Pain, Sorrow, Misfortune.., are all part of the larger system of life we all have to go through and we must recognize its presence in order to move forward.
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Years of uncertainty, days of sorrow,
Will end in a triumphant escape of joy..;
As inner peace becomes part of me.
Pain had plagued my being,
Yet it endured all and it’s about to
Come forth into a world uncertain of
An inner desire.., yearning to be recognized,
A being no one knows of. Is about
To be birthed.
Our father, fathers’ curse that was
Our curse is no more.
Pain is the birth of all creation,
And I have endured it, to renew
Myself in a condemned world.
This one came to me by surprise ..; it came to me early in the morning while I was half asleep. I will range this one as a free verse poem where everything goes but one thing am sure it will do is inspire someone today and in the future.
Deep within the thorns,
A rose flower emerges.
Deep within the darkness of the soil,
A scattered seed sprouts into a seedling.
Amongst the hard rocks,
A vibrant green city of moss thrives.
From an unlikely seed;
The grand majestic mustard tree comes forth.
Thus do not despair ..; where your life is at today.
For your season of harvest has just begun,
Deep inside you, lies a bottom less pit full of potential
You may appear beaten down, condemned by the society
Deep within you, something has been growing,
And you can feel it, it makes you smile
Of how beautiful it is, and once it surfaces;
It will inspire the world.., and beyond.
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Do not mistake me for a killer or a psycho on the loose for shadows from the past, are fast beckoning, and they are neither my victims nor my captives.
I can feel their presence everywhere I go; and at night is when they torment me the most with their echoing bellows…… , I once asked my neighbors if they have ever heard their endless screams and whisperings but they dismissed me every time and my insistence over time earned me the name “the nutty neighbor” but I always understood them for their eyes were not yet open for if they knew what I only see then they would have noticed the shadow that sneaked into their own home and it is one that screams the loudest.
Do not let my words scare you … for am just an instrument designed to warn you and awaken your inner and far sight so that your body, mind, and soul can find inner peace in these troubling and very confusing times….; so without further ado let me let you in on my secret, I first started seeing my shadows when I first realized that not all is at it is and all as it is not all I thought it was “confusing words right there” I have never really quite understood them but at least I managed to write them down and maybe you, will be able to decipher a meaning in them.
These shadows are neither demons nor are they fallen angels’ but are to be feared and revered as they are made up of the mind and it’s un-fathomed power for we are essentially who we create ourselves to be an all that occurs is as a result of our own making.
These shadows consist of mental blocks that stop you from reaching your true potential and they primarily consist of fear, bad past experiences, utter laziness and anything else your mind brings forth to make you debate and stop you from making that life changing decision but there is a remedy that can eradicate these mental barriers that keep us from reaching our true potential and the answer can be found in the simple words of Stephen Richards where he said “when you do what you fear the most then you can do anything, for the worst mistake you can do in this life is to think you’re alive when really you’re asleep in life’s waiting room.”
So this time round don’t let the shadows take what is rightfully yours by taking control of your mind and its unfathomed power of imagination for if you don’t they will surely take what they think is rightfully theirs.
Easter special continuation..,
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The Empty Tomb
Behold, I tell you a mystery …?
In the twinkling of an eye,
The last trumpet will sound
That will transform our humble states
Into conformity of his glory.
The Empty Tomb proclaims Christ has
Risen; and I shall be hold your face in
Righteousness, and be sustained in your
Likeness. For our toil will not be in vain
In the lord.
The Empty Tomb proclaims Christ has
Risen; and I will not be put into shame
With all boldness, Christ will even now
As always be exalted, by life or by death
For to live is Christ and to die is gain.
Behold it is no longer a mystery…….
Christ has been raised, for it was the
Will of He who sent him. That he was
To suffer so as to proclaim light to all
Strengthening and encouraging us to
Continue in the faith saying through all
Tribulations I will enter the kingdom
With a few hours left, the Easter special just wants and needs to be posted. It has been haunting me to share it for a while now..; last year I did two poems for a school in kiambu, The Newness of Life and The Empty Tomb for them to recite before they went on break for their holidays hope you enjoy them and pass by on Sunday for The Empty Tomb.., happy Easter everyone.
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Newness of Life
Who is to condemn..; for Christ Jesus
Is the one who died for us, and he
Is at the right hand of the father
Interceding for us.
How beautiful is it, that if we confess with
Our mouths that Jesus is lord and believe
In our hearts that God raised him from
The dead we will be saved.
For he will not condemn your soul or
Let your soul be corrupt, he will swallow
Up death in victory and the lord will
Wipe away tears from our faces.
For me..; No one is to condemn. For my redeemer
Lives, and at the last he will take his stand
And raise us up by his power and by the
Glory of his father.., we too might walk
In the newness of life.
(Another beautiful one from the archives of Mindful; this one from back in 2014 January reminded me of how fun it is to write…. enjoy)
Tribute to Forgotten Hero
The pleasure of writing is ever satisfactory, for me the feeling is always overwhelming as if I have won a long fought war. for every time I finish an article and I sit back overlooking it, I feel as if am standing over a hill overlooking my conquest while in the back of my mind I replay the rush of thoughts “the insane ones mostly” that didn’t make the cut while lightly tapping the table with my pen; I have no idea why I do this and maybe I will never do………., coming back to reality I lightly place my pen back onto its holder and notice its almost running dry a and think to myself what if I didn’t have another to replace it, no doubt my whole world would sadly become meaningless, like a comic book without a hero that’s how my world would be.
In every conquest there is hero who is usually forgotten, their work being the backbone of each success story. These heroes give life, colour and add voice to the voiceless. That’s why today I want to give tribute to such a hero who has shaped the best and worst of my battles, my dear “PEN” you will truly be missed. You voiced my opinions and ideas to the masses and gave my world colour when I needed it the most. As your tip slowly runs dry, even the paper begins to crumble and tear….; for it knows the end of a legacy is near and fast approaching. But for you, deep inside you know it’s just the beginning of an even greater legacy as your work will live forever to be enjoyed by many generations to come. From my end it’s just a sweet and bitter a goodbye for you shall be greatly missed; but forever remembered every time one goes through a good read that you so magnificently crafted to life.
(A Journey Right into the Heart of Imagination)
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Today I took a journey, a journey into the silence of my mind. At first it seemed unreal but then again I couldn’t trust my mind for it’s quite deceiving especially to matters relating to what is real and unreal so I let down my guard and trailed the thought train back to its origin, quite an uncomfortable journey…….. Today I saw myself on my death bed….!!.
Harrowing as it may sound, deep inside I know am not the only one who has ever experienced this and I shall not be the last. “It’s called being human as we always find comfort in numbers…,” as I wondered through the citadel of conscious thoughts the more unbearable it became as lost opportunities, foregone friendships, unfulfilled ambitions and relationships I was too scared to have bombarded me. It seemed quite clear that decisions I waited so long to make shaped my entire future, for each decision I kept pending the more my life diverted from its original path. This left me with more questions than answers, “was all my life a lie because of the-what if’s I had created in my life…” No…, that couldn’t be true I wouldn’t accept it but my mind showed me the contrary but then again I couldn’t trust my mind I was in too deep.
With each deep breath I took vague images brought forth emerged clearer. Frankly speaking I was quite disappointed; I always envisioned my death as a quick one never in my imagination was there a moment I would suffer I called it an “Awesome death” quick and straight to the point but from the look of things it seemed I had put on quite a good fight. I appeared frail, but weirdly I was quite happy….; Very unlike me when am down and sickly. My frail self was looking at something at the far end of the room, a portrait to be exact. anxiety overcome my subconscious being as I saw myself holding onto a woman happier than ever and interesting enough there were four other people with us who resembled me in some respects and their and then I knew that that was my family, every man’s dream a legacy that will carry on his name that’s why my frail self was happy. In my present situation I never saw this day coming as my current relations were nothing to be admired. I tried to have a good look at the woman in the portrait but her face was all blurred and I couldn’t make out who she was as fate can’t give you everything something’s have to be earned.
My destination still unknown I still endeavored as my mind began again to drift deeper into its subconscious pushing my way through until there was no more thoughts….. Only silence … my inner being felt peace for the first time there was no worry and no fear at all as everything had come to pass. This was it my final journey, but being the skeptic I am I questioned as to where my white blinding light was as everyone ever documented on this issue talked of a magnificent white light but then again I thought to myself “maybe it’s because am not dead, at least not yet” but that seemed so insignificant as I saw myself happier than life itself gazing into my utopia. As I moved closely towards my final destination my unconscious being began to twist and turn causing ripples into my subconscious being awakening to my present tribulations disappointed but yet excited for I know what I have to do.