ABOUT HIM

Humble was the setting of His awaited birth
Peace would have been the messaged experience
Beginning privately; His life but to entire earth
To Heaven was His thrust with all expedience

Yet He never did once leave His native soil
Nor ever lead protest nor rallied for change
But for favor with His Father did relentleslly toil
So for an entire Kingdom did He feverishly arrange

SEASONED

Annual freshened illusion and deceit
In efforts of economy; commercialized
In thus framed goodwill hasten to treat
Make merry and bright so hypnotized

Thus true significance but arbitrarily lost
With wanton make belief thus replaced
Where each in duplicity as guest but host
As fantasy and fiction solemnly embraced

PASSAGES

When young we but mostly gather data
Pushing the envelopes of right and wrong
While to mainstream but depend; cater
Tugging at our chains but care to belong

Older we make choices; embed ourselves
Only to be shocked by the private outcomes
To be left a display on such dusty shelves
Thinking “too late” to get the obvious done

IN ORIGIN

‘Though originally of God, I lost all contact
My upbringing; on terms of physical man
Left unknown; terms of my spiritual contract
Thus the dire need for a redemption plan

‘Though originally of God; I am a lost soul
Taken by a tide of events; my physical self
Of neither of heaven nor hell, I am on-hold
Not knowing for what to reach or little else

CHANCES ARE

What are the chances of you dying
Without ever knowing what life was about
Amidst all the deceit; pretense; the lying
Under all the emptiness of your shouts

What are the chances of you passing on
Without ever knowing what it was all about
Did never took the time of life to learn
Did never fast, meditate; ever such time-out

FROM DOWN AND UNDER

From my fragmented marriage I found souvenirs
That I could piece together something new
This downward turn but all I needed to prepare
Now to God as well energized and as true

From the strong elements of once, my human bond
I transformed, to my possession, Spiritual strength
Without chance of repetition, with God, I move on
There is no longer any limit and to what lengths

GOD’S WILL

Those are the things that easily can
Those despite all efforts won’t happen
So manifests disclosure of His plan
However seems bright; seem blackened

Some are the things thought favored
Yet same of the things repeatedly denied
All of the things divinely labored
All, for which, solely on God have relied

SUPERSTITION

What’s that empty belief that yields but anything
But an unexplored hand-me-down of tradition
One that offers orientation nay cultural grounding
And of other sub-divisions, unhealthy competition

What’s that empty belief that appears to set-apart
That’s unique your little group with which identify
Which you so dearly hold; keep so close to heart
Which lends for others to think how so mystified

DEMENTIA

My conscience bears window to my soul
The source of many-a-heated debate
A positive influence to all that unfolds
Followed outcomes are of such a state

Conscience is stifled taken not in account
Resultantly leads to a troubled mind
So sickened that medication in any amount
Can ever neutralize the physical signs

ORDAINED

Under an approved plan so each is born
So kept alive on a twenty-four-hour basis
So achieves by grace or by what is learned
A world population made-up of such cases

In an approved plan each day takes place
With all the characters; their various roles
With care; accountability affixed each case
With a reward or penalty billed every soul

SOUL SEARCH

My mind, the engineer of my moves
Can turn my body into a culprit
My soul, silent to whatever I choose
Tabulates all the merits and demerits

My mind in deliberation and its will
Can my body, a hero or knave
My silent soul must ever wait until
Find Heaven or remain forever craved

A LOVE STORY

God exists and loves every human being
Whether that being returns His love or not
When returned life’s but a whole, new meaning
Which to maintain, that being must do what ought

In His love’s response life’s purpose is clarified
Comes valued understanding hence personal peace
All progressively revealed; once hidden; mystified
So on to infinity in a relationship could never cease

TERMINUS

God must eventually be met, on His terms
Whether you acknowledge His existence or not
Whether for His care and comfort ever yearned
Whether of His way ever learned and/or taught

God must eventually be met, on His terms
Of whatever your resources or achievements
If nothing did ever or for whatever earned
Whatever be your composure or sentiments

EQUALLY DEEPER

Looking up from any well-defined hole
Every outstretched hand seems friendly
Reaching towards but every effort; bold
Rationalizations would wildly fly; so many

A grip so made then to hurriedly emerge
Is the necessitated but as logical order
To but discover by sad situation; urged
Hark! Fresh hole but down a little further

ACQUISTIONS

How fill the vacancies of your deepest beliefs
How towards your set ways; your very will
How towards your happiness; pacify your grief
From whence did your such vacancies fill

How do you execute your deeply held beliefs
How so responsible for personality; how instilled
How contributory your happiness; cause for grief
And would it all remain so and to what; until

CHANGED IMAGERY

Things dark and/or decaying must be brought to light
And treated with scorn or with a distant respect
Using every instrument available to aid naked sight
Especially when they appeared to be once perfect

Things dark and gloomy need be examined under light
Treated with corresponding precautionary care
Especially when formerly considered to be all upright
Under a guise of Democracy: God, by motto; near

OF PEEK AND LEAK

Nothing of substance suffer from leaks
For integral its container; its great contents
So all are enhanced dare take a peek
Thoroughly change would motive; ill intents

Nothing of any worth can suffer a leak
For integrate its containment; its protection
For nothing of its elements poor or weak
Rather sound its conveyance and connections