"lovewins" poems
The sky seems bluer,
Reds give life to the greenery
Black and white was given colour,
Every time I remember you and me.
I met.
I felt
I was the king of the world.
Reigning supreme,
I was on top, but then
I fell.
and I felt
It hurt.
How can a mere word
Bring such glee and an even greater pain?
The pain of losing someone dear.
The pain of holding onto what seemed to be so clear.
Such is despair.
Thus, scarlet scattered
If it were war, then I have died.
If we were sinking, then I have drowned.
This was it,
Game over.
The end.
This was rock-bottom.
Have you ever wondered
how it must be after you breathe?
How reality will fade, and how we'll lie in slumber?
I want to know.
It was dark,
it was cold,
the silence was deafening.
Then stillness was broken with but a slight whisper,
"Here, I am. I am Love."
Love offered a hand,
and
I took it.
Love's hand plunged me out of darkness.
Love showed me the light.
Love walked me, day and night.
Love woke me up,
Love ate with me,
Love kept me up,
Love gave me the eyes to see,
who Love truly was.
And when I looked at Love, I saw
that Love was patient,
that Love was kind,
that Love did not envy, nor He boast.
Love was not easily-angered,
Love did not keep any record of my wrongdoings.
Love always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
For now I have been convinced that neither death nor life,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers
can separate me from Love.
Please, hear me out.
You see,
Love is not a romantic fantasy,
nor is it a bill/ a car/ a law/ a celebrity.
Love is an act.
That One laid his life down for another.
That One's life and death paved way for the freedom of the other.
Love is the lashing whips, the spitting romans, and the nailing on the cross.
Love is Jesus Christ who fought for your cause.
NOW TO YOU HE SAYS,
YOU ARE LOVED.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PLACE YOUR IDENTITY
ON A TITLE,
ON A RELATIONSHIP,
ON A MATERIAL THING,
OR ANYTHING ELSE.
BECAUSE LOVE HAS WON
and He won for you.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
I now tell you a #storyofmylife,
Starting in the autumn of #2007 with quite a strife,
To be precise say #barcamp for my very first one,
since then people have used #hashtag for
#fahsion, #selfie, #art and #fun.
Anyhow I am nothing like a number sign,
Nor do I stand alone like a straight #line.
You may dislike the way people #followme,
Or you might to #follow along with a sense of #glee.
But don't I just #love #my #friends,
You let me know the #world, #news, and a sense of #motivation.
With you I have lived through many a
#bestoftheday, #night and #cool #lifestyle passion.
Since my #birthday you hand me many #powerofdreams,
#IceBucketChallenge,#BlackLivesMatter, #BringBackOurGirls, #LoveWins,
As I live on in the #songs and #voices of vibrant #life hour,
In this point we emerge into a stream of #peoplepower.
Along the #tenyears lifespan #we continue to see,
Singing along with #music, #beauty and #life of diversity,
#myself #work #happily #4youreyesonly
#smile #peace #love #withme
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
A harsh word is a harsh word
It doesn't matter who heard
I was told to be a bee,
But what if I feel like a bird?
Wanting to spread my wings
Sow my seed, maybe with a guy
Or maybe with a woman,
The limitations past the sky
Like I said, words can break civilizations,
**** humans, and say goodbye
Words can break barriers
**** hatred, and say I love you
Love isn't divided, it should be shared by the masses
But sadly, it trickled through the cracks as fast as molasses
At least it's out, shined on by the sun
Bask in the moonlight, there is no need to run.
But I am your son
Why does it matter who makes me ***
Brothers and sisters, join to arms, even if we are different
Love different sexes or may be all together indifferent
L. G. B. T. Q. I. A.
For some it was found, others, in our DNA
Might be the Jack of all trades, but what if I feel like Jill
Is better suited for going down life's hill?
Listen, please, don't spread hate
Sure, one may agree, others might debate
But there is always a little one watching
Leaving an impression,
Whether who can or cannot have a soul-mate
Allowed to adore, love, find interesting or lust
Whom to build my life off with and trust
That's my dream, the world I want my kids to live in
Where kindness and loving someone is genuine
Because right now,
A harsh word is a harsh word
It doesn't matter who heard
I was told to be a bee,
But what if I feel like a bird?
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC