Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts

Thoughts on the Spirit

For purposes unbeknownst to me, there are six horsemen (mostly because I am trying to set a tone for this). This is an upgrade from the four horse men we are conditioned to understand and believe. The four were part of mythology and have been referenced in the bible (Ezekiel 14:21). The four horsemen are war, famine, conquest and death. My six horsemen are greed, lust, lies, pride, murder and theft. Not so far from six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him (Proverbs 6:16-19). The cardinal sins are fated to lead one to destruction. By the mere existence of man on earth, interaction with these sins is inevitable. No human is expected to be entirely pure yet we each are to strive to a perfection. A perfection that seems impossible to attain.

We each have opportunities to live and thrive in spite of being born in a sinful world with sinful nature. We are to engage and participate in the building of our nation at all times. However, even as one partakes in sin, they are expected to heed the call to conviction for it will. Believe me when I say it will come. It will find whether you are ready or not and when you hear the shepherd calling let your ears receive and listen. The call of conviction is from the Holy Spirit and it may be wrapped up in a veil of uncertainty but heed the call. The Spirit calms, convicts and directs you to seek the Lord (John 16:7-8). By the power of the Holy Spirit man is guided in their journey to salvation. All sin however burdening is lifted and handed to your helper (1st Corinthians 3:16).

The enemy uses guilt and shame to enslave you leaving you chained to whatever vice or character they wish you to play in their grand plan of ruling a world they did not create. There is a constant drumming at the back of the mind, of how unworthy we are to stand before God. This continuous din drives further from the truth of salvation. We constantly remind ourselves of our tainted past and in the same vein we seek to recreate our past transgressions as we believe no help is available. When we are chained to our transgression long enough, we get comfortable in the chains and lack the desire to pursue true freedom. The freedom of living for something other than ourselves. In our abyss of despair, the call from the Spirit seems faint and the Spirit man starves for lack of proper feeding.

While in sin the Spirit man underfed and underutilized. We call on help as a last resort to the Holy Spirit at the point we no longer believe we can get help for humankind. At this time the Spirit is simply a passenger in the body yet it exists to be the driver. The Spirit man is willing to take the fight against the flesh and will constantly send alerts even in its critical state. It will remind you to feed it by every caption of the word you “coincidentally” stumble upon. For every time that you hear the word and feel it speaks to you, that is your cue. Seek help (Romans 8:26-27). Every time you ignore the call it makes the Spirit man scrawny. When the chains are gripped tight enough you realize even the prayers you are making are like a dress up party a rehearsal for something that may not come. Listening to the word, reading the bible or even attending fellowship is merely a show. So that you can be seen not necessarily to work on your faith, or to seek the truth of salvation.

Now the body; the vessel carrying the soul, mind and spirit. Given that what we see from people is simply the sack of flesh and bones they carry around, it is harder to understand what others think. It is not hard however, to observe neatly dressed, well kempt, and even audacious meat sacks. We carry around our bodies. We feed them, wash them clean, we even drown them in different scents and oils. We love our bodies forgetting they may be ours but they were given to us. We are constantly talking, saying a lot more than we listen to. We are complaining, criticizing, gossiping. Every single utterance we make is noted and for that we will be judged (Mathew 12:36). What is the source of these sounds we make, when do you notice your tongue being held back? When do you notice your Spirit man calling you out from saying somethings? Or like most people I included do you speak first then think later? In addition, if you can see your Spirit cautioning you, can you see it in someone else? Do you know when people are asking for help?

I find it in the eyes. The eyes being the windows to the soul is not just a saying. Even when the mouth is agape in laughter, the eyes offer a glimpse into what the spirit is saying. Sometimes a hollow stare to a horizon far away is enough to realign you to what you really ought to be engaging in. It will alert the Spirit to spring into action. A moment in tears, eyes welled up and lips quivering may appear as pain to the body yet it could signal freedom from pain for the Spirit man. Look at the eyes. See what is shown by the meat sack, then look further and see what the Spirit reveals to you. It does require the discerning of the Spirit (1st Corinthians 2:14). A discerning spirit is not achieved by wishing or just manifesting. It requires a level of preparation, a decision to lose any and all preconceived perceptions of what is true an what is false.

Finally, complete belief and faith is necessary for the rebirth of you Spirit. This means total surrender; your creator is jealous and does not tolerate half measures (Exodus 34:14). We are but human, made from earth and having bad breath of life filled into us. We are the descendants of Adam and Eve the true scion of the first initiators and propagators of sin. You are a sinner, born in a sinful world how far can you run to escape your fate? The only summation I can think will fit is from (Psalms 137:7-12). You can’t run, but you are welcome to try.

MY HEARTIST by M



I sit in ponder of my beloved
So far, the distance kills the heart
I cannot vent
I am mad at him
Who gave him the authority?
To anger me and be angry at I
And with the distance
Assault to injury
It kills the heart
Yet my soul yearns for he
In love
In fight
In fury
In anger
In frustration…Still
I submit
Funny
That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him
I miss thee
I burn in anger and desire
So far
The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes
O my beloved is here
Staring at me
In my fiercest fumes
I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode
And yet
Am halted
But how can I?
The exuberance of his charms won’t let me
Assuredly, he moves towards me
Am confused
My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably
I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes
Am bathed in calmness
His arms tightly but gently devour my body
I coil senselessly in submission
I totter in his intoxicating embrace
I blink
He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes
The passion in them ignites my body, my desires
I want you


I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine
Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist
The dexterity of your craftsmanship
Nay
Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface
This canvas thirsts
Insatiable of your paint
Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes
For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle
How they stir these nervous nerves
How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves
Your art on me is impeccable
When you work on this plane
Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such
In breaking my heart
I would care less
You ponder why?
Well
Our fate, to be or not to be
Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face
Juxtaposition in thought
Of my love against your selfishness
Unfaithfulness
Disloyalty
Egotism
Anger
Disavowal

It don’t matter how far
Nor the distance
Every air you exhale
I feed my desire in its inhalation
Devoid of, I succumb

Nay
Its not obsession
Simply
The loves that burns for you
That the eloquence of words cannot quench
It refuses to die
Its destiny



For he know not the depths of my love
O reader,
If ye cometh across my beloved
Doth pass my word
That I deservedly declare
‘I am your canvas
Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.




#100daysofblogging #Day11

your woman: myqueen. A response to the poem 'Betrothed then Betrayed By Oyoo Mboya'

This poem is a response to a poem I read by Oyoo Mboya I will post the original first then the response.

ORIGINAL:

BETROTHED then BETRAYED.

Tomorrow at dusk
She'll be in your arms
Her face behind a mask
Read the pattern on her palms.

Tomorrow at dawn
The priest will declare her your wife
Uncover the veil, beneath the smile
there's a frown
You are not what she wants in life.
Tomorrow at noon
You'll feed from the same plate
A (g)olden honeymoon
That seals your fate.
Brother,
Before she became your bride
I plucked her petals, still tender
In the journey to womanhood, I was
her guide.
Her body is scented with my stench
Kiss her and you'll taste my lips
Feed and wait to hear her belch
There's a name in her hiss.
Look deep into the fires of her eyes
The blaze that burns to blind
Do you ever care to ask why
She's one of a kind?
Dust her bosom for my fingerprints
The contours I caressed to break
The stains on her thighs
Are of pregnancies we longed to
make.
She'll cook, just like I taught her
In bed, my name will feature
I am her eternal star
Her past, present and future.

®Oyoo Mboya.

RESPONSE:


Photo|Courtesy

This are but tales you tell to satisfy your hungry past
You made a woman from a girl
that much I agree
But you remain a boy
Your words betray your ploy

Of the stains she's cleansed
Washed by the product of my loins
The hissing was quelled; she has just graduated
with a doctorate of the diploma you so graciously accorded her
I should thank you
for all the callous caresses you politely introduced her to
I could never have asked for an easier time
You are indeed godsent

I admit,
It may take a while to forget you
Its never easy to erase the opposite holotype of everything you are
Meticulous
Astute
Sturdy
Direct
She was a woman when she met me
You made her a woman

She is a queen under my care
An epitome of decorum
A royal diadem of peace
She is patience
Wrapped in royalty radiating love
She is my shield from pain
In her I find much strength

She is a queen
Executive director of the home
Symbol of my kingdom
and flesh of the flesh of my fledglings
Your one-time woman is my lifetime queen
It will take more than memoirs of your lips on hers
More than dusting prints of her thighs and bosom
It will take more than the past
for her to be annulled from this golden throne


Pablo Neruda writes I am not jealous/of what came before me I echo his sentiments.

#100daysof blogging #Day9


see the bright side of things

I was going through my poetry
The earlier drafts
I hoped I could find something that says exactly how I feel,
I found a letter
I did not write it,
yet
It spoke to me



SEE THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THINGS

Date: TODAY
From: THE BOSS
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE


I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in MY time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic; don’t despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationships gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire situations, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what my purpose is? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them.
I love you, AND I WILL TURN YOUR SORROWS IN TO HAPPINESS.
Just know friend that I do things MY way. Take care and remember that you are not alone.