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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.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
A Letter of Hope
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.
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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?
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
Brain, Heart, Tongue
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
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Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
My Psalm #1
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
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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.
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
Untitled
If you consider me a threat, maybe reconsider- what it is you're trying to protect.
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
Threat
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
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Promise for me
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 👏 ! !
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Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
Who they are 2
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.
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Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
His Two Right Hands
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
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Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 4:48 PM UTC
Many a Man
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… .
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC
I'm Caught in a Game of Hide-and-Seek
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.
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Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
coupe de grace
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
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
Deep unto Deep
You are loved, you are blessed. In Christ's righteousness, you are dressed.
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Simply Chosen
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
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Zarathustra/Zoroaster translation Yasna 28 Verse 6
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
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
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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
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
Good is Evil
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.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Praise
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 .
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Rebuke Flattery
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. .
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
Daddy's T-Shirt
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.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
***** and Egypt
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
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
The Acts of Man