Pen of a Ready Writer

So near yet poles apart 

The other side how far ? 

Road so smooth cum rough 

Full of the tales of yesterday’s failures not tomorrow’s success 

My path lighted by my thoughts 

Extinguished by the darkness seemingly on the other side 

The other side 

The divide I dare not 

Like a pendulum whose peace is troubled 

My thoughts wandering like a floating carcasses 

Preyed upon by the Ravens on the other side 

Ravens whose predatory instincts is matched by no other on this side of the fence 

Yet ever present to devour them who dare 

The other side 

The scenes are chaotic but returning is not an option echoes of terror filled the air 

My heart is fainting 

Strength failing 

Yet the one who said to wait at the other side haven’t changed his course 

The assailing ship is perturbed the water wobbles 

Her misery is compounded by the contrary wind taking side with them at

The other side 

Through it all my boat sailed afloat 

Fishermen fret 

Tax collector wailed 

The storm raged 

Judas reached for the treasury 

Alas a ghost they cried 

Peter walking on the sea 

The Ravens preyed on but 

He that said to wait at the other side had peace enough to spare for the other side is just within

Make me sing your song
Your song the elders bow to
The rhythm the beast respond to
The psalms the angels echoes
Make me sing your song

Make me sing the songs of Moses
The song the elders sang
to spring forth the wells…

Make me know the melodies of the timbrel of Miriam and the resonance of the dances and prancing of the women…

Make me sing your song
Of the sound of an abundance of rain like Elijah heard and the billows of the minstrel of Elisha

Make me sing your song
Of the singers on the harp
And players on the strings
Your song of ascent like the strings of David
And the song of songs of Solomon

Oh may my heart beat synchronize
With the beats of creation that my lips
Maybe worthy of your song that the mystic
Of creation unsung will be revealed to the
Players and singers
MAKE ME SING YOUR SONG…

What were you thinking 

Confronting the wisdom of men with a thus saith the Lord

It has never rained before 

They laughed and jeered 

Poor Ole Noah ancient in wisdom 

Foolish in our sights 

Peaceful is our terrain 

Yet threatened by the words 

Yet a little while it will rain… 

Our ecosystem is friendly yet 

Invited he all species of  creatures there be

 yet again the words were 

A little while it will rain 

We’ll get back to you they muted 

Light it travels fast yet is late after time 

Time they said is a friend of a wonderful company but an enemy of a mediocre was running after Noah who kept pace with just a little while… 

The trees were cut 

Woods chiseled 

Measurements taken to scale fitting the architectural designs of his civilization 

The crusaders came and poked fun at Noah… 

Where is the rain they jeered… 

An inch for an inch, a meter for a meter 

A cubic for a cubic was the formation that brought down heavens design of a boat that beat our present day civilization of scientific methodology , research ,hypothesis and testing… 

Achemedes principle, buoyancy and upthrust… 

All elements needed for a boat to sail on water they said 

Unlearned Noah defiled science and their series of methodology with no sail and anchor no prismatic compass to navigate the geographic north His boat was to sail in the biggest body of water there could be… 

They made merry gave to wife and got married dancing to the latest beats of their civilization and laughed at poor Ole Noah who gathered a bunch of wood carving out a box for a boat saying where is your rain Noah old fool… 

The days of chisling are long over the boat took shape and ready to sail 

A little while seemed too long a time yet Noah took his gospel to the vast species of all creatures… a little while just a little while it will rain… 

In their manner they came two by two male and female alike beast and all creatures they came at the alarm of the captain and boarded the ship… 

Everyone taking their place after the instructions of the great captain Noah… 

The clouds began to gather heavy with precipitation yet they made merry and were drunk with wine and funication still naming and shaming poor Ole Noah at their own detriment for yet a little while was just a rain drop away… 

All hands on deck said the captain 

Fasten your seatbelt …

Door was shut 

yet a little while was at hand and no longer a mirrage 

It rained like it had never rained before 

the ran after the boat but the captain had sailed the boat to safety leaving them at Mercy of an angry God… 

With no harbour and compass in the biggest and deepest water there could be poor ole Noah ducked his ship in safety…

The war around me is intense 

My loyalty is questioned 

Spitting blood sweat and sand 

The setting of the sun at the drum beat

Sets the tone for the dance my body so craved… twilight calling 

I crawled into bed exhausted from the day… 

Too many hours had passed since I had visited the restful solace of my own cot 

My head fell to the pillow and continued to plummet deeper… deeper I stumbled 

Sleep engulfing my soul 

Into warm living water flowing all around me 

Slowing my descent… And finally came to rest in the hand of God 

There in peaceful cohabitation with Him far away from my busy life an eternity removed from the cares of my temporary earthly dwelling …

I rested renewing myself in His radiant warm embrace 

I had passed through the timeless veil 

Asleep to one world and awake to another 

Enjoying the fleeting moment of my vacation home a galaxy away… 

Seeing I’m just a pilgrim on this journey 

Aware that some day I would slip into eternity and never have to return…

We started off out of nowhere 

And came to a place of near perfect understanding

Through our pros and cons against the back drop of many a friend who wondered 

Where this would all lead… 

Reminiscing in time 

The journey has lasted many a days than most predicted 

With all our flaws we stood strong cheering at each others failure and success as cheerleaders do… saying to each other it will all get better… 

They pointed out fingers and yelled out abuses drawing the lines to present our imperfections making each of us feel we were the devils incarnate and unfit for each other a pal… 

Our goal was simple and our cause justified 

Ours was a tale of shear determination and a hunger to succeed and to prove doubters wrong inspite of our different up bringing our story was our motivation and ourselves our pride… 

No matter the rains the summer must still come… 

I’m catching a deep breath hoping summer is a long way off and hoping it would rain forever but my umbrella can take but a few drops of the precipitation leaving me in a state of quagmire… lest to say Phantasmagoria … 

Reaching out to fate to fetch what she holds for me is not an option but an opinion my thoughts are wondering about giving her the nourishing she long craves for… making me want to ask the question were did we go wrong ? 

A thousand questions are running through my thoughts like an athlete triggering his adrenaline I’m high on my thoughts… 

One thing I’m saying is 

Is all well with me… no is all well with you ?

I’m standing in front of a mirror but see no images could it be that my vision is impaired… ? 

I’m walking down the road I see no shadows 

All I see is images of a mirrage fading away like flashes of lightenings …

I’m loosing it like what I’m I imagining? 

This was not what we were supposed to be I’m going speechless… 

I’m raining tears like a flood of a river escaping her banks 

Wake me up when my tears are dried 

And when my eyes can dream no more 

To tell me it’s just a Deja Vu 

I’m silent yet soliloquising in audible snore 

The misdemeanor of my countenance says it all …

We watched and stared in despair
Hoping this could all disappear
For our greatest fear was far and near
I wish this could not be a tear 

My silence is eloquence but my eloquence is not silent hoping we would not come to the place where it all began to ask ourselves this question… 

Where did we go wrong?

Like a bird perching on a rope will dance to the rhythm of the rope so my heart is perched on you till you cause my soul dance to the rhythm of your heart beat

The heart it beats 72 times per minute 

Incline my ears to the 72 symphonies of the beats of your heart that my lips would be worthy of your love song 

Entrap me in your symphonies 

Enshrine me in your love till I’m knocked out like a crack head rockstar singing your love song 

Oh the emblem of my heart be marked by a show of love 

And the embodiment of my thoughts express thy affection with untamed jealousy 

Stir your love in me and I will speak of it with ink of jealousy and sing songs of forever …

Forever falling in love 

My heart it bleeds for love 

love bled for me on Calvary street 

my soul is lost in this tale, I’m returning to the place we first met …

To the place I fell in love

My time of sighing is over 

I’m thinking of crying 

My hour of laughter is come 

I feel I’m jerking 

My nightmares are few 

But I hear many voices 

Wake me up when my tears are dried 

And when my eyes can dream no more 

To tell me it’s just a Deja Vu 

I’m silent yet soliloquising in audible snore 

The misdemeanor of my countenance says it all …

Flares of light , flashes of darkness 

The good of today and the evil of yesterday 

The joy of the morrow and sorrow of the days are hounding me with a glaring stare 

The days of my little beginnings are few yet shrouded with memories of an imperfect past… 

Yeah I know is a memoir of an imperfect Angel 

The fantasies I seek are far and near and my joy short lived …

Reminiscent of the memoirs of an imperfect angel… 

They said, he said, she said 

Cloud I was without water 

Dried as a root in arid ground 

So covered I my face in despiteful pulchritude 

My consolation is driven by my ugly past 

I stand not making a speech in self defense nor to seek therapy to boost a low self-esteem… 

I stand to thrive in my imperfections 

Hoping it will  be chronicled that when I stood abused, accused and seduced my imperfections matched up with the perfection of men who dwell in a perfect world 

knowing mine is just a memoir of an imperfect Angel… 

Whose path is drenched in MERCY and feet rooted in GRACE 

Love found me 

Love has called my name

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