Dear love,

On the outskirts of these feelings,

Far far in quiet reason,

there’s a way for you&I to love each other right.

You’ve told me who you are.

& I’ve seen your lofty way of life,

those encumbering creeds of God, you promised to keep.

You said If I am to love you,

I ‘d have  to carry them too,

I'd have tiavel on the narrow road,

and rely in the object of your complex extremes.

I think I love you,

 love you enough to tame unholy arousals,

And seek with you,

the vague splendour that hovers

somewhere up there, in the blue forever,

so my dear

divide then, your heavy yoke,

& let me feel the weight of your God upon my conscious.

instruct my eyes to river Jordan,

so I may cleanse the murky window

& behold the paradise at which you aim.

and I will fall to my knees,

weeping perhaps like an awkward convert,

as I realise in holy waters, salvation is in the midst.

& then on, everything I feel for you,

Will no more be an obsession over a fragility I can abuse,

It will be a genuine appreciation

of beauty from a thousand heavens above,

& I’ll  dignify this kiss to you with a promise,
& love you right the way God intended,

And anchored deeply in my heart,

Will be my love,

For you and the power that moulded you.

Wait for me,

Wait for me, & I’ll do right by you.

 

Dear Lord,

wean me from fleeting eros,

so I may love her right.

of this much, my sweet darling deserves…

they say i have cancer,

 

What can I say?

my last breath is approaching the grave.

 

Find me weeping,

Find me weeping

For everything here now seems like genuine nonsense:

temporal merries of  food,

heaps and heaps of gold at home,

dances I shared with a lover,

fine clothes from Paris.

Nonsense.

sheer nonsense,

i look directly at the coming unknown,

of hell, heaven & other galaxies.

Help me for

I used to think,

World merriments would

stretch their bliss to where I now have to go,

thought those sacred moments of life would

lend their energies to my departing soul,

find me weeping,

for I now realise my folly surmises,

find me on my knees,

beseeching whoever awaits me there

to clear my conscious before

my soul departs,

help my poor soul,

help my unbelief,

 

& save me from damnation...

who conflicted this maze?

who conflicted this maze?

Ok fine, where now am I supposed to tread?

anxieties. confusion. damnable suffering.

‘have to walk by faith, so

dear Lord, my daily bread please.

 

And who are these people in my house?

Beating down foundations you&i built long long ago,

do they even know who I am?

Lord please give me my voice back, I need to shout!

my daily bread please!

 

What are you doing?

Don’t you know, through this house, I saw God’s favour

It was my dear assurance

That I was not on other side… Where now am I to lay my head?

Oh! My daily bread please.

 

But they nonchalantly tore down my walls,

discouraged my drive to re-build,

fed me ample silence whenever I’d ask why,

 why they would dismantle such a beautiful house.

Dear Lord, my daily bread please.

 

Heaped with a bitterness.

Indeed, filth resides in my heart.

So help me lord.

Love. Faith. Hope.

Of these, Lord, my daily bread please…