To Those Who Are Left Behind

Ships

sailboats

hovercrafts

& those people

that used to be here

will be missed so dearly.

Now they are so far away

that even the mind does not know

where they are, & what happened to them.

Uncertainty now falls on those left out.

Would destination be paradise or hell?

Maybe goals were set, but doubt still is in the air.

If it becomes too powerful, it results in fear.

If fear is extreme, it cripples the determination

to move on, but there is Loneliness serving as reminder

to press on, & as a result, the mind is torn between the two.

A harsh battle starts within, Confusion is the new sovereign king.

He rules with an iron scepter, & he causes decay of held hope.

Chaos is the essence of his laws, Peace is then sentenced to death.

The entirety of being is chained, unless the Rescuer comes.

He holds the real freedom, He directs our totality.

His will is always supreme, it is unchangeable.

A planned destruction cannot be grabbed from His hands.

Even He makes us believe, not by our might.

The only thing left to do is to trust.

Move on, without looking at the fear.

Ceasing is like a hungry beast,

devouring those in his path.

Loneliness is still there,

But there is that light

that continues

its guidance

& love

that...

is real, incomparable, & everlasting.

It's been more than a year already

...since I last updated this blog. Oh well. These are few of my poems to make up for the times I missed. ^_^

Fire & Ice

Two elements are in opposition.
One brings heat, other is in absorption
of that thing which brings vibration within,
then the potential to move becomes thin.

A colder ice tends to absorb more heat
from something hotter though not every bit.
When it envelops, chances become less
for something hotter found in its wholeness.

Pressure can help, not if there is less heat,
Especially inside a certain sheet.
A sheet of thick ice, unless there is force,
A force so great that shatters it to scores.

Many doubt the outside is existing,
when in fact they are hallucinating.
Numbed by the cold their vision is tainted
by mere illusions their mind has granted.

They know little about the Light outside,
The One that serves to the dark world a guide.
Lord, let Your axe of grace shatter the ice!
That they may tremble & be in surprise!

That will bring them to genuine repentance!

The Mirage & The Shadow Of The Oasis

All alone, was walking under the heat of the sun so fierce.
Sight of a desired oasis greatly delighted the mind.
The journey was then narrowed down to the path that led to it.
When the place was seen, everything turned out to be heaps of sand.

Then Agony set in, dreams started to shatter to pieces.
Pessimism blanketed the eyes with tears a thousandfold.
Losing life then began to be a desired place to go to.
This was asked: "What will serve as a poison, the sands or the sun?"

Then suddenly, someone in the wind whispered, "Come, follow Me."
The wind was followed for days & nights, never ceasing to rest.
The wind soon died out, which left a landscape still full of high dunes.
That hopeless night, being choked by the sands seemed necessary.

The sands soon engulfed the helpless body unrelentlessly
Until a bright light shone within the sands that caused revival.
The light came from a book, which was then grabbed, & the sands gave way,
& the moon, along with the sky & wind, presented themselves.

The book was read, & there was the map to the true oasis.
Nothing else to believe, the book was believed wholeheartedly.
After days & nights of trusting, a shadow of paradise
Promised to give a new life, although so far away.