‘Is It a Trivial Thing?’ (1st draft)

hazy

vision

may become

blindness
as a black

a dark
dense

forest–

as Amazon Basin’s
biome

biological community
dangerous.

Lacked

morality’s
pathways

quite unseen
while under spiritual attack;

deformed

its trails
persist

in a curvaceous
serpentine

bend

responding
to Satan’s world’s
physical environment

regional climate
of fluctuating ‘trends’

perpetuated

despite

any intense
internal desire
for wickedness

to desist

since exists
snappy tragic
news ‘breaks’

or unsweetened
‘tweets’

which cycle foolish thinking:
“Jehovah is not seeing.’” Ezek. 9:9. … More ‘Is It a Trivial Thing?’ (1st draft)

Hope Renewed

As each night approaches
my hope goes through changes.

Shadows ensue.
My faith it pursues.

Saddened I become.
For my confidence proceeds to falter.

Since felt delayed
a particular hope.

“Expectation postponed makes the heart sick,

But a desire realized
is a tree of life”. Pro. 13:12.

To impatience I imperfectly
succumb. Wrestling everyday to stay positive and strong
before onlookers of my fate.

Why must I endure this humiliation,
inwardly I ask;

although, … More Hope Renewed

Falsely Called “Knowledge”‘?

Our world ironically spinsharried children, women, and men as hurricane winds of aspiring mindsand fluctuating trends bend to breaking pointhonest hearts weakened, yet hoping and prayingfor communities to mendmorally/or not by radicallydefending ‘personal’‘righteous/unrighteous’‘laws/principles’: But, “why do you judge your brother?Or why do you also look down on your brother? For we will all stand before … More Falsely Called “Knowledge”‘?

Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (18) 1st draft

A pulsating dark
demonic rhythm;
yet glorious
as northern lights
dancing
hither then dither.

These I beautifully suffer
as silent hymns–
a dirge. My urgings to
peek

the exhilarating
heights
of forever love

plummeted
into valleys steep.

The vivid visuals
of orange
and other range
of cascading colors

Lost

in the
swirling of
my crippling despair.

I inhale sharply
the
piercings

as the pressure
from deep
submerging

explode
this regrettably
enlarged
heart.

The supreme
red drippings

from past dilated pupils

mingling the blues
of my spirit

sprout royal purple
hues

as pathetic
gurgles
escape my throat.

I hope…
yes wish

for freeing
release of your
drowning

apathy.

Once crazed
I lazily sink dazed

hasty to end this
lonely month

in which lovers
gaze

over forgotten lunch
too amorously near

for me to enviously peer.
February.
More Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (18) 1st draft

If ‘The Past Is Not Finished With You’ Know This. . .

“For look!
I am creating new heavens
and a new earth;

And the former things
will not be called to mind,

Nor will they come up into the heart.” Isa. 65:17.

“And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes,

and death will be no more,
neither will mourning nor outcry
nor pain be anymore.

The former things have passed away.”” Rev. 21:4. … More If ‘The Past Is Not Finished With You’ Know This. . .

No Mere Dream

as if not in enough pain… what statements made by insane acts of wickedness? what gain’s actually attained? hatred, intense or subtle yes anger profound is all that is felt by horrific tragedies supposedly human yet demonically dealt. proven, hands of the wicked one hold power, control this “god of this system of things” grows … More No Mere Dream

Hope

  Why, Lost, the little girl, lies a field crying Among thorns, thistles, broken–not trying; Yet, Despair, a cancerous lad confined Smiles radiates hearts of even the blind? Lost believed her bubbles blown, flown, would last. Til a hot sun popped each into a past. While, Despair, held firm and staunch for a cure. His … More Hope

Hope In . . .

However, be assure that behind the scenes, horrible, debilitating ‘viruses’ cast as famine, pestilence, and war causing mankind’s death will soon be eliminated forever. Some may hear current news and become fearful of an impeding apocalypse. … More Hope In . . .