"reconciling" poems
Ramadan opens door of mercy each year
reconciling all our hearts on goodness, generosity and forgiveness.
We are all clusters of sins awaiting repentance
holding on to a book bonded with threads of faith
Encrusted with pristine words and reminders from Allah (swt)
When our heads hung low,
And our eyes dripped tears and despair
The pillars of Islam held us back up.
They are the backbone of our lives.
Ramadan leaves us with empty stomachs during the day
But with that our tongues are heavy with thikr
And our hearts are soft from patience.
I pray that we find the right doors to open, and that we remain among the faithful believers.
Ramadan Kareem to my muslim followers x
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Relating the incompatible
Reconciling irreconcilable
Forgetting the indelible
Walking the liquid ground.
Turning the dark on at noon
Being an octopus in the body of a racoon
Melting the stone, stoning the melted
No utterance commented.
How does it feel to be unreal?
You may not like me when I disagree
But teach me how to like me
While I'm
Relating the incompatible
Reconciling irreconcilable
Forgetting the indelible
Walking the liquid ground.
Turning the dark on at noon
Being an octopus in the body of a racoon
Melting the stone, stoning the melted
I'll romance the unloveable
Place my shoulder under the unbearable
The pose we take in an argument
Sustainable measurement.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
In pursuit of an elusive harmony
summer nights rolled away from us
reverberating into a numinous bass line
while reconciling our dreams
with a burgeoning truth
Flustered with desire
and walking in a non-ordinary reality. Lost within the Source
of all there is and ever was. We re-animated
navigating through portals unexplained
to retrieve this love
We plied our differences into commonality
and re-aligned our fractured selves using the agency
of synchronicity - having found
an immutable archetypal truth
and having found from where our self-portraits flow
Much more than soul mates, Plato
offers stories of Zeus splitting souls in half
as punishment for pride.
In this incarnation, have we found humility?
Will this be enough to carry us back to nobility?
It is challenging to find your way back
into a lover's arms. Mistakes haunt us eternally (if we allow for that)
but every morning if we awake
and let go, using the suns setting and rising as a reminder that
with experience, guidance, and repetition ... it gets easier
My half soul
awoke as my mortality decomposed
when half becomes one, then the real turmoil begins
from the shores of St. Mary, Raven calls
and I follow my destiny into an Obsidian Night
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
The cranes flew and the city grew and what did I do?
put my head in the sand,
so I could no longer see the change that was happening all around me.
A land fit for heroes,city tycoons and wannabe Nero's and now't left in the stew *** for me or for you lot,
and how do you feel about that?
More money than sense and scant recompense for the builders who toil,who make the monsters that rise and eat up the soil, despoiling the land,more heads in the sand but holding out hands for that scant recompense.
Reconciling the bile in their throats with those city gent suits in their trilby's and coats and soldiering on until the earth is all gone.
A legacy indeed for them who would scramble in scrub land and grow things to feed the dysfunction of family,
what seeds we have sown,how defectively grown we've become and all for the buildings that greedily search out the sun,
somewhere up in the heights.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
I am common.
seemingly feminine
but shoulders strong
as barbed-wire.
like a chicken I am
underdeveloped—my wings
weak and unable to
lift me into the air.
I am preoccupied
in self-identified war
with the 875 square foot
apartment and the pasta
that refuses to boil.
on my knees, I
crawl
reconciling rhyme
and reason for
suffering.
the world has gone awry,
I say to myself on an
afternoon bike ride
through wooded
pain, my face
a perfect plane for
scathing branches.
quick and easy blood
am I.
wretched and astonishing
is the rhetoric I
find in the hollow of
my rib.
I am common
but not so when
written by hand.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
**** men
predatory *** hounds
chasing skirts and tights
aching **** idiots
disciples of Eros
Christs of fetish
reconciling nothing
veiling that principled demeanor
of feminist culture
"of don't objectify me".....translation
sensual form is not natures ruse
machine Eve must
override override override
well the id does not negotiate
the superstructure
of affected political tele-reality
starring
the liberal chattering class
who speculate male motives
to be some vainglorious power trip
while corporatized media personalities
feign out of control lust
as a mental disorder
and
sit up like shuddering Pekingese
yessing the lascivious
as a fiction
no ladies
its not just power
theories are not testosterone
it is pure unadulterated
relentless
irreducible
urge to merge
like the beluga **** channel
sea world as you've never seen it before
where male dolphins
batter and gang bang
the weaker ***
in search of feral harmony
in an overbuilt society
yet to become a civilization
are we
scissored between a wild ****** id
of the damed
and the Victorian sacred
of the damed
oh you silky damsels
makin men moody and humid
pure **** heroine
a poison ivy of ***
like a rash
givin men folk the itch
cant stop the twitch
rubber *******
in a rubbing frenzy
from your soaking heat and odor
we are a rumbling of muttering torments
for the forbidden taste
of you
oooow
oooow
we are pan in a mad dance
for glistening shanks
and buttery kisses
we are the early bird looking for the worm
hunters decreed by the liturgy of heaven and hell
a constellation of infatuation and lechery
mad with adoration
love slaves in a raging furnace of desire
*** addicts
that just say yes
turgid dogs
hole sniffers
voluptuous monsters
all johnny apple seed
and sometimes your salvation
as you are ours
knowing that sometimes
real eroticism eclipses morality
and yes my darlings*
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NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
In the Name of Allah the Magnificent the Beneficent, Allah you show me much of You're Gratitude, my prayer are never sufficent.
Allah my heart and soul pleads for Your Grace, my life has turned for the worse please have Mercy on my soul and all my sins erase.
Deep in the valley in the darkness of life, so difficult to find an exit that would lead me out of this strife.
I supplicate, my soul cries searching for guidance, so deep in this worldly life while crawly out of subsidence.
Reconciling and searching for the better things You offer, forgiveness in my vocal cord is stifled, my soul suffer.
Allah, Your Greatness is so sound Your Creation is so perfect in Your way, my Lord hear my prayer don't let me go astray.
The rain You bring upon us fulfills the rich supplement of life for mandkind, the lost gratitude and praises we leave so behind.
Forgive me Allah of my pass and coming sins, I beg for Your Compassion from now and till my new life begins.
Cleans my heart and soul, with Your Heavenly Grace make me as white as snow, forgiveness is the best that I know.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
A gallant foeman in the fight,
A brother when the fight was o'er,
The hand that led the host with might
The blessed torch of learning bore.
No shriek of shells nor roll of drums,
No challenge fierce, resounding far,
When reconciling Wisdom comes
To heal the cruel wounds of war.
Thought may the minds of men divide,
Love makes the heart of nations one,
And so, the soldier grave beside,
We honor thee, Virginia's son.
2.5k
beauty is in the heart
freedom is within the mind
and peace is found
when we unbind
from our earthly attachments
reconciling, that sparse is our time
there will come a day
where youth will pass away
convictions, less in the sense of values but crime
you'll have wished you spent your earlier years
with a nose fixed to the grind
wouldn't that have been grand
in the latter part of your life
to have no worries on the mind
no cares, but for
time time time
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
I can't really say for sure if I ever knew true love, because I have never understood a clear definition of what it is. I see in the movies - guy meets girl, woos her, they fall in love & live happily ever after; I see family / friends seemingly in love but bickering, fighting, unfortunately sometimes never reconciling. I can truthfully say I have known many loves in its innumerable forms. I have opened my heart only to close it again due to fear, uncertainty, doubt or deceit. I have promised my undying love to not just a few, only to steal my heart back treacherously as if it would cause them no pain. How could it possibly - they lived successfully before they knew or loved me - yet, what if it did? and why am I so "numb" to that pain. Why don't I feel the sting of ripping my OWN heart out of my OWN chest and trampling it every time someone tries to love me? I don't want to be loved - because that leaves me vulnerable to getting hurt.
But I DO want to be loved - God only knows where I'll find it.
© 2012
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
From the blue black alley of my worst night terror, you reappear.
I wake, sweating a gauzy film of so many lost years.
You were that nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.
I was your stolen piece of fiction,
You plagiarized my youth,
Writing your own broken inventions
Into the fabric of my innocence;
You ripped my seams
Until I was your blank canvas.
But as you came tearing your way up that alley I realized,
I've been rewriting history,
stitching together a past with crooked seams.
Because every nightmare begins with:
eyes closing,
breath slowing,
the sandman whispering,
"Sweet dreams."
You were not always a monster.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Can they not see the
sweat dripping
and the blood soaking
the wood it keeps staining
and the thorns piercing
through the hair matting
in the heat?
Flesh was hanging
on nails drilling
clean through bones struggling
to hold up a man gasping
“It is finished.”
The darkness cloaking
the world mocking
its King they kept rejecting.
In His death, rejoicing,
as He hung there dying
and in the darkness bearing
all our shame and gathering
up our brokenness and bearing
the price of our sins and daring
to go against demon guardians grinning
shameless as they kept defying
the King of Kings.
But no heavenly or earthly being
nor beast or devil or phantom floating
could ever stop Him from breaking
the chains of sins and suffering.
No past was too dark or disgusting
to be held up to the light He was offering,
no shame too hopeless and past redeeming,
or stain too stubborn to resist His cleansing.
No man too low, no man deserving,
and no man too high to earn this blessing.
He came; He loved, never stopped pursuing
the world. For the lost searching
for the truth, the empty craving
love, He spared nothing,
not even His Son and sending
Him to the cross, to a death humiliating.
All for love, all for reconciling
a people wayward and lost and bumbling
in the darkness, to His welcoming
arms. All for His children, angels celebrating
their return to the Father.
Weeping.
Rising.
Praising.
Proclaiming
"We are home."
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
heart to heart connections,
warm embraces in cold moments,
reconciling our perspectives
& realigning each other’s focus.
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tactful conversations,
with intentional devotion,
healing the deepest of wounds
& building bridges over oceans.
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
sodden cheeks
drenched in sorrow's repine
the drops fell
with a saddening gush
little by little
the sides of the
face felt less wet
as the air of solace
toweled the harrowed skin
for an age
drab raining clouds
prevailed
each day the tourment
of loss being there to
remind
of a suffering ache
of the stress in agony
of the constant wailing
not on the wane
out of the dark pall
of demise
emerges
the bright sun's light
reconciling
the hours of grief
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
*creation rests within intricacies
rainbows occupy little space
imagination is pervasive
hope encompasses galaxies
sentiment imploring reason
heart negotiating the mind
sentient reconciling reality
dreams awaiting reincarnation
faith in earnest development
amidst premature existential loss
artistically loving expression
crafting interstitial intimacy*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
i'm so bad at falling asleep
love isn't a destiny, it's a disease
festering deep inside of me
manifesting in every part of everything
taking over the blood of my weak being
love isn't the beauty of a stolen lover's kiss
it's the reconciling of the moments eternally gone amiss
stuck in the the past life, true lover's heartbroken kiss
what did i do to deserve this?
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
*the clothespin is growing full
time for hanging out to dry
initially the tears gone by
followed by freshly inked pages
words beyond lyrics escape me
sounds without notes are tuned out
a brand of merciful oblivion
melodic morphing of the moment
having forsaken reconciling past
having abandoned present rationale
the future becomes mine to ignore
merely rogue feelings incarnate*
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will change
It’s anxiety
With a little bit of surge in tension an anxiety takes hold of the mind
What will happen now?
What will happen next?
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will fall in it’s proper place as per thought prior
As per planned
Expectations
These are expectations
Expectations are built upon expectations when expectations from prior are met.
When expectations from prior are fulfilled.
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
All the efforts made so far will yield the desired results
It’s hope
It’s hope that keeps everyone working towards the future
With each passing moment
With yet another advancing day,
Very soon that will become part of the present, time passes by
Time flies, however, life continues
With all the twists and turns that happen in everyone's life
With all the odds that come along the way
With all the ups and downs of life
All the highs and lows in life
Life continues
Life does not stop waiting for someone
Life continues as it is
At it's usual pace.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
Take me back to a time when life slowed to the rhythm of a Beatles song,
When an orange glow reflected the intoxicated passion rushing through our veins,
Where flesh met flesh in all its innocence and simple words became ****** philosophy.
Four people searched for quiet in the chaos, for meaning in the secrets of eternity.
Truthful fingers traced purple arms and green hands graced ivory skin,
As faces became lost in the designs of a creative cannibal.
Laughing voices rang in our ears, the biblical words of our wandering spirits.
The room around us, having a life of its own, spins faster and faster, knowing its destiny to fall.
Ancient histories slipped off our lips and the aches of forgotten dreams came to light,
Came to remind us that we were not who we thought we were without the colors in the night,
That our naked selves in the sunlight were only shells of beings meant for the extraordinary,
But, fearing rejection, hiding behind the impenetrable mask of mediocrity.
Streams of shameful reality fall from eyes burning with regret,
Leaving tracks of yesterday on perfectly blackened faces.
No words of comfort offered, but penetrating faith in the eyes of a stranger was all it took
To make walking next to the stars seem like coming home.
Devoured by the strong hands of false saviors passed reconciling abandonment
When lost soul meets lost soul, closer than warm lips that grew wings.
Senses heighten as entangled bodies bathe within the carnal oceans of unconscious desire,
Melting beneath the bitter chill of our own painted masterpiece.
Where hands lie to mind as inhibitions lose their voice,
And flesh makes its imprint in an acrylic dream world.
A world whose promises are not meant to endure but for the moment
Stoic figures replace dancing shadows as pale morning creeps up its leg
The breeze of summer parts its way through twisted fingers as birds’ sweet songs pierce christened ears
No traveler speaks of the dirt on our feet, the map left behind but lines on our hands
But eyes filled with knowledge learned through eyes staring back, whisper only the colors of the unthinkable things we found in shades of blue.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
It must hurt
To finally know,
What i contained.
-All the time that i thought you'll comprehend.-
You ask for forgiveness
from the paleness
that you've caused
and ofcourse you wouldn't know
as we were paused.
We're in flames of carmine,
Watching our souls untwine.
And a woeful combat
Between both
Of our demons,
Detached.
It must surely trigger,
Realising: the damages get bigger.
and I was a beautiful cave
for which you were allowed to pave in, your own path.
You dab,
An amount of prestige
Onto your personality.
Splashing all the,
Insignificance over my
Unattended morality.
I've taken too,
Too much of heart;
Too much of soul.
As i give up blood,
I'm musing over you
(Maybe) a last time.
I must alter my actions,
And turn them to you.
now that we're done
I let you live as a slave
cause the ashes that are deep buried,
the flames that burn with screams
often unheard
may seem to be easily blown off
but it won't
it's wrath.
Lastly here i am,
Reconciling my words to you;
Putting them together
In and out of place.
The last breath i take (in your name):
Your honor, i rest my case.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Decide once and for all, all that’s going on in mind
Decide and then proceed
It's important
Also important is the fact that you make sure nothing else is going on at the back of mind
Once decided, time to move ahead with what to do next.
As simple as it seems what seems to be simple is not that simple
Life has never remained simple
Ups and downs
Highs and lows
Success and failure,
life consists of everything and all.
As simple as it seems what seems to be so simple is not that simple
Life has never remained simple
Remembering and recalling the past
Reconciling the present moment with past
Continuing with the present moment of time
Ascertaining the future,
life consists of everything and all.
Whatever goes on in mind at the present moment in time,
one thing has always remained for sure,
life remains unpredictable.
Uncertain and unpredictable are ways of life
Vagueness and ambiguity remains a part of life
In all the ways of life, remember one thing for sure
One thing that must remain the same, must not change
As and when, whenever you get a chance,
seize the right moment in time,
the best available opportunity in time and make use of it,
remember then, don’t forget to smile.
Live life to the best of your abilities
Live life to the fullest, until the last moment in time is over
Never leave the opportunity to smile in life
Life continues with the ups and downs, highs and lows
Never does it mean life is all about odds
The only thing it meant was to look at life with a positive approach.
Never give up
Smile
As and when you get a chance smile
It’s important since when you smile, life will smile back at you
The odds will remain, but the ways of dealing with them will become simpler.
Be positive in life,
A time will then come when something will fall in place and the rest will follow soon.
Have patience,
Be confident, have faith in yourself,
definitely, a moment in time will come when you will have a way of your own.
Thereafter you will realize that victory is not far away, it’s on the way.
A time will come when you will reap the benefits of all the efforts that you have made.
Until that moment in time life continues on its own,
so don't forget to smile as and when you get the right moment in time.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
the rumbling of the grey skies
and the world's biggest and dirtiest lies
had come again to my own senses
that i am indeed an irreparable mess
as the rain poured heavily,
my heart started to feel the pain
i was awakened from my reverie
and my tears blended with the rain
i thought of reconciling with the ache
but the rain was something i could not take
for when the skies rumble and cry
i remember your most painful goodbye
that day in summer, the rain appeared
stripes were drawn on my window pane
i could not protect you the way i feared
just like how i was not able to stop the rain
i despised the rain ever since you left
but ink the deepest corner of my heart, you were kept
and the rainfall could not silence my cries
for you remained in my battles even in disguise
as i stood here on this side of the road
without an umbrella but a life to hold
i looked on the other side and you were there
but all i could do is cry, stand still and stare
you took careful steps -- slow but sure
i suddenly felt relief as if discovering a disease's cure
the skies cried even more than before
but my eyes witnessed how you were so kind and pure
your umbrella may not have stopped the rain
but it lessened the hurt in my memory lane
now i know that when the skies cry
i will always find hope in your goodbye
in this dark and gloomy world of fools
life still exists -- like how the rain falls
just knowing that in our heads it pours from above
life is beautiful when i can live in your love.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
And a vision appeared to the Poet in the night
The vision of The Holy Spirit in the wild wood:
‘By one thing only
By nuclear weapon alone
Sin enters the world
And death by sin
Who shall deliver us from this death?
Lord raised up Savior from the dead
You too won’t die
As His Spirit dwells in you.
Beware of the nightmare leading nowhere
And bigot’s extremism claws:
O what delight, as consecrated rose worships the altar,
Inner chapel and sanctuary:
Angels and heaven smile.
This Ultimate Reality
(Symbol of the greatest and noblest,
Mankind has striven for
Generation after generation)
Reborn as Christ
Reveals His creative fecundity
Infinite manifestations.
Our perfection
Our ripe blooming
Our sunlight and singing
Our reconciling dry philosophy
With light of Love
And this alone is our true sovereign.
By this knowledge alone
The timeless is united with time:
Liberation from the human wheel
Otherwise our disaster is irremediable:
Satanic spell will work
New weapons develop
New violence within States.
The only battle worth fighting is Peace
The spirit will defeat the canonshots
This is the reverend aisle of a true temple
Never forget the admonitions
I insist
Self-sacrifice is regeneration
And the moment of birth_
Living among charlatans, poseurs, terrorists
Doing acts of love and charity
Sorting out diamonds among the dross.”
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC
Autumnal-hued embers fade with majesty
Their warmth a caressing balm upon skin
The contrasting potency of the moon magnifies its earthly dominance
Sitting alone; reconciling this single-life’s insignificant history consumes thought
The will to dream of blossom-laden avenues inviting possibilities long abandoned
Is this still living when rhyme and reason no longer hold court?
And dependable escapism eludes; rapture so harshly neglected
Will the early morn sun gently tease the sleepy eye?
Or will the capturing darkness bring release?
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC