It is all about the beauty of life painted in a language so breathe- taking and consuming.Dance all you can in the field of beauty and freedom, glue your soul to life's tunes so peaceful and compelling.The muse of POETRY.
Monday, 15 June 2015
THE HOLD OF PRIDE AND HUMILITY
Humilty pleads a hold of my soul
Pride dances with Lucifer's toes
With haughty eyes lies flies
So deceptional and intentional
A feeling of I am my boss
When all I am is a coin
The devil toss
Looking at the needy,
I say "how lazy you are" pity!
When in reality's eyes,
Poor is me than the needy
Pity is me...
Hmmm! Suddenly, a memory of old knocks
A memory of a love I felt so divine
A memory of a vine so refined in holliness
Awww! Tears I can barely hold back glides
down my manly Cheeks...
Kneeling I kneel for how I know not...
Mercy O Lord my tongue cries!
Pride,the source of all evil has kissed
and made aborminable love to me...
Forgive me Lord for I am yours to keep.
- Songs.gh-
**God is good...God is love**
Sunday, 7 June 2015
LET LOVE REIGN
LET SMILES RING |
Let good spring
Let love soar
Let smiles ring
Let joy pour
Smile to the weary
Brighten away their worry
Do good to bad
Drive away their bad
Love those who know hate
And deprive hate breathe
Serve sadness joy
Cripple sadness ploy
Give to the needy
And let poverty flee
As my master said
“It is not the healthy
Who needs a doctor,
But the sick” I have
Not come to call the
Righteous, but sinners
To repentance.”
Let good spring
Let love soar
Let smiles ring
Let joy pour
Smile to the weary
Brighten away their worry
Do good to bad
Drive away their bad
Love those who know hate
And deprive hate breathe
Serve sadness joy
Cripple sadness ploy
-Songs.gh-
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