"willeth" poems
Only He willeth within me. What's within me? Sunshine, moon, heaven's stars? All here. Heaven's stars sunk within. He willeth to open doors. He waits, gives, creates, gives, kindles, gives, loves.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
All ye humans ****** earth art thou without conscience?
Reaping on the soil wherein thou soweth not,
Thou that poiseneth the sea with thy poisonous science;
Is thy heart so callous that it cannot but produce wrath?
Woe betide ye parasites feasting on planet earth,
Thy experiments have darkened the light of plants;
Careth not thou that they venom poisoneth animals to death?
Thou that tilleth the ground have ye no sympathy for ants?
Ye rippers of earth considereth thou not the health of thy environment?
By thy pregnant hands earth regret her existence,
Thy inhumanity to nature have forced her to retirement;
Art thou not touched by nature's plea for existence?
Thy activities have posed itself a threat to thee,
Woe betide thee for thou has poisoned nature to death;
Seeth not that thou causeth harm to none but thee?
Yet to thy household thou feedeth venom for meat.
All ye scavengers of nature and rippers of earth
The seed which thou soweth have turned into thorns,
Thy rebellious acts have caused thy citizens death;
Willeth thou not spare earth seeing thou causeth nature to cry storms?
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
O, Death, Keeper of Souls
The Eternal Watcher, ye take and give
Thou giveth life, thou taketh away
Grant, that in taking this life, I may
As thou willeth, live again,
Prosperteth, by chance, or choice,
Under thy mercy, that ye taketh not
My life, for one more day
Let this be my only plea, my sole prayer
“One more day.”
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
'tis the man in the mirror to begin
for rethinkin' his ev'ry deed 'n' sin
'n' all he has knowingly commited
willeth or willeth he not admit it
'tis this very man standin' before ye
tryin' to cover up ev'ry bad thing
wouldeth he be sincere in how to think
or remain deceivin' many a man
with these acts here showin' he be strivin'
as his truths in life he wouldeth live in
'blivious these webs of lies he be in
never bein' able to forgive him
for when 'tis not reflectin' on his self
shouldeth he not remain in his own shelf
..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 07/07/1439
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Out of the shadows, thou dost
After all times that thou lorned;
I hate mirrors and thee most
When fourteenth sun doeth horn—
When bright roses all afire'th
And sugars playeth with the air,
I condemn this very life
Whom of envy and unfair,
The lyrics from every tongue
Of just happy and in love,
To me biteth as the fang
Of thy serpent, of my scythe!
The scent of February
And its fortnight willeth come,
Subtle shade of jealousy
Upon all the Earth and man
Oh Valentine, thou hurteth
Thy caitiff flesh and spirit!
Oh, the fourteenth sun shall set
And our roads are to split!
Wilt thou come again?
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC