Prosperity Preachers

Their ardent audience

seek restoration

for their broken relationships

for their fading bodies

a painful life of the shambles

 

They overload top t.v shows

also expensive book-shelves

preaching that riches

is a reward for good behavior

 

Theirs is to account for our sins

yours and mine

teaching about living abundantly

expecting God to rain down blessings

 

For them God is always fair

they don’t just say it

they prove it

photos in their opulent homes

and in their privately owned luxurious jets

 

Fair means the God rewards the good

and reproves the bad

including the baby who dies

in her mother’s womb

or in his crib

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I want to live this moment

since I know it is fleeting

I am not absorbed in anything else.

 

This moment is not mine alone

it goes beyond everything perfect

and is more than my hustles and bustles.

 

All shades of emotions

cross my mind

they are varied and urgent.

 

But I am here now

with everything that I am

and everything that I will never be.

 

I cherish all my stories

of joy and pain

this life is truly worth living.

 

Whether I feel happy or sad

I know one thing that I desire

to be completely lost here now.

 

It begs me to question

What do I yearn for?

What makes me ache?

A Beautiful Day

Today I wanted to write a sad poem

but it is a beautiful day

the earth is festively colored

rich shades of purple, blue, red and pink

stretch endlessly on the earth’s surface

enthralling my eyes and thoughts.

 

A puff of fresh air easily flows

through the intensely colored petals

dancing to a rhythm only known to them.

 

Is it because it is winter?

Does it breathe a new life to everything?

Including me?

 

Cheering strands of light

a mare reflection of sun’s rays

push my questioning glances aside

glowing faintly and I long for more.

 

This tranquil vision cannot be destructed

by mist drifting from invisible depths

getting thicker and thicker like ground fog

settling mall clouds of dust.

 

True

I’d forgotten how love feels

my soul had been hidden and long forgotten

but dead parts of me have been awakened

this beautiful day has illuminated every part of me. .

If I was to Love

If I was to love

i’d love with all my faith

from my childhood innocence

to tears and grief that colors adulthood.

 

I’d speak of my lover’s name

in every passionate and delightful breath

and love even more in the afterlife.

 

I am single

but I listen with blushing ears

the sound of river’s sacred flame

flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea

 

How I weep!

Watching the mountains

giving endlessly

the low and deep kiss

to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.

 

The splendor of bright stars

murmur under the moonbeam

like a dream

keeping my virgin pride intact

for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.

Why I Write

I write because it is my enchantment

I don’t need to feign my competence

of matching and coupling words

to a celebrated new meaning.

 

Words render me relevant and imperative

away from styled record of blemished sadism

in a cold world that made me believe I was small

words seize me from all vanity.

 

My potential is at the verge of explosion

since few seem to hear the sound of my pen

dancing through invincible nights and transparent days

spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.

 

Words save me from the litany of lies

of self-guilt and self-accusation

they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph

of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.

 

I write about many moons and suns

and about the wonder of shooting stars

in world full of glorious possibilities

and one day they will write about this!

 

Soul Reflections

Soul Reflection

We sin as devils; do we love as angels do?