Darkness descends
Night begins
Closed doors
Saintly sins

Moon abate
Glossy eyes
Man believes
Devil lies

Spirits roam
Somber thoughts
Spiritual war
Battle fought

Hours fade
Unclean hands
Sexual immorality
Nightly stand

Gratify desires
Evil holds
Body sacrifice
Debauchery enfolds

Tainted hearts
Not ashamed
Guiltless minds
Others blame

Selfish wants
Forever owed
Needs met
Never sowed

Envy rules
Sour grapes
Others covet
Morals rape

Lust abound
Hearts exploded
Senses unchecked
Times imploded

Darkness reigns
Devils light
Man’s indiscretions
Never right
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“He made darkness his covering,
his canopy around him,
thick clouds dark with water” Ps(18:11)

Will I ever be the same?
A voice in mute
Puts time in dispute
I’ll dip my pen within my hand
To rest upon my stand
Time doesn’t heal
But its memories I’ll steal
To press for my appeal

If time allows
Not knowing how
Or what to do now
For what’s left for me
If only the verse
And not the melody

On the road to Moriah I met a man
Whose words I didn’t understand
“Have you passed the test
Or do you follow the rest?”
“Do you travel with faith in hand?”

Returning from Moriah is when I knew
What the man was referring to
Left to my own devices
Had left my world in crises
But with faith as my strength I made it through
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Faith manifests itself in obedience

“Understanding is the reward of faith.Therefore
seek not to understand that you may believe,but
believe that you may understand.’
Augustine (354-430)

No one counts the days
No one counts the ways
Before they grieve
What do you believe?
Do you?

Die in regret
Have done
Haven’t yet

Die in fear
Not knowing what lies ahead
Where do you go?
How do you get there?

Die in denial
You take the position in opposition
Don’t take about dying
Continue denying

Die self-sufficient
I did it my way
That’s all I’ll say

Die in change
Thinking that resolutions
Could provide the solutions

Die in faith
There’s no debate
Live in faith
Die in faith
However!
Talking about dying
Is a social taboo
But how you look at dying
Depends on your point of view
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“Every man must do two things alone;
he must do his own believing and his own dying”
Martin Luther

Ari Moriendi (c1415)
The Art of Dying

Bury me not in a mausoleum
Where they visit like a museum
Only to be left alone
Surrounded by blocks of stone

Bury me where the beauty of spring
Will bring me a carpet of clover
To cover me over

Bury me where the shadows fall
On a bright  summer day
Let them rest where I lay

Bury me where the autumn leaves fall
Let their bright colors
Spread a blanket of pall

Bury me where the snow
Brings a blanket of white
To warm me on a cold winter night

A place where the squirrels rabbits butterflies
Come to visit
Where the birds sing my song
A place where I belong
A place where I’ll never be alone
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“For behold,the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard
In our land.
The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth
Their fragrance…”

The Song of Solomon
(2:11-13)

I inspire pens to write
I give thoughts that transcend imaginations
I open portals for I am immortal
I capture your
Voice
Laughter
Love
Sadness
All that’s required
To fulfill your desires

I speak an awaken your broken dreams
I inspire and set hearts on fire
I lead and you follow
I give and you take
I feed and you swallow

I am the words you put to song
Without me you can’t get along
I am the love you fantasize about
I am the romance you can’t live without
I am the emotions that stir your devotions

For!
You give me life
I exist only in you
For I am the poem
But you are the poet
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“The poets mind is in fact a receptacle
for seizing and storing up  numberless feelings,
phrases, images which remain there until
the particles which can unite to form a new
compound and are present together”
T.S. Eliot

The angels descended
Caught in the spirit
They lifted me where I lie
Transported me
To the other side

I stood before a jury of three
Robed in black
There they questioned me
My tongue was numb
I could not speak
The answers were given to me

The jury then stepped out
I had no defense
I could not object
It made no sense

The jury returned
Robed in white
To welcome my soul
From darkness to light

The spirits rejoiced
I heard it in their voice
You may not think it so
But the jury makes the choice
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“Rejecting Jesus is like a fugitive who spends
all day running to hide.
You will face him after death.
He is the only Judge and Jury.”
Felix Wantang

Welcome back to your memories
To the times you left behind
Those recollections still haunt you so
Those mirror-like images
That reflect the moments of your life
you cannot reject

Images that still shine brightly as time moves on
Visual photographs you thought were gone
They remain with you still
Those leftover dreams yet to fulfill
The images you see
A level above reality

They never seem to let you forget
It would seem your past
Is not through with you yet

You claim to have the right to
Intimidate
Harass
Humiliate
Incite to violence
This is your claim under
Life’s eminent domain
You have the right to seize
To do what you please

You step out of your domain
Establish your own
Your own written code
Which is not subject to your
Normal abode

Clothed in anger
Vail in heart
You attempt to
split apart

You may bang the drum
Until you are numb
You may fool some
But for the rest
We’re just not that dumb!
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“Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?”
“Mrs. Robinson”(1968)
Simon & Garfunkel

“Do not reprove a scoffer,or he will hate you
Reprove a wise man and he will love you”
‘If you are wise,you are wise for yourself,
And if you scoff,you alone will bear it”Ps:9(1-18)

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Must I pretend to satisfy your end
Must I
play along
Deny
surrender
Submit

Why is there no dialog?
Why remain silent?
You say it’s best
If I follow the rest

Why label me ?
Tell me what I’m not
For the disguise I see
Is part of the plot

You expect obedience
Follow along
To disagree
Is deemed wrong

You play my conscience
Hoping to subdue
To follow your conscience
I’m told to do

You turn truth into lies
And lies into truth
You cleverly deceive
To make me believe

You attempt to entrap me
With your double talk
Then expect me to walk the walk
You thought you could decide
What you wanted me to be
But!
You completely underestimated
The power of me
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“Ultimately the only power to which man should aspire
Is that which he exercises over himself”
Elie Weisel

“But in his pomp man will not endure; He is like the beasts that perish. This is the way of those who are foolish, And of those after them who approve their words.”
Psalm 49(12-13)