"preachings" poems
My adored one dwells in my feeling,
I have actually seen that domicile of bliss.
My queen is she, the imperishable
My women is she, the never ending
Only she knows the sullenness of love
She has extremely felt me in her breathe
No one comes nearby me, except you
When I struggle in a dilemma,
Everyone come to share the joy.
Whenever destiny play, a game
Love never shows an outside injury.
But the pain pervades every aperture
I am always a follower of her preachings
The songs of her own naked body and mind
As a sacrifice for me and for others too,
She will live long forever and ever.
By Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 5:17 AM UTC
Don't just listen.
Feel.
Because the answers don't always come
In loud preachings and audible words.
Sometimes they come
In the dark of the night
Brought by the silent whispers
Or the cold midnight breeze.
Sometimes your heart hears
More than your ears do.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
The eternal council
A group of black disciples
All knowing
This is why they keep going
Determined and outfit
It’s a common gift
For the people of this cycle
Inter-dimensional at a angle
They see all, They know all
This is why they can’t fall
Always been a part, Always burdened from the start
Celestial glimpses as a art
Frequency is the common key
And this is what they teach
Where the opposed are the decreased
No matter any battle or uncommon disciple
They know whats coming: It’s reliable
Their purpose lacks evil, its all for the people
And any corruption or stolen melanin
Cannot deprive the win from this powerful council
It’s in the nature, it’s a seal in the paper
It’s upon the bark of the brazen tree
Where all the demons flee, where the gifted get their energy
Like the hieroglyphs upon the source
Prepared within the proper course
It’s the preachings upon the stars
Pointing clues at who the true gods really are
Like the truth shown in specs of media
The proof of the visible dominator's
And the majority doesn’t even know her
Just stuck within the grasps of one giant needle
Preventing the truth from being see-able
And yet we’re suffocating in the air we call breath-able
And each day as we unknowingly sin
The real pain doesn’t even start to begin
From the start, they tried to peel us apart
Good from evil, evil from people
But the sad truth is: it’s non-separating
It’s like we’re all bathing in this sad little craving
Of the idea of the “powered” all behaving
Thats why they’re sad, they can’t help us
Because they think saving humanity is a must
This council, this group of black disciples
Does know what happens, while the real ancestors are laughing
Another great reason to be a part of this eternal council.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
Still safe in soul
locked forever, won't let go
light years to cross
you in heaven, I know
watch for me
and keep me safe
my guarding angel in god's place
following your footsteps
in the sand of time
deeply engraved
your preachings sublime
Manisha
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
at 16 they taught u
s about shakespea
re, how? but now I
realize there was m
ore learned than bl
ank stares at teache
rs waiting for bells
to slide departures
under the doors of
blank minds. balco
ny preachings in fr
ont of loveless tang
ents foreshadowing
the curvature of the
then mindless. 5 ye
ars gone i still find m
yself wandering aim
lessly to the next cla
ss with the thought o
f the useless priors a
nd the books are get
ting heavier
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
is this all we could have been?
this mundane little bubble
and all that lies therein?
all there is to do,
all the places we are needed
all the problems we have caused
and the progressions we've impeded
soothed by the exchange of a small piece of paper
for useless items we're told we need
to fit into an image of a generic person
complicit in a culture we immortalize and breed
or others by their own conviction
in a set of rules older than this
to tell them how to make decisions
and promise them eternal bliss
each taught not to question preachings
or face some form of indefinite sanction
to remain obedient to a master
legitimizing the subsequent action
i don't understand.
how can this be the epitome of civilisation
so full of ignorance and hatred
we fail to see the beauty that surrounds?
how can this be the epitome of human intelligence
that we need glass screens for communication
and lenses to record our every movement?
how can this be the epitome of the human existence
that inequality is perpetuated
and poverty ignored?
one day you will realise what it is you have done
in your desperate bid for power.
you doomed the endurance of your kind
for the sake of one, tall tower.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Stop.
It.
Mind.
Just SHUT UP for once
Stop the streams from overflowing out from that useless brain
Put on breaks on the car you're driving fast and insane
Mind is stupid bleaming useless rhymes
To the twisted nerves of the twisted inward eye
Unfaithful teachings, Just stop before being taught
Untruthful preachings, it's all a lie but you don't get caught
You're all an illusion
But my thoughts, an addictive dillusion
It's all impossible things I think of
Then it's hard to breathe when I know it's true
That it's impossible to be with you
Just slow down the streams
That flow within me like a flue
Contagious to make me clear to stand away from truth
Stop deceiving me as if I am a stranger
Make things to me more elucid
Instead of pushing me into danger
Because I am a mere innocent kid
Trapped on your purposely slippery pathways
My car to future like this would soon skid.
You are me, you understand?
Stop pushing me and give me your hand
Take me up and up
Higher, I am not a scared pup
I know what you are doing
I am family, don't get me falling
DOWN
BACK
TO EARTH
You are a part of me
Then let me see
How we could be
When we co-operate together in harmony.
So, brain,
Don't leave me alone
Be in control
Don't lose your track
I am behind your back
I'll be there for you
You'll be there for I
Let's not make us fall into the pit
Instead make the sky a target we should together hit.
Please don't cheat on I
Because you're the last one me trusts
Do never say to innocence your goodbyes
Or else like my words
We'll both be stuck here like
DuMb wOrst bUds.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
He sat down
by the bar with a bottle of
whiskey.
And while the angels sang
he listened
to the preachings
of a crooked bartender
Whose days were filled with drunk forgotten nights,
and he knew
for first time
that he has
never felt more
close to God.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
I may not have been your grand daughter,
but I loved and respected you like a grand mother.
Every time I visited,
you would rest your hand in mine and say,
When nothing goes right just take a moment and pray,
remember Lord Buddha,
and what his preachings say.
I had just finished one of my exams
and i hear you're gone
i knew everyone wept, wept - a lot.
but I didn't.
as I know,
that you'll be in a better place,
and
that life does not always end at death.
that's what one of Lord Buddha's teachings said.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
Would you remember,the times when
we were cracking jokes?
would you cry over, by reminiscing those days
which I cared you even more?
would you sit there all alone,
and wish,this should be a dream?
would you keep looking me in all selfies we took?
would you take my guitar and,hum my favourite song,
without shedding tears?
would you remove the dust from all the trophies,
which I had once achieved?
would you sleep every night, hugging my pillow and my frame?
would you smell my favourite blue hoodie,draped with my
favourite perfume?
would you miss my preachings,which I had always tried to say,
by walking behind you ,wherever you go?
would you take a look at my diary in which, each page has only
to say about you....?
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
kneel down at the church and hope to God he's listening
****** mary was always crying, always looking up past the ceiling, the choir always singing about cleaning your heart because jesus wanted a clear glasshouse
what's that? is it the beat of my stained heart or the gasps between tears in my room?
my loss of faith only came when a new feeling knocked on my door: love
but it wasn't the "normal" love that i had been hearing in preachings –forget that, it wasn't jesus loving me or some boy trying to get my attention, it was a girl– which was so taboo in my house and school that i didn't even know that was possible.
three words came out of research: homophobic, homosexual, lesbian
I looked past the ceiling when I realised caught feelings for this girl and when she asked me out I prayed to God, the one we were taught about in preachings, that this would be worth it, that this would last long, that this would be supported love–but forget it, he wasn't listening
I tried calling him, i confessed, i mentally and physically tried to clear my glasshouse. I went to church, i got prophecies told by the local preachers, i sang and quoted the bible, where was he? where was he when i needed him when my parents told me to stop loving her? where was he when my depression came around and decided to ruin everything? did he let me down on purpose for not following his rules? and when i found out that other religions existed, was he punishing me for sinning? Questioning his existence under the catholic faith turned him into a deception
And what was the point of that? Teaching me how to be a better human being by punishing me and shaming what i thought was okay? Love is supposed to be okay, love is supposed to be supported and supportive, love is supposed to protect and be protected –and all i get is being thrown out to the curb because i found love? Because it wasn't the "right" kind of love?
jesus, i hope to god you're not listening anymore
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
I miss the places I never been before.
I like the bands which haven't made yet.
I connect with the people I have never met.
I talk to people who are not there.
I can remember the incidents which never occurred.
I hear the noises which were never made.
l forgive people who never ask for apologies. I forgive them for the mistakes they never made.
I try to find the answers to the questions never asked.
I feel guilty about the mistakes I never did.
I fight for the wars which haven't started yet.
I yearn for the islands which haven't been discovered so far.
I worship idols who aren't perfect.
I follow the priest who doesn't preach.
I follow the preachings which haven't been taught yet.
I feel the emotions which haven't been named yet.
I miss the love I never had.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
how quick i was,
to bite into the forbidden fruit
o temptress, i will always believe you weren't a ruse
because now he's coming out of the shadows,
and like some false prophet your preachings no longer lead me to shore
so now i am looking for a needle in a rather larger pile of needles, aching for more
the forbidden knowledge i've taken, it's not like you've been mistaken
but now i can't find the key to the door
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
From beyond the infinite nothingness,
to the nothingness buried inside of me
Cast upon the leaves and trees and
darkness that encapsulates this universe like sea
Blooming life revolting gravity and
fugaciously qualifying the test of time
Rustling beasts on terrified streets
going to or coming from their scenes of crime
Evading a revisit to life's lessons
under the weight of experiences
Playing with fire, restrained not by wires,
burning shoots of knowledge, the invincible tree
A puppet to the surroundings and the senses,
boldness and blindness turning men to graves
Quiet witness to the daily murders
while enslaving ourselves to our offspring's existence
From beyond the infinite nothingness,
to the nothingness buried inside of me
I am the result of this explosion,
this heaven is at my call, my feet
All my desires at fulfillment,
all sweet challenges of unsolvable mysteries
Vacuum out there to make more sterile,
this vacuous life that I lead
Thorns of transition,
burst open my silent entitlement
Coalescing my reality with
the all-powerful emptiness
Now I am free from the
clutches of my control
In this fatuous drama,
searching for another insignificant role
EPILOGUE
The role of ancient philosophical teachings
Justifying rapes and murders, through beastly preachings
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Once upon a time I was a rebel.
It was not what I chose to call myself;
In my mind I was a fighter –
A fighter for freedom:
A counter-oppressor.
Rebels were the others.
I was nourished
on a code of justice;
a racial attribute
taken with my mother’s milk
and reinforced
by family teachings.
Or preachings.
And it did not take too long
before my back was turned
in self-disgust on
what I termed sermonising.
(They called me a rebel.)
It was not what I chose to call myself.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
I found myself within us, after searching far and wide
In all the wrong places, motivated and blindly led by the world and all its teachings,
I found myself within us, all those tears i cried
For all those scary places, that I went to in my journeys through self discovery and preachings,
I found myself within us, and something else inside me died, Recalling all those faces, I thought were a window to my soul I could see
But clear not my vision, for I was only reaching
I found myself within us, and from that brand new tide
Came bryte and shiny places, for me to reveal and stare upon
Of the real me when I came to this world, with blood and fight and breaching
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
I can’t live without him
The one who brightens my day
And swore to be forever on my team
The one who believes in second chances
And gives unconditional hope
The one who cut the rope
That tied you down
And replaced it with a crown
The one who wipes your tears
When you felt like no one cares
The one who uplifts your spirits
And promises revival
When all you feel is
Broken
Weak
And ready to give up
The one who promises his arrival
If your heart remained true to his word
And not in this awful world
I can’t live without his love
His grace
From all the way above
His teachings
His preachings
And his blessings
For he knows the plans he has for you
He knows what your heart desires the most
Peace
Safety
Acceptance
And Love
Are nothing close
To what he has planned for you
For your life means more to him
Than you can imagine
If only you would open your heart
And love him with a passion
I can’t live without my Lord
My Savior
My world
I can’t live without him
I simply refuse to
And yes
This is another hymn
For my Lord and Savior
My King
My Shepherd
My life
My world
My light
The one who will forever shine bright
Even in the darkest of rooms
Because not even the night
Can darken his might and will
To fight
For you
For me
My King will fight
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Fall apart.
As ripped pages,
in the worn book
perched on your shelf.
Begging for mercy.
Pleading,
to be opened.
Unhinged,
the lies pour,
into a bottomless pit,
where mercy is belittled.
You laugh,
because He
He will salvage you.
The laugh of a scream,
can depict the sanity.
Your sheep,
dear sir,
are follow a flock of knave beings.
Preachings split and unopended wound.
Red,
the whale swallows,
an apple possesses.
The wound is in your mind.
In your heart.
Do you worship a fairytale?
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
attach wings to the backs
of me and my brethren
instead of whipping truth
from the cracks of our temple.
the preachings from the center
are supposed to release us
but stakes in our chains
run too deeply . . .
and, here I sit,
locked up in captivity
the prison of my self
it was the truth that kept me down . . .
it is the truth that sets me free . . .
and freedom is key . . .
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
I believe! I believe!
I will believe as hard as I can until it kills me!
God almighty in heaven above, let me believe!
I will dedicate my life to you,
I am prepared to die for you!
even if I don't really believe,
I will in time!
I can pretend for as long as it takes until my faith is true!
I mean,
there are lies that I can sink into so beautifully,
a falsehood that comes so natural that it may as well be true!
so this,
faith and joy,
should be nothing!
I've told a lot of lies,
I've faked a lot of identifies,
true
but this is is something that I truly want to be,
so I will force faith down my own throat until all that comes out of my mouth anymore are preachings
I will force myself to be the perfect god-fearing boy if it kills me
because gosh,
I just believe
so hard
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Look for me, not near you
in the eyes and the moments that flew
dreams, so beautiful and the words that were true
remember me, not when I have gone
imbibe the wisdom I adorn
be good and always be kind
you are my soul, don't let my preachings undermine
fear me, not when you fail
but when the angel succumbs and the devil prevails
cry for my, not when I die
savour my prestige and keep it flying high
manisha
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
I changed. Sorry. I don't laugh at those jokes now. I changed, sorry. My folders don't have flowers in them, instead band names. I changed, sorry. My wardrobe is filled with classy clothes that I don't wear. I changed, sorry. Green isn't my favorite color anymore. Black overtook my clothes and shoes. I changed, sorry. I am more open minded. I believe, now, that the world is a not so sweet place. I changed, sorry. My smile brings no comfort anymore. I changed, sorry. I easily get annoyed with preachings and pastors. I changed, sorry. I damage myself instead of damaging my loved ones. I changed, sorry. I don't care anymore.
The ones that don't change are those memories that forcibly replay in my head every minute.
They tell my to leave my past in the past.
But tell me, how can I do that?
How in the world can I forget something that is constantly there?
When I saw you again, my world crushed again.
I didn't expected the feeling of comforting you.
I didn't expected you to hug me.
It hurts!
It hurts to know that everything came down.
It hurts to know that we are strangers with memories.
It hurts to know that I am breaking inside, while you keep rolling with your life.
It hurts to know that you are in pain.
What hurts the most is that I can't be by your side.
What hurts the most is that I am overflowed with internal battles.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
You are as you were
No more needing to be said
With eyes that bore tears in joy and sadness
And heart that consistently bled
And mine and your hands locked together
To brave life’s twisted sense of humor
And I knew that, in that, we’d overcome the world
We were never perfect
That’s needing to be heard
Ever present were these jars of truth
Bitter tasting, well preserved
With hands clasped we understood it could not be fathomed
As we locked eyes, yes, words, yes, but never hearts
Maybe that’s the good in it
A gift in cross’ed stars
The reality of a ever present door
That we both know is ajar
The knowing that the hand we hold can build the other up
With the power that so easily can rip us apart
You were the one I’d always wanted
I was the one you leaned upon
With me not knowing what you were
And your faith in your strength long gone
My love for you unending, understated, undeterred
And your love for me one undoubted, but for me undetermined
Each time you speak I hear you
This world’s distraction become blurred
You serve your homemade truths
And I swallow every single word
Can’t decipher lies because I know only what you convey
And in that, you’re the most honest person I know
Our views of each other work
On the level that was stand
Where we get to choose what we convey
As we offer each other a hand
The preachings of the lying tongue and giving of stolen things
An knowledge of the mystery forever kept
Maybe this is not worth the chance
Our self destructive ways
The pure carnage we could leave behind
In our search to escalate
Satan’s aspirations to rise are what led to the fall
So maybe to stay divine, we must stay content
And so we look, we taste, we hear
And we feel that that’s enough
Maybe in leaving the uncertain just that
The relationship is safe from us
Or maybe this is just the lie we earnestly believe
In fear that the rise will be more painful than the fall
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
Should I lay my head, soaking in a tub covered in white paint
It is how you think I live, pretending to be a saint
I do not ask, but it is my children who must overcome my teachings
But what should I tell them of another man's preachings?
It is the unjust law that should be buried by glorious upheaval
For no law of despots and thieves knows equity, only evil
But thought repressed by those who will not allow others to speak
Is a law of mad men who would not give what it is they seek
In the judgment of those with too much power or nothing to lose
We are either ruled or blamed, but it is they who choose
I would die on the island of my father no matter the depth of peril
For the blood in my veins is not of the anger in your barrel
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC