The wise mans eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness
-Ecclesiastes 2:14
-Ecclesiastes 2:14
Sleepless Nights
While the people sleep
sharks plot,
Lions conquer,
and owl's distinguish;
Magma flows,
plates shift,
and waves crash.
While the people sleep
stars form,
planets die,
and LIFE abounds;
Conflict simmers,
freedom rings,
and rebellion surfaces.
Nations shall thrive
and legions shall fall,
Just as it was written.
While the people sleep
light resides forlorn
waiting for creation to acknowledge Her,
But when the people awaken
they only see the shadows.
sharks plot,
Lions conquer,
and owl's distinguish;
Magma flows,
plates shift,
and waves crash.
While the people sleep
stars form,
planets die,
and LIFE abounds;
Conflict simmers,
freedom rings,
and rebellion surfaces.
Nations shall thrive
and legions shall fall,
Just as it was written.
While the people sleep
light resides forlorn
waiting for creation to acknowledge Her,
But when the people awaken
they only see the shadows.
Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.
-1 John 4:4
-1 John 4:4
Hardships of a Genius Child
Inspired by the Life of Basquiat:
No one loves a genius child
they say his imagination runs too wild,
they say his head is too far in the clouds,
they say his creativity should be more mild.
He hears many sighs perceives many scowls
and even though he endures it erodes his smile.
But does that mean he should throw in the towel,
and forget the gift with which he was endowed?
Or should he proceed and turn his back to the crowd?
That's arduous when the pre-show voices he hears so loud.
People guarding their opinions so their ego is more proud,
yet he still drives hard when the ref won't call the foul,
and still he rises as a phoenix from the ash pile;
His end product is fertile as the basin of the Nile,
Kings they fear him, as if he was their green mile.
That fear turns to hate as they ridicule his style,
try to hold him beneath in the bottom percentile,
the kind of oppression that makes even us sinners say wow.
How can they treat another being as nothing but a tile?
Trample over his spirit as if it was nothing but an aisle?
Thirsty for his blood they're vampires on the prowl,
so he has to separate be something like an isle.
They show no love to the acclaimed genius child,
but what saves him is his vision the vision of an owl.
He sheds light in the night they can't understand how,
though his darkest hour is upon him he won't give up now.
Still no one loves his genius, the heart of the genius child.
Don't fret just pray, soon his genius will be crowned.
they say his imagination runs too wild,
they say his head is too far in the clouds,
they say his creativity should be more mild.
He hears many sighs perceives many scowls
and even though he endures it erodes his smile.
But does that mean he should throw in the towel,
and forget the gift with which he was endowed?
Or should he proceed and turn his back to the crowd?
That's arduous when the pre-show voices he hears so loud.
People guarding their opinions so their ego is more proud,
yet he still drives hard when the ref won't call the foul,
and still he rises as a phoenix from the ash pile;
His end product is fertile as the basin of the Nile,
Kings they fear him, as if he was their green mile.
That fear turns to hate as they ridicule his style,
try to hold him beneath in the bottom percentile,
the kind of oppression that makes even us sinners say wow.
How can they treat another being as nothing but a tile?
Trample over his spirit as if it was nothing but an aisle?
Thirsty for his blood they're vampires on the prowl,
so he has to separate be something like an isle.
They show no love to the acclaimed genius child,
but what saves him is his vision the vision of an owl.
He sheds light in the night they can't understand how,
though his darkest hour is upon him he won't give up now.
Still no one loves his genius, the heart of the genius child.
Don't fret just pray, soon his genius will be crowned.
The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. The rich man's wealth is his strong city, and like a high wall in his own esteem
-Proverbs 18:10-11
-Proverbs 18:10-11
Rome Sees Her
Nascars and chariots,
domes and stadiums,
gridirons and arenas.
The wonders of a Republic.
Prisoners enslave,
democracy veils,
imperialism boasts.
See Rome in all it's glory.
Soldiers reduce and neutralize,
saints march in and evangelize,
vanities inculturate and tantalize.
An Empire lives on.
The adulterous woman lures the unsuspecting,
and claims to hold the candle in the night.
Rome's Caesar.
For he will surely love one and hate the other.
A servant cannot have two masters.
The house divided has fallen already.
Nationalism stands
crumbling down.
While the Kingdom awaits.
domes and stadiums,
gridirons and arenas.
The wonders of a Republic.
Prisoners enslave,
democracy veils,
imperialism boasts.
See Rome in all it's glory.
Soldiers reduce and neutralize,
saints march in and evangelize,
vanities inculturate and tantalize.
An Empire lives on.
The adulterous woman lures the unsuspecting,
and claims to hold the candle in the night.
Rome's Caesar.
For he will surely love one and hate the other.
A servant cannot have two masters.
The house divided has fallen already.
Nationalism stands
crumbling down.
While the Kingdom awaits.
Houses and riches are an inheritance from fathers, but a prudent wife is from the LORD
-Proverbs 19:14
-Proverbs 19:14
Phi's Deception
Pulchritudinous I would call her.
An Extravagant wonder for the eye to behold.
Divinely proportioned
1.618 golden ratios throughout
Nautilus spirals complete her figure.
Sweeter than a mothers milk
she was the flower and I was the bee.
The pollen that sustained me.
Then came death.
Death in the physical,
and resurrection through the spirit..
A ravenous badger
with an insatiable appetite for honey.
I became the runt,
too weak to find the nipple,
but ever searching.
The praying mantis
devouring mates as coitus ensues;
Staring at the shadows
too prideful to turn and see the sun.
Pulchritudinous I would call her
until the mask no longer fit.
An Extravagant wonder for the eye to behold.
Divinely proportioned
1.618 golden ratios throughout
Nautilus spirals complete her figure.
Sweeter than a mothers milk
she was the flower and I was the bee.
The pollen that sustained me.
Then came death.
Death in the physical,
and resurrection through the spirit..
A ravenous badger
with an insatiable appetite for honey.
I became the runt,
too weak to find the nipple,
but ever searching.
The praying mantis
devouring mates as coitus ensues;
Staring at the shadows
too prideful to turn and see the sun.
Pulchritudinous I would call her
until the mask no longer fit.
It is better to dwell in a corner of a housetop, than in a house shared with a contentious woman
-Proverbs 25:24
-Proverbs 25:24