Yestderday's News

The visions came through,
my ideas for writing poetry.
A year before all the grief,
pain and horrific sorrow.
Spiritualism had knocked at my door,
I was filled with hope, love and joy.
Many centered around the possibility of miracles,
not just being an illusion but a reality.
God started talking to me when my fingers typed,
a unique and special communication between us.
I never questioned why those words came to me,
yet knew great emotion was connected, linking my future.
God was ahead of the game and I was his player,
happy to be a part of the team, trusting in the process.
Although, a stumbling block has happened in regards to healing,
no more talk of miracles until I see it for real.
God says to be patient and to stay very still,
life is in motion and the prophesy is true.
Together we shall mend the loopholes,
fill in the gaps, building a bridge to protect my good.
Quietly, I trust in unforeseen answers to appear,
as always my heart is founded in his omnipotent consciousness.
My faith continues in life, whether I can see his hand in mine,
I hold it out for him to grab waiting like a small child.
Father in heaven knows best, never wavering, is my love,
nothing can take that away, my cup runneth over in gratitude.
For I have been given the greatest gift ever dreamt of, to know God,
filled with joy for finding such a true friend, a part of me, here forever.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my introduction for my book Yesterday's News sold via the internet. i am currently editing it and turning it into two books. The other one will most likely be the title, Outside Looking In. I am making them into e-books. Please wait until completion which i will post because there is errrors I am fixing. Presently Yesterday's News contains 396 poems.

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where has the cold breeze of yesterday gone? i wonder!
i seem to bond with the realities of today!
i sought for a life i live in my yesterday and it seemed out of reach
as i sourjourn into the mysteries of my tomorrow, i hope for the warmth of my yesterday.

alsas i said, tomorrow is only a mystery i have to unfold,
step by step taking one day at a time!
the unfamiliar scent from the unknown seems to arraingn me
as i take bold steps into the future

What if tomorrow never comes?
my pregnant fantasy will remain unborn
oh tomorow the one i live for
i crave for you with emotions gushing through my soul

my wants are more than what my today can carry
the thoughts of it makes me feel tired and weary
but the beauty of today makes me tarry!
my tomorrow dangles on the uncertainty of my today

how do i carry my today into my tommorow?
i wondered, my heart ponders;
i see tomorrow in a glimpse,
it seems far from reach

the author of my path, this hunger only you can feed
come hold my hands and take me to her, with your heart as my pillow
and your hands as my handkerchief
her name is tomorrow, and she is beautiful

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Behold Oblivion

Dusk's Rule

Should we march on, still shackled,
Into our destiny, toward our fate,
By this idea we call choice,
We should behold oblivion--

Why is the drunk unable,
and the homeless persecuted?

Here is the screaming,
Blood gushing, wounds gaping,
Fighting, as if we had a choice,
Where we are born,
Who our parents are,
and what we believe.

Eternity is an infinite loop,
Watch the sand swirl in the wind,
The waves lap any trace of time,
Forever marching onward.

Praise God, for he,
is the one you were born to.

Dancing in ceremony,
Singing hymns,
Bonded together,
Bonded at birth.

Slowly the world wakes,
With the one realization,
The illusion of choice,
It's naked, destructive force.

Idea of choice--acidic to existence.

The core of our dissonance,
Why society reverberates in white embers,
Burning itself, clawing, stabbing,
All the while, the few,
Behold Oblivion--

Supercomputers, generated,
Altered by the environment,
And all choices are inevitable,
Given time, given place.

Forget choice--feel reality,
See the paths that lie ahead of all,
Travel them each, forgive, mend, move on,
Should you say they had a choice--

Behold Oblivion.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The beginning of what I'll always show to the world. Few are ready.

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