Not Here

With the thorn in my flesh, I know I am not made for here.

One journey to know thyself. I with such expectation recognize myself through layers of weakness of mine. One scar I would scratch open, and thus spread its mark all over this momentary vessel. Bitter I was, and occasionally am, led by vengeful plots. Despite the persistence, what still breaks me is lack of affirmation, attention, and unconditional love from fellows. Though I know for sure lack is only human. My weaknesses rise to surface undeniably. My scars look at me and plead for aid. Strange. They are taught to shine. The shine of light masks the unpretty nature, instead revealing grace and purpose. To know thyself and to complete what I am here for.

One journey to know thy chase. I am reminded by crippling features, yet with no expectation accomplish. Generosity frees me of my traumatizing chains. Guidance governs the indecisive frontal mind. Grace gives way to self-forgiveness. With ease, I come to terms with control, knowing great plans have yet been unfolded. If I rewind, what I witness is suffering and courage. Impossible to comprehend of destiny. My merits I keep quiet with the Lord. Calming. They are taught to humble. Humility is the key to the gate of channeling wisdom. To know thy chase and to know I am made for gratitude.

Still I know. Not here.

Arithmetic

One is bound by his periphery. Life carries missing elements.
Divine intervention is in the summation.

One articulates existence with wealth. Rotting, devoured by moths.
The source vindicates this subtraction.

One is faithful to the final days. Loyalty pleases.
In blessings, shall witness multiplication.

Share with thy neighbors.
Love evolves through its division.

Such intelligible arithmetic.

Darker Night

Coming to dark
Lay down the weight
Coming to dark
Stay down with me

I know it is well
All the glory from toil you gain
Yeah I know it is well
Risking them which cause you pain

Yes, it’s getting dark
Lay down the weight
Oh yes, it’s getting dark
Stay down with me

The book tells all
All of us come so, so frail
The book tells all
Crown us with the sad, bloody trail

The book of life …

Come, it’s too dark
Lay down the weight
Come, it’s too dark, baby
Stay down with me

Before it’s too late
It is the darkest
When I’m not with you …

A Year Ago Today

A year ago today
Raised celestial on dry timber
Descending to earthly clay
Fronting ticking life reminder

That day … what a day.

That day
Little morning singer visited
Met it roaming lost
We welcomed, we grew delighted
Oblivious of cost
He graveled, comforted
Then deceased

A year ago today … now a yesterday.

Awaiting that yesterday
I embraced long lost love
Simple and sincere
He kissed my dermal glove
Farewell to dusk, I fear
Shear and tear
Then carried with me the rear

September seventeen, that day,

Sixteen here
Duty had me absentminded
Fluffed my blood traces

Father called
He called
They called
And I recalled

Forefather forthwith deceased
Tears, pure traces
Dripping, oh it still aches
My star aches

Until today.

Until today.
Scarred me, profoundly.
Saddened me, indefinitely.
Haunted me, gracefully.

Until today.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008 at 11:08pm

Not Only

Only questions
Questions to comfort the inconvenient
Convenience ... to where the breeze blows?

Only seeing
Seeing heals the wound of uncertainties
Uncertainties kill the spirit

Only reason
Reason peels the mold from beauty
The beauty of limitations and failures

Only truth
Truth that sets you ablaze with zeal
Zeal comes rushing out through the door of faith

Not only, but faith
Faith tears bills of indebtedness
Faith clings to a mother's instinct
Faith, only, traces to the well of meaning

Thursday, May 8, 2008 at 10:27pm