divinity
Demonic Words
A man found a tome,
In his newly acquired home.
A book of ancient prophecy,
And things he should not see.
Written by madmen,
Different from what we all can.
Secreted away,
It drove him mad in one day.
The night he read the tome,
He was visited by Demons alone.
Scores of Demons in his dreams,
Banded together in teams.
Sounds fell from their mouths,
Dead and corrupted:
"GOR NA'AATHUL TUL' CTHULHU.
KELN DU CTHULHU D'ORST NED."
Feeling their poisoned tongues,
His flesh, burning along.
With their very words,
Unto corrupted swords.
Do not speak the lines aloud,
EGO, this time, don't be proud.
Their divine language on his skin,
From these words you cannot win.
Let Me Be
Ugonna Wachuku
Let me be gone
now ... Silence!
Silence of the
grave ...
Life on this
enchanting
earth home!
Humankind with
heartless homes:
Fading moments of my
awakening...
I walk through unknown
pathways and river banks.
The mind in me is still;
yet wandering through
uncharted landscapes
and meadow sea shores.
This new day, I stare into
the clouds, hoping, wishing,
wondering if you'll let me be.
At night, I watch your stars
and moon; waiting, hoping.
Fading moments of my
awakening...
My journey has been a long
one. I have waited so long
in the eyes of human
recokoning.
I really keep wondering
whether you'll let me be.
Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...
My soul is heavy ladden.
My spirit reaches out;
searching to find some
meaning to this desolation
on flourishing farmlands
of abundance and beauty.
Will you finally let me be
who or what I am meant to be?
Because, now, this day, there
is a joyful pain in my soul.
Will I be? Will I be?
Good Lord, I am still
waiting on you; while
still striving, asking,
seeking, knocking on
heaven's door of your
deeply compassionate
heart. I am hopefully
still waiting: "do not
pass me by!"
Let me not be weary.
Let me soar and mount
on wonderful wings like
your eagle of my essence.
Just let me be who I am
created to be, abidingly:
I humbly plead!
Humankind with
heartless homes:
Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...
My soul is heavy ladden.
"Do not pass me by."
Give me your
mustard seed
faith. Let me
not be weary.
Let me go
home now
into your
goodness
for there
is
s
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l
e
n
c
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!
-
Let Me Be
~ Critiques/Comments ~
Misty Lackey
This poem has very strong words. Strong and powerful. I am glad to see
you again, reviewing my poetry, loved what you wrote on western
desire.. you are a true peach of a talent yourself. love yea, misty
http://www.postpoems.com/members/mistylls
Douglas Lazard
dougiebgood@hotmail.com
These words, as if from a waking dream, call out to the soul as they
call out to God...
Yes this...
that thou hast called me to do and be... Let me be!
Peace my Brother and God's love ~~~ Dougie ~
http://PostPoems.com/members/dougie
2002-08-07 19:16:16
Forever
Ugonna Wachuku
Then, I saw the peaceful
reliable rainy rainbow
...