Jomul7

December 30th 2012

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I am a god

I wake up early in the morning

say a silent prayer

and then bent over I start

toiling the Earth in front of me

opening and turning the ground

while fingering the scars inside me

I stop once in a while to water

the ground with these old man’s tears

nothing to fill a bucket or anything

just enought to keep my heart

smooth as a babe’s skin

I have had too many losses

to say “pardon me”

and I can’t forgive myself

for losing sight of you

I remember when my eyes

used to twinkle like stars

because the joy in my cup

never ever ran out

All I do now is to bend over

and toil the ground before me

until Judgment Day comes

and these old man’s eyes

rest gently all around your features

Posted at 6:27am and tagged with: poetry, spilled ink, personal, god, old man, narrative poem, creative writing, rejectscorner,.

November 6th 2012

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Our father who is in Heaven

Hallowed be Thy name

Let your kingdom come

Let your wrath unravel and consume our enemies

Knock down your cups of anger and let it burn, burn

These rotten hearts and blood thirsty men

Hide the sun, the moon and all the stars

Above them, from now to end of days

Let the darkness inside them be their sky

Whether they wake or sleep

Let torment’s icy fingers tighten around their necks

In fact, Earth, Mother Earth, from dust we came

And to dust we shall return,

Almighty God, I pray You open her belly

And let Her swallow them and never give them up.

Let Your will be done now and forever

Amen

But for your child, what can I do?

Your all consuming wrath on my enemies will bring me glee, Your Holiness

No Child, for you, what is it you want me to do just for you?

Me…

There’s nothing left here under this skin and bones

Hatred has devoured everything and I thirst for revenge

Yes, I want my revenge!

If anything that’s all I want

Then death will be sweet to me

And your loved ones?

I don’t have any love spared for anyone even for you Lord

I am a desert, Lord

And only hatred blows on my face and moves my breath

For the love they took, let mother Earth swallow them

All the roots of love have dried inside me

Hatred, however sour is my bread and water

I love you child

Please don’t make me curse you

All I ask is for you to finish them all

I have forgiven You when You didn’t show up

While they killed and raped us

So please just blink an eye and my enemies will vanish

And then grant me a sweeter death

I LOVE YOU, MACHOZI(Tears)

I will go now

It’s over between us

I will do what I have to do

And You will do as You please like You always have.

Death will be sweet for me

If all I ever take down with me is one of them.

Posted at 2:00am and tagged with: experimental, poem, poetry, God, prayer, psalm, personal,.

September 2nd 2012

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I refuse to dream

I refuse to breathe once again

And to feel upon my face the breath of God

No more tug of war for my heart

I will stand on the ground I’m standing on

I will not ask, neither seek, neither beg and neither knock

I’m tired of carrying up that stone all the way up

Only to see it roll back

Who needs enemies when you are your worst enemy?

I would tie myself to a baobab

And lit myself on fire

Before I let these vultures get a chunk of me

One time an eagle took me by the tip of my head

And flew me to Dream Land.

My bowels didn’t like it

And I wet my pants

Like that time I fell off my bed

And the ground couldn’t be found anywhere.

This eagle didn’t want my head or my eyes

He dropped me off to Dream Land

And started circling watching my next move

The Gruesome and the Beautiful walked by each other on that land

They had the air of longtime friends in their walk

Nothing good could come out of such unbecoming ties

During my stay I couldn’t come to terms with the Gruesome seeking ties with me

They smiled at me, took me places, offered me the best of the land,

But I was stone to their rain

And like a stone the Eagle picked me up and threw me out of there

I woke up the next day

A feather in my hair and a polished stone by my feet

I put the stone in my pocket and left the feather in my hair

Dreams never returned after that

I would lie on my back

Eyes closed or open

I would hear dreams humming from afar

Songs that anyone could recognize

But no one could explain

Dreams were these gorgeous meals for which I had no tongue

I channeled then but they never left any trace in me

Now stop asking me to dream dreams I can’t have

I refuse to dream and feel again

Upon my face the breath of God.

Posted at 12:28pm and tagged with: God, creative writing, dreams, poem, poetry, spilled ink, personal,.

July 17th 2012

God couldn’t be satisfied with the blood of sheep and rams so He asked for His son’s blood.

I check the blood sugar level of patients at work.

I tell them I’m the black vampire who’s on a diet: All I want is a drop of your blood.

Posted at 12:12am and tagged with: ahahaha, love the randomness of my thoughts, God, Jesus's blood, Diabetic, prose, spilled ink,.

July 1st 2012

The one question that has always tripped people about God starts withWHY. Why is God who is so good can let evil happen to me, around me and to those I love?

I’m not the most religious or holier than thou person you would ever meet. In fact, I’m a failure in lots of areas, but I have read the Bible and asked myselfWhy did Abraham want to sacrifice Isaac to obey God?

Why didn’t God answer Jesus, His son on the cross when he asked Him: Why did you forsake me?

The one answer isLove.

I know, too simple right?

I wish it was. People respect power. Israel wanted an army king to come deliver them from the Romans’ hands and Jesus, son of God and Son of Man, showed up with a background in carpentry from a nothing town.

God could have and still can eradicate all evil and He will at one point.

With all the power He’s got, He couldn’t bring men to love Him so He gave up the one thing He loved the most to bring men to love Him like He always wanted to.

This is just a little bit of what I believe in, it has helped me and millions others. I wouldn’t kill anyone over it, but I hope one day to seize the extent of such love.

Posted at 10:33pm and tagged with: God, Jesus Christ, belief, personal, Just because it's sunday,.

June 15th 2012

Chase that by Lecrae

I recently came to the realization that I MUST be successful if I am to accomplish my projects then again pursuit and desire don’t guarantee success. Chasing God’s glory guarantee eternal fame but this life here on Earth, a tiny drop when compared to eternity, is so consuming that I waver between the two…

Posted at 12:33pm and tagged with: eternity, personal, Lecrae, fame, riches, glory, God, life,.

May 14th 2012

Chi rotates in there

its rotation has a silent hum

that human ears only catch when all else falls silent

God engineers an entire being in there

He makes it look easy but it’s nonetheless 7 billion engineered beings

a mystical glow hovers around its roundness

this glow is known to attract stranger’s hands to feel the life inside

but for the glow to rest on that roundness,

it requires perfect smoothness

no kinks or unevenness is tolerated

life must be visible to the glass wearing eyes

in order to get the necessary and sizable glow

the sightings of life must also be perceptible and sensitive to touch from all angles

any movement or sound due to digestion or rapid regurgitation doesn’t count

in the absence of life, a certain prettiness must be present in all positions

the External test for such prettiness consists of elaborate paintings on its surface

no surgical opening will be needed and everyone is known to fail the Internal test

such paintings will either bring Ugly or Beauty out

there will be no doubt when the final product is revealed

it’s ugly, one will say

it’s pretty, another will say

they might say it in chorus or one after another

but the divided camps will agree that their lives have been touched

now, let’s take a minute and rub it

rub slow and gentle

fill your cheeks with joy

and hum slow and gentle

Chi will rotate before you know it.

Source: Jomul7.com

Posted at 5:52pm and tagged with: qi, chi, ki, energy, universe, personal, poem, God, belly, pregnancy,.

January 7th 2012

Room service, please.

For dinner tonight, I would like God.

For the entree, let’s have a strong dose of Holy Ghost.

For the main course, I want God, in full, don’t spare any part.

For dessert, Sweet Jesus.

Posted at 3:48pm and tagged with: God, holy ghost, jesus, room service,.

December 30th 2011

Freewrite

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I had to wake up. I had to leave Over There so I can be Here. Back here, with my head buzzing with voices and people from Over There. I sit for a moment, dizzy with what had just happened. Searching, feeling for, in this cold and lighted world, for my North Star and the little confidence left to guide me home.

I was back where I started: I had to build piece by piece my staircase up to God. I had stopped asking for help from right and left because people kept stealing my tools and I didn’t know who it was because they all smiled at me with their milky white smile and their wine red tongue.

I happen to hang out with those who hate me because their honesty is quick to kill that little vermin of laziness that’s rampant up and down under my skin.They put a cord around my neck and they gently pull until all my 250 lbs (246 lbs on a good day) is supported by my toes and once I’m there, they give me back my tools and ask me to finish what I started, but to hurry up because that oxygen wasn’t going to last forever. The worst part of it all is that I was losing my sight now that everything was on the line.

But then again, you see, my life and the life of mine has always been on the line, funny thing is we have never realized how short that line was.

I finally was going to meet God and put on a face on that name. All I had to do is wait a little while. Wait for the oxygen to run out, for my fear to gas away and my soul to sing its way out. And to think angels and demons envy us for having bodies. But they decided to let me down just when I started to make out His features.

So I am back to where I started: Building a staircase to go meet God. one piece at a time.

Posted at 3:35pm and tagged with: freewrite, prose, God, hanged,.

December 26th 2011

Short poem about Baby Jesus

Baby Jesus is the only God/Man baby born with an organ donor lifetime membership attached to Him,

The black markets don’t want Him because He tagged Himself : FREE

So every Sunday, Christians have God on the menu,

Why don’t you come over?

Posted at 7:02am and tagged with: christmas, short poem, jesus, God,.