Posts Tagged ‘Divine’

Love & Faith…
Beams from beads of seeds…
Birth beneath erupts rosaries…
Each speak of beliefs in Beings…
Paths rooted in need…
A reason to be…
Foreseen through many means…
As faith has but one tree…
From which all beliefs be…

Those divine lights…
That range from deep shines…
To deep signs…
That help us dream…
Words like Alif Lam Meem…

Undefined at first sight…
Yet they still guide…
And draw our hearts…
Towards those parts…
Blessed particles of life…

That vibrate in varied ways….
States of faith…
That may explain…
Why we write in these ways…
And illustrate across this canvas…
Page by page…
In awe of what we’ve created…

Heavenly Wish

Posted: March 9, 2016 in Mantras, Poetry
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I’d give up heaven for her as I’d get heaven back with her…

Very experimental. Not comfortable writing about this, but combination of life experiences, stories, and namesake song have inspired this.

Intro: Not having a child don’t make her less than a woman…She still has so much love to give…

Another day…Another wish…
She teems with so much love…
But she can’t conceive a child…
For she was scarred during a conflict…Never will get a chance to give birth…
Now no one wanted to get to know her…She was considered less than the rest…
Each night she wept…
Asking…”Why me?”
“I have so much love to give…”
She’s an amazing, caring woman…

However one child sees…she too has no one to love her…
For she is an orphan…This amazing woman sees her…
Holds her hand…
Two burdens lift…
The gift of love is exchanged…

Another day…Another wish…
A mother has a child she loves so much…Husband wonders…
“Yes…I do…”
“But I wish for a child in a different way…”
“A child who is all alone should have someone to love…”
“No child should look above and hope to have a mom and dad”
He grows nervous over how his wife sees the purpose of love…
To share with all that you can…

She wishes to share by holding close a little boy’s hand…
He feels at ease…For he has someone to trust…
Someone to love as a mom…

Blessed by a Divine Deity…
Whose plan was for you to shine…
Upon your fellow man…

But when one touches the sky…
And surpasses the grasp…
That tethers us to this land…

One becomes reborn…
Amongst the stars…
A gift to all…

Little did you know…
Just how much hope…
You instilled in me…
Where each week would end in a drained me…
Looking up to the stars…
Knowing your legacy…

Inflection

Posted: November 3, 2015 in Poetry
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The daily reminder…
Your sweetness…
Ever so presence…

The mind…
The me…
The memories…
All that I’ve perceived…
Over all the time I’ve known you…
Leads me to believe…

But what stands out about you…
Amongst this tapestry of beings…
Is it only because you’ve chosen me?
Or were we fated to be…
As choice never seems so just me…
Influenced by all of you…
Each piece…

This unique thing I can’t explain…
Something only you have…
Beyond the smile…
Beyond the touch…
The sounds…
The love…
All bound to this unique thing…

That is redefined…
Each time you show me…
Yet another reason why…
You’re the only one for me…

If only you can witness my prayers…
Each night…
Thankful for having you by my side…
For without your touch…
Your sounds…
Life could never suffice…

Intro: A very different take on the word Soliloquy. Was wondering if the prayers of a person ever get answered.
Or are we just screaming into the wind? As there may not be something or someone out there…

All prayers should be…
The voice of a human…
Sounds of the Divine…

Try my best to understand…
The Divine plans…
Hour after hour…
Calling out Your Name in vain…
Still spend each night in prayer…

While the faithless ones point and laugh…
Claim me to be a fool…
And each day claim me to be the proof…
A clown who chooses to be duped…
By tales of Your greatness…

Pacing back and forth…
Asking the Lord why won’t you grant…
The demands of this penniless peasant man…
Your presence…
All Blank!
Reach me!?

Instead You seem to aggrieve me…
Over even the little good deeds…!
Of which I receive no peace…
Only brief fleeting moments of hope…
Shattered as soon as I get this close…

Feel abandoned by the Divine and fellow man…
The echo of love felt throughout…
Now an endless drought…
With no hope…
No choice…
But to shout…!

And receive no sound…
Only the signs that You don’t care…
Lost forever on my own…
While they all witness me fall…

Intro: From over 9 years ago. One of the oldest. Was a huge fan of Hip Hop and still am to an extent, but the lyrics aren’t as “polished” as later works. Really was trying to find a voice, but hopefully this story can shine again.

I felt a presence within me…Pen fell down and my eyes became teary…You are not bad was what I was told…Words couldn’t explain the pain I felt in my…my…soul…

I’ve been feeling like a demon ever since I started breathing. My soul was taking a beating thanks to those teachers keep hating…So I committed treason. For so many bullshit reasons…Evil for all four seasons. Body had superficial lesions…Why? Cuz I Turned my back on my soul and Now I had become cold. For I had no conscience to keep me in control. When I was younger they called me a trouble maker…As I got older I started getting bolder. I wanted to carry real weight on my shoulders, so I started taking more risks…I could’ve been called sadistic…

Ever since the age of 5…Every day the teachers tried…Always belittling me…Sorrowed was all I could be. Why they hating me? Was it what I was rocking…Or the extra pens n pencils I was stocking…I tried my best to be the best student…But this was a battle I was losing. So my soul was ambushed like the city of Troy…Goodbye to the childhood of this boy. If teachers kept hating on me, making me the target of their animosity…Fine I’ll fight back ferociously…I decided to be what they wanted me to be…So long to my little good deeds. So long to the apple I left on her table. So began my so sad fable…

Outta nowhere I just stopped caring for anything…Using anyone for my own benefit. Even my friends were pretty much pawns. In this game of chess which my cold soul spawned. So began my eternal haunt. Was this the life I sought? A low voice kept trying to speak to me…But it got deafened by chit chatter of the streets. The street’s voice was more appealing…To materialism I was kneeling. Didn’t care about who I rolled with. As long as in the end I made it. But I started rolling in too deep…I started chilling with the epitomes of the beast…But I also started making some real friends. All of us was lost in this system. So it was a bond we had in common…Till the day are hearts would be stopping…So one deal after another…Soon lost our beginner’s stutter. Haha! Added a new meaning to the term “Office Clutter”, money slipping like fresh churned butter. As long as the Overlords were satisfied, and I got a piece of the pie, I sort of liked my life… I knew I was doing so many wrong things, yet my cold skin couldn’t feel the sting…The Sting of Reality. The fact that my life is a tragedy.

I literally was losing my mind. People asking me to donate to save people’s lives. What about my life! Don’t anyone care about my own possible demise. Then I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection…saw the reason for my apprehension. I’m the reason I may not be alive today…I’ve sold myself to this horrid game. I’ve lost what I had always believed in. What I was even preaching. The right to free thinking n peaceful living. But no one gives a damn about me! So came the passing of the days, feeling that dirty money I was paid. So many mistakes…
I made one mistake too many…me n my dawgz started owing too much money…Then…the day of my near fatal brawl…I had no one too call…Could’ve sworn my life had stalled…In my mind my life story was being drawn…Erase…Thought it was going to end. Then woke up in a hospital bed…Felt all the spots where I bled…You have a Guardian Angel is what the Doctors said…All I could do was look at the ceiling wondering if someone was scheming or was I dreaming…Some one saved me that day. Dropped me off at the hospital that same day.

This was a beginning to an end…But I had a long way to go, before I could find myself…And claim my soul…This is the story that should be told. Don’t live the life of a thug…In the end you’ll be the one with no love. Never fall to peer pressure…you can be so much better. No one goes with you to the grave, but the pain you cause remains. It lives on in all the people you’ve touched. For better or for worse…Always choose love…Never the gun…You could be so much more than what they believe about you. Look around you and find the proof. One Love and Peace! Find Your Self!

Another old piece.

Intro:
The basis of a peace treaty…is agreement…But why to do we go to war in the first place? Can’t we respect each other enough to understand that we are all humans; sharing this earth? And what’s worse, we often break treaties for our own selfish gains…I just don’t believe that how we are supposed to be in this world…

I wonder why we can’t have peace…?
I wonder why the beast seems to dominate our state of affairs…Beset with problems which nobody cares for…with arguments over resources…The source of which is rooted in between those on opposite sides of the imaginary lines…Blinded themselves to the times…Can’t seem to realize we all share this land…Or they choose to ignore…Go to war…There is a victor…And victims…A never ending system of self-defeat…So the “peace” treaty follows…However…

Too many times we don’t abide by the bylaws of the paper we sign…Filled with lies…Before the ink even dried, treaties were scorned then torn…No matter what form…No matter what style…All in good faith? No…All we do is make mockeries of different peoples…Claiming they’re feeble and should be controlled…Force them to enter our fold through loopholes and blatant hate…Now we own them…

The violations of the universal rights…Freedom and the right to life keeps getting denied…Pieces of paper mean nothing today…We raising our kids in all the wrong ways…Making them think they better than others..Our future is in the gutter…No hope for peace…It’s all I see now…
END

Finished writing this piece.
Draft Below
https://silentscholar.com/2015/01/12/programming-the-universe-draft/

“Programming the Universe {Multiverse}”

Light…

Is all this just math…?
Or is this patchwork of processes….
Blessed by a Divine Mass…?
Or perhaps all by chance…

Faith beckons me to step back…
And ponder on the place of man…
Within the strands of this perfect program…

Parse through each data point…
To find some logic…
And anoint a joint force…
From this masterful process…
Access to the Divine code…
The strings behind all known and unknown…

The finite glows…
Echo back a past…
That we’ve yet to fully grasp…
For light speed only gives us their memories…
In a shift of red we read their histories…
And wonder where we shall be amongst this tapestry…

Just a hairline in time…
Revealed through texts…
And codified by all lives…
Apprised by this precious gift of life…

Light…

Is all this just math…
Or is this patchwork of processes….
Blessed by a Divine Mass…
Or perhaps all by chance…

Faith beckons me to step back…
And ponder on the place of man…
Within this perfect program…

Parse through each data point…
To find some logic…
And anoint a joint force…
From this masterful prose…
Access to the Divine code…
The strings behind all known and unknown…