maryam muhammad, 20 february 2013
The love of god is greater than anything physical, or material,
His love runs deep embedded like rhinestones in your soul,
If you believe that he is the one and only spiritual person that keeps you afloat, or free from difficulties,
Then you would be willing to put him before any squad that makes you sacrifice your own spiritual enlightenment and emotional health in order to make the squad leader satisfied,
I refused to be like the walking dead a zombie going about my everyday life unaware of how much today’s economy has put on my mental state,
God come first in my eyes he makes my spirit free from the stresses of today’s society
No squad can do that for me they may offer me temporary security, but no one can secure my safety better than god can,
Squads turn against each other; god never turns his back on those who trust in him,
simple things can make a squad want to hurt you, God knows that you are only human and will allow you to make mistake in order to learn,
Djamesrushlow, 20 february 2013
She makes me upset
On the upside she makes me obsessed
To the point of no breath
I would fluff the clouds to comfort her rest
conjure her air to fill her chest
stop the sun to watch its set
I would shift the stars to spell her name
tame the skies to stop the rains
I would make her life the best of days
maryam muhammad, 20 february 2013
So underrated it can be irritating at times, but when I think about it those are the ones in the spot light. No one can appreciate good talent if their minds aren't open for it. Speaking the truth for some is overrated so they deny the facts to keep from hurting because they are used to hearing, reading, and watching things that talk about nothing. What will you know if you retain information that gets you nowhere, and what will you gain if you aren't open to receive positive information. learning is an everyday process it will not stop after college, paying attention to the things that matter will help you grow as a human, but will also give you the knowledge you need to help you get through your everyday life's lessons
maryam muhammad, 20 february 2013
The grace that he portrays while finding his way in this world is honorable,
The many things he creates to make a living is his determination to live and succeed,
He is what holds his family up; he is the strength, the provider, and the protector of his loved ones, and the one uplifting his community,
To me he is an historical figure someone that lives beyond material gain, and loves to give in order to see others happy,
His honesty brings respect and love to his people,
He is the first to jump up and stand up for the rights of those who can’t,
He brings relevant facts and evidence to the table to prove his point to those who cover up false truths,
He is not afraid to learn what he doesn’t know,
He acknowledges those who’s willing to pick up a book to learn for centuries to come,
He is always looking for ways to help better his community,
He encourages others to jump in and help a historical figure is what he is,
His actions, commitment, and devotion to providing a safe, and healthy life for everyone is quite evident,
louis gander, 20 february 2013
You float above your body,
ascending into sky.
You hear the angels singing.
You're really not sure why.
You hear them a Cappella,
for just a song or two -
and then the instruments chime in
which take all breath from you.
Tall, massive sculptured columns
hold alabaster beams -
high above your stature.
It, overwhelming, seems.
The granite steps are pure as glass.
The huge and massive doors -
now open up, reveal in full,
the warmest parquet floors.
A bright light draws you hither,
between the velvet walls.
You hear those massive doors go shut.
A hollow echo calls.
But you have done no walking.
You simply float along -
until you enter room that holds
ten thousand angels strong.
The ceiling seems a mile high,
with walls a mile wide!
There is no time to make amends,
there is nowhere to hide.
Intimidated by this all,
in center of the room -
with bulging eyes, your jaw has dropped.
You hear a massive "boom"!
You're stripped of all possessions.
You're standing there alone.
The gong still echoes in your ears -
and God is on the throne!
Your earthly life, you quick relive.
Oh, what have you achieved?
Exposed and feeling guilty now,
have truly, you believed?
You knew that judgment day would come -
but why was it so soon?
You've missed your last vacation
and it is now 'high noon'.
Lightning cracks with thunder!
You think it very odd -
but then you understand it all.
It is the voice of God!!
Your mouth still hangs wide open.
You cannot even squeak -
and then begin to wonder -
will Jesus stand to speak...?
Oh, one more chance, you wish you had -
but it will never be -
for you are reading this right now -
and yet, you cannot see -
nor hear Him knocking on your heart,
the door to your own soul.
However, if you let Him in -
then He will make you whole.
Not even you can be so bad
that you have lost all heart -
for Christ had died for everyone -
including you - so start.
Two thousand thirteen years ago
it took a real Man
to sacrifice Himself for you.
Repent in tears. You can.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Gert Strydom, 20 february 2013
When I see you smile in tranquillity
there comes a great kind of joy to me
when our eyes meet for a time again
there is a kind of charming romance,
with a new message in every glance,
with emotions of both joy and pain
and between us a sweet serenity.
Gert Strydom, 20 february 2013
They enter in
a humid world without a sun,
they enter in,
during blissful passion and sin,
all the swimming had just begun,
in mommy’s little box of fun
they enter in.
Gert Strydom, 20 february 2013
The bit of time
that together we both do spend,
the bit of time
still have some reason and some rhyme
as our love lasts and do not end,
it is godsend and it does bend
the bit of time.
Satish Verma, 20 february 2013
The unspoken words
had the unborn quality.
That homliness sitting around the fire pits
writhed in predatory hopelessness.
Insensitive to flesh
we were shooting the ducks in midair.
Rapture for the dirt,
deceit does not need a consonant,
the intensity confronts the meaning.
The impermanence of joy
restores the crypt;
the body was still to be brought.
On the winds
a crumpled name floats
recalling the orgies.
Satish Verma
Naeem, 19 february 2013
I heard them,
heard them all,
I have seen them,
seen them all.
So cold,
they were so cold!
The rose beneath I,
decayed as I tried,
tried to lift it for light.
It was too late.
Oh Fate!
You are No more to blame!
It was me and my name.
Dry it became
in this very
vast frame.
The color faded away
as night turned darker,
but never day.
The birds cried
over the rose, silently
yet they echoed-
echoed to me endlessly.
Those hums, those voices
were slaughterers,
I lost what I had and
there was blood.
Blood on my hands!
I seized that away,
that sorrow,
that grief.
Forgive me not for
I have no mercy but anguish,
it has embraced me.
I cannot shed
that tear anymore
for this heart of mine
has turned to stone.
-Nr.
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