Category: Poems

God in Music, God in Everything

I believe God reveals Himself through the vaguest of means, take Music for instance. Besides gospel, I listen to some songs (mostly instrumental) and I’m caught up in some sort of rapture, I feel His presence (true beauty), which leads me to cry like a 5 year old :D.

Below is one of my favourite compositions done by David Buckley, one of the soundtracks to the movie “The Forbidden Kingdom“. He for one must have been touched by a higher power to have come up with such an amazing piece of Music.

God in Everything

He stretches forth His arms to share his presence in every way
The rustling trees, starry nights, the breaking of each day.
A baby’s cry, a canary sings;
all symphony and  silence give
testament to His Manifestation.
Therefore embrace His reach
through all of  His creation.

… I thank God for His beauty in all its shapes and forms.
Cheers! 🙂

Long Distance Lover

Though your love be distant
we draw near in visions of black and white,
on a sea of silk sheets and feathered pillows.

I go to bed now
knowing that I will hate myself come morning
as the break of day parts us again.

…Meet you at our rendezvous! 😉

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The power of Haiku

Such few words written
so great a picture created,
such few words
to lay bare imagination

A Hamattan Scene

Dry winds are still as parched lips embrace,
a moment where moisture is drawn from the oasis of a kiss.

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Hidden Emotion

Dew drips from a wilted flower
onlookers peer but find no trace
She is grateful for the wind

Letter to God

Might I sing a song like Solomon‘s,
asking for your arms to embrace me;
to shield me from the cruelty of Adam,
his unknowingness and the deep darkness of his heart

Can I ask for your love to guide me;
to steer my soul,
to be my north star in this maze called life….

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4.07!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!!!
Evening falls and fires fly through the night sky,
Fire works on the 4th of July.
Eyes lift to the heavens to witness the pyro display,
Her people cheer as she marks yet another independence day!

©2012 Festivalking

The Artist called “War”

The ageless artist.
Vicious portrayals he reveals,
made with constantly evolving brushes
from stone, to steel, then fire;
Novel models now made nuclear.

Strokes of the brush hints the gush of red,
While the steadfast patron, his ecstasy’s fed,
A hate inspired vision created,
The canvas drenched in gory shade.

Mangled figures, a lifeless display
Unseen souls violently snatched away,
The Benefactor,
His fill he takes with each image portrayed.

In time we see the board wiped clean,
yet moved by hatred the artist births new scene
A mural of blood, flesh, sweat and tears
a horrid vision, the gods to bare.

The artist, unwavering and dissatisfied
Conjured by the darkness of human pride
Peace and love, his art deprive.
While hatred, in each heart reside.

His Masterpiece, yet unborn!
A display to end all earth spawn,
Thus these words I write to warn
“Keep far the novel brush
lest he paint the mushroom cloud across our horizon”

©2012 Festivalking

I miss you

I miss the emotion I carried while you were here
I miss the laughter and I miss the tears,
I miss the worry and the fear
I miss the love that we both shared.

I miss our brawls and reconciliations
I miss how loving you took patience
I remember how annoying you could be!
I would give anything to have you now unnerving me

I miss every mood that tied me to you
I miss the bad ones, but more the good
Your absence leaves me feeling like I have been run through
And how deep the gash you made, you will never have a clue

….I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

©2012 Festivalking

from the World Wide Web

Supplication

Picture taken by a girlfriend

Her heart is poured out like streaming water,
all care is cast at the Immortal Feet
Eyes shut, hands clasped together,
  Her African figure approaches the Mercy Seat

©2012 Festivalking