#ruth
Eyes collide
Feelings multiply
On the gold coast we met
Like she was the best jewellery ever made
She was proof that the beauty tribe wasn't extinct
Somehow I knew I would find her
When I asked the mirror on the wall
Who my better half would be
She was just as I imagined
Scintillating mellifluous voice that etched with the wind
Brown eyes that held her innocent spirit
Unapologetic exquisite looks marvelled from heavenly soils
Six feet tall with a voluptuous figure
I was hoping my feelings were perceptible and could resonate in her soul
Guess I was too late
She was already taken before I took my first step
Memories of her linger on
I still worship her for she's still the goddess of beauty
One not even Mona Lisa could match
I'm afraid I haven't moved on
She's still the one I love
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
Lawrencia, A flower full of colors but difficult to find...
We've got this memories emerge from time to time...
But will soon be fading away to darkness as if we were blind.
Your smiles followed you behind as you went away.
No longer written on your face for us to see everyday.
Its not getting easier for us day by day
Enoch is forgetting about you..
I am no more haunting your smiles my dreams..
No more deep brown angelic eyes that made Justice soul scream..
Because we couldn't have you in our arms under the sunbeams..
Remember the K.F.C night with ice-cream and chicken tie.
I think that part of us will not die.
I think that part of us will stay alive.
There is more to come in this endless goodbyes.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
"Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation"
Sir Isaac Newton
Upon reflection of this wisdom,
I...
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
“**Hineni, Hineni; I’m ready, my lord.”
(For Evangeline Ruth Hope**)
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*”Hineni is Hebrew for “here I am,” and is the response
Abraham gives when God calls on him
to sacrifice his son Isaac. It is also the name of a
prayer of preparation and humility, addressed to God”*
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*what you do not know
is that this word,
was spoken with a fist beating
a pin into the praying man’s chest
recited daily,
shades of hopeful, reverent resonance,
a shaded resolution, disguised as a quavering variable,
a statement, a questioning, an unsteady surety,
all of the above
this word, rooted in my genetic consciousness,
been ready repeated since my first whispering
was I ten years aged?
first time, full on bowing
on the synagogue floor, not fully understanding or
ready to confess my selfish need for forgiveness,
my forehead resting on my stubbed fingers resting on carpet,
worn thin by my predecessors ancestors,
who now comprehend more, but then, never enough
these same fingers, that write this collective,
Hineni,
a word repeated oft, flavoring of the who
of who I am, a training in soul fracking from
early childhood, its import, powerful beyond
today’s identity revisionist empowering
let me plainly speak, in the original language
taught to me with that other tag along, English,
a lingua franca, a dialect that can never capture
a soul presenting himself in substantiated readiness
for the whatever exists in between
hallelujah and hineni, where the rubber soul
hits the road, stumbling on hands and knees
on a forest path of roots and soil, where sunlight breaks tween
branches, are road signs to look up, look down, look within
I know your name,
Evangeline Ruth Hope
analyzed its components,
cleverly constructed Greek and Hebrew rooted,
bearer of good tidings, following Ruth in, to hope,
you a Moabite in Mormon Utah, preparing
yourself for exposure, practicing humility
unceasingly seeking
good
that is how it should be
cannot translate well enough
what was this gift given to me
learning as a youth, a wanderer, tribal member
where beseeching is second nature,
and accepting personal responsibility fully cardinal,
fiddling prayers while standing unsteady on
the roofs of extreme shakiness
hineni is then but this:
a prideful admission of strength
ready ready ready, here I am,
completely unready for the unknown future foretold,
hineni I know
here I am,
ready or not,
find me so I can be found,
cease, help me cease, my foundering,
confident in my willingness to
find a way*
netanel
9/12/19
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
Fay's father
wants to know
the content
of the film
she'd seen with
Benedict
a Western
film she says
Western what?
He asks her
USA
and cowboys
she replies
he eyes her
and did good
overcome the
evil ones?
Yes she says
the good won
at the end
and what else?
He asks her
there was love
shown also
she replies
and how shown?
He asks her
by showing
affection
between them
she tells him
but does not
tell him of
the kissing
or holding
that she'd seen
or that she'd
kissed Benny
on the cheek
he seems pleased
that is good
I am glad
you're aware
of human
weakness and
fall of man
he states
Fay stands there
holding on
to the thought
of that kiss
watching her
father's face
his dark eyes
in case he
can read her
very thoughts
in her mind
off you go
he tells her
help Mother
with the chores
so she leaves
carrying
in her mind
the warm kiss
on Benny's
right hand cheek
the highlight
of the week.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
Ruth was not her name
Ruth is just her game
To save her face, and keep her safe,
Dispite the pain she gave,
Ruth will be the same
Ruth was first, the best, the worst
The one who took us everywhere
And once I lost her in the crowd
And found her again in all new wares
The greatest kiss
The fastest ride
Up great hills and down sweet planes
To an end most fowl.
Twice I died.
Ruth was the first, the best, the worst
The one who ruined everything
And again I lost her to the crowd
And met her again in the wings
The sideline view of her shook my heart
And rocked my feeble world
Up terrible mountains And down sharp plunges
To an end so fowl
That it could.only be that girl
Ruth is not her name
Ruth is just her game
She may not know the way she works,
The way she is, that's Ruth.
Ruth hurt
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC