their own yarn
and tell a tale without a flinch
But it takes an honest man
to not spin spam
and not sway from truth an inch
I’m not one to lie
I’m an honest guy
But if I’m ever half that man
I’lI tell the whole story
and then and if only
leaving out the details where I can
Not many a man can
resist or tame the flame
of passion or fire
For there are but a few
who are able to
harness the lust of fleshly desire
Now sometimes I burn
and yes, I yearn
But if I’m ever half that man
I can look and not touch
and if it goes and gets too much
well, I suppose, I am who I am
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 4:48 PM UTC
I’m caught in a game
Of hide-and-seek…
Where the run-from One
Haunts my every thought,
And calls out to me
With seductive roars
[And I know her too well;
I know her too often]
While the chase-after Other
Graces my every dream,
And dances upon the earth
With footsteps as soft as a whisper
[And, oh, this Other I long to know;
Oh, this Other I long to hold]
I’m caught in a game
Of hide-and-seek…
.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC
All hope was lost when I was alone,
I cried a prayer that reached the throne.
Addicted to tears shaped like the cross,
I wept aloud and found that which I lost.
Like a baby without a breast
I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest.
Weak without food I could barely see,
that The King had prepared a feast right before me.
Bestowed a place at his table,
I found grace that was fatal.
"Eat and drink and be joyful,
by faith my hope is bountiful."
When Jesus made me cry,
I knew, that for me he had to die.
By grace, through faith we are saved,
by the blood that Jesus has paid.
Completely God and completely man,
this Jesus was killed by human hand.
A sacrifice he was,
Jesus loves you, just because.
Resurrected from the dead,
Jesus is alive, no matter what is said.
Living and strong,
Jesus is with you, all your life long.
Jesus is building his house so big,
he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;)
You are loved.
You are blessed.
In the Kings righteousness,
you are dressed.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Every cry every tear is a prayer
Hopeless longing founded on the deep
Wordless perplexity from disjointedness
Fruitless struggles against unseen powers
For love, peace and righteousness
Thunder and resound in all heavens
Unbearably, that angels rest not
To comfort, strengthen, and reveal
Wine so potent that Daniel faints
Unanswered, but deep has seen the deep
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
You are loved,
you are blessed.
In Christ's righteousness,
you are dressed.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Yasna 28, Verse 6
by Zarathustra/Zoroaster
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Lead us to pure thought and truth
by your sacred word and long-enduring assistance,
O, eternal Giver of the gifts of righteousness.
O, wise Lord, grant us spiritual strength and joy;
help us overcome our enemies’ enmity!
Translator’s Note: The Gathas consist of 17 hymns believed to have been composed by Zarathustra (Zoroaster), whose compositions may date as far back as 1700 BC, although there is no scholarly consensus as to when he lived. These hymns form the core of the Zoroastrian liturgy called the Yasna. The language employed, Gathic or Old Avestan, is related to the proto-Indo-Iranian and proto-Iranian languages and to Vedic Sanskrit. The Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy deems Zoroaster to have been the first philosopher. Zoroaster has also been called the father of ethics, the first rationalist and the first monotheist. In the original texts, Ahura Mazda means “wise Lord” or “Lord of Wisdom” while Vohuman/Vohu Manah represents pure thought and righteousness and Asha represents truth. Angra Mainyu was the chief evil entity, a precursor of Satan. Keywords/Tags: Zarathustra, Zoroaster, Yasna, Gathas, Avestan, mrbtr, Spiritual, Prayer, God, Righteousness, Holiness, Purity, Grace, Protection
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Can you see how much
we need each other?!
All this “I am a rock
I am an island”
solipsistic claptrap
exposed
cos we need Joan and John
at the supermarket
and the folks at A&E
and the techies
streaming lifelines
while we figure how to be
Now, behind our keyboards
we might not be warriors,
but worriers who realise
how close we are to crashing
and yeah, some **** cash in
but let’s not forget
so when the panic lifts
we figure novel penance
and say our goodbyes
So hugs are currently virtual,
but our care for once
is real
Maybe that’s the virus deal
Maybe we’re done with
u ok ***
so when we re-emerge
we can see clearly
**** sapiens
are one species
and switch on to each other,
sisters and brothers alike
Being nice is for life
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
Without knowledge nor fear, with no mercy
Condemning the innocent with great power
Slaying the righteous as sacrifice to gods unknown
To appear godly but truly trading for this world's riches
Asserting their good, making good, evil, and evil, good
But righteous tears are indeed acceptable sacrifices
A constant fragrance filling the holy place
Stirring up wrath, the righteous shall be judged
And justice shall be true and its praise glorious
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
Righteous' presence
and innocents' innocence
Pleasant fragrance
the Essence’s essence
Sparrows nest
in cherub's presence
Leaping loyal dogs
wagging effervescence
But cats sleep,
without care, blatant nonchalance
Beauty’s transcendence
and inviolable permanence
Musical cadence
in timeless immanence
Elephants' endless patience
and endurance
Hummingbirds whizzing
winged iridescence
Orchids blooming
riotous inflorescence
And monarchs live and die
in glorious ignorance.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Flopping, flipping,
Flattering lips
Are the company
Of fools
Or worse:
A bitter enemy,
Who conceals a heart
So cruel
But words of truth -
Even bold rebukes -
Do accompany
The wise
They are a friend,
And will find favor in,
The men of
Righteous eyes
.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
I remember...
The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed
It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small
And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...
And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."
But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...
...More and more so,
But never perfect
And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large
But it's still mine.
And it still covers me.
And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:
One day, it shall fit perfectly.
.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
So blind, the blind despairs.
So wicked, ***** grieves.
So indistinguishable from evil,
their judgement of evil, truly just.
So indistinguishable from their ruthless enemy,
the utter destruction decreed shall befall both suddenly.
The aggrieved weeps.
The wicked hardens.
Wickedness upon wickedness.
Endurance beyond Lot's,
given, the righteous' lot.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
War the death bringer
Acts of destruction
Man causes genocide
As humankind tears apart
Nature brings life
It brings peace and knowledge
Man is oblivious to this fact
As man is too occupied causing pain
Split apart
But we are all the same
Stupidity smells upon our kind
As the cause of War is man
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC