Our God
Our God
Is he just a
reminder of our life?
Or a remedy for our
hearts pang,
Yet humanity takes him
for-granted, for I have
done it myself,
it is he who
We owe commitment,
but we condemned
our souls to woe,
We drink the wine,
we take the bread, his
body we eat,
and yet we are hungry,
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Woe
The persistent of death invited me many times,
it was like sweet invisible mist, suggesting
passages and fake structures of beautiful
sights. I becoming so vain, giving life to
death, never knew where it begin, A wreck
of inevitable escape, the overwhelming
meadows to cross in pass, the shroud ready
spread, on fields of stone and cultivated land.
To attain through wind and waves, to the higher
of deep desires in my heart, of the vast sea of
death coming through, maybe in a hum coming
slowly beneath the walls in through my kitchen
sink or coming in forms of light. Not even the
cold howling of wolves can measure the
shivers to my soul. A slow call whisper while
i sleep, and waking my brain from a restful
state, yes is the evil in the air calling, invading
my house, i declaring and pushing him out,
I could not think of beautiful things,
like intoxicating sense of blossom peach or
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Faculty
Sometimes it seems so hard to work out the words,
and then again it seems not hard at all. Just write,
is as simple as that. There are times i can't seem to
work the words, other times the words come up
bubbling in my head with character and meaning.
At times i feel challenged by other writers, and i
begging to doubt my ability to work the words,
i simple read another writer and then i know i have
nothing to be worry about. I understand then that my
contest is with myself and not with other writers.
We all think about the same things, because once
in our life’s we all go through the same situations.
We all have the brain to create anything in our heads.
There’s nothing that i can't do if i focus and if i
don't focus; “you see” this word- focus is meaningful
in some ways, we need the focus, but in poetry we
need more the fantasy in our thoughts, the meaning
to our words, focusing can be important, but if your
head is not in the mood, there’s not going to be any
words bubbling up, even though you don’t need it so
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