byfaith Poetry (86)

Thunderous as it rains, bleak and cloudy skies, thoughts are yet still:- momentarily it cannot fly. Images of love amass; but not shining through. This subtleness!-is it pain renewed? Joys that fill us, every day, distance, time-keeps away. Joining of the hearts; yet living different- paths; what longings and yearnings, this scenerio brings! Contradictions one and benedictions two. Obvious diffferences and i love you's. Alas! clouds are past, now the sky appears. The sun breaks forth; your eyes dropped a-tear. You two-great lights! Now, hope can shine; filling both our hearts. May our love endure; that spark:-for eternity!

That's a common shout, when overtaken by pain! Then, there's no doubt, that, a supreme reigns. This, our sudden cry, comes out spontaneously. So, why some deny, the only living deity. Jesus bore his cross, not leaving us behind. This was a high cost; keep that in mind! Accepting him is salvation; he reconciles the soul. It's all about redemption, come, be made whole!

Here are my sins, do cast them away. Purge me from within, where much iniquity lay. Make pure the inside, remove all my guilt. Do, cast it aside, yes, all the filth. Grant me your grace; let sins be forgiven. Please, for christ sake, pardon,seventy times seven! Lord don't condemn me, i know i have sinned. My hopes are on thee- all hopes i pinned! I seek your light, show me the path. May i recieve sight, grant me anew start! In jesus name i pray; please hear his voice. Lord have your way. Let my soul rejoice!

I write for you. Just want you know! Always fresh and anew, themes that makes wallow. I stimulate your imagination, by provoking your thoughts. I recieved some indignation, for material i brought. Your sentiments i treasure; postings that congratulate, too. Makes me always remmember, i am writing for you. Criticise if you want, i am serving here! Be yourself, even blunt; a servant must forbear! Reject all my writings; if they're not true. From, your humble servant. Unknown: poet for you!

Why am i silent and still my voice? It is by intent; a deliberate choice. For speech is silver. Silence is like gold. So now and forever, my silence will hold. Words are mis-understood, making my speech lie. Tell me why i should, bother, to even try. Now i nod my head, when iam spoken too. Prefer doing that instead; non can accuse you! Goodbye little chitty-chat, debate and gossip too. You must know that, it's not about you. I welcome silent now; yes not another word! Won't have another row, if iam never heard!

Love feels good; don't be decieve. Love not a mood; as some believe. Loads of intent; not good enough. Love we pretend, is emotional stuff. Love it's called; something we feel. Thinking that's all; yet not real. Love is charity. Love is kind. Forgiveness and mercy, reaps peace-of mind. Give pure love, put "self" apart; reflecting god's love, perfects the heart!

Love is great. Great is charity. Charity is kind. Kind makes facility. Facility is home. Home for living. Living about life. Life is giving. Giving is love. Love is charity!

Americans celibrated today, having recieved the news, of victory by their own obama over the elusive osama bin laden. bin laden who was a torn in the side for americans, finally succumed at the hand of the man many doubted had the ability to dethrone him. obama who has been generally underrated by many; including some of his own countrymen, was in ripping form, as he dismantled the feared osama in just about 45mins. bin laden who has been described as a hit and run artiste, was reportedly cornered by obama; the the rest is now history. Americans now feel a sense of pride, and rightly so, as few had give them any chance of defeating the charismatic and crafty jihadest. With chants of god bless america, many flocked to the streets to celebrated, what is viewed by most as a historic and monumental victory. For those who are unsure of the time of day take note: as bin laden had his time; now it is america time. It is Barack Hussien Obama's finest hour!

Christians and jews abound, many religions can be found. Freedom of speech endeared. Democratic values they share. Homosexuals and gays parade. Abortion: roe vs wade. All co-exist in this country. This a credit to democracy. The Barack Obama presidency, brought hope to minorities. Amonst problems, americans hope! With resilience they cope. Women have been elevated; this can't be overstated. The statue of liberty, the symbol that guarantees. Children rights and all; this inherited from small. America, what a country! A fifty state democracy. This is the reality. America: land of the free. From land of slaves, to home of braves! Looking to the future; God bless you america!

when we first met, our worlds came alive. Surely we now regret; our love didn't survive. That pure love died, filled hearts with grief. Tear ducts are dry; tears brought no relief. In all the world, searching hoping to find; one to make whole, comfort, piece of mind. That begs the question: what's love made of? If it can't be re-conditioned, let's reincarnate our love!

The flowers the lilies, they both could try. For all their beauty, in time they die. For death will come, to one and all. Laying lifeless and numb, while the standing fall. No re specter of persons, visiting small and great. Death chooses it's season, it seals the fate. Live life in peace, prepare, for basil's call. Then all will cease; death comes for all.

The conditions aren't right, but what can i say. Hope is my guardian- light. Note: this work don't pay. Inspired by a pure heart; wanting to make my mark. Determined to play my part; emptying shadows from the dark. Now charity as is proclaimed, is pure love in motion. Therefore my actions are aimed, to demonstrate my own devotion. Hoping and giving-my service, laying-up my treasures above. For this my selfless sacrifice; my humble: labour of love.