God's Grace

God's Grace is rare, they say,

But happens every second,

The meeting of artistic minds,

The striking of creative weapons,

He makes us cry, but with meaningful intent,

He makes us laugh and is always meant,

The making is in fact our own, but he knows it will happen, he knows why, how, when and where, he knows when we walk and when we stare.

When we fall, he picks us up,

When we hurt, he heals our wounds,

When we are crushed and can take no more, he lifts our heart off the floor and holds us gently in his embrace, wiping our brow and a kiss on our face.

We let life get to us all too much,

We think about nonsense and such and such,

But, when we focus on his way,

We see the light of another day,

We see that his ease lightens our weight,

And gets us out of our mental state, 

Our stress and strain, and pain will leave with prayer and hope, and when we just believe and cope.

Indeed faith is enough to save our soul.

Show Yourself

I believe in breaking the status quo,

I believe in rising above the machine,

I believe in dismissing the powers that be,

I'm no yes man,

I do not agree for an easy life,

I do not accept for harmony's sake.

I go down, but I'm never out for the count,

I awake, I rise and I fight back,

My instincts are to survive, to live and to flourish,

By nourishing my mind and body, I never let myself succumb to the outside,

I feel it, but it passes.

To strive and struggle is life,

Walls get in the way of clear sight,

But we fight and fight for what is right,

We hussle and tussle and battle our way,

Breaking down walls,

Destroying darkness,

Eliminating evil,

Eradicating disturbance and confusion from our minds by being a helping hand.

Back on my feet, will intact,

passionate and fighting,

Speaking out and not hiding,

Never internalising, but

Showing my guts and then glory follows,

I don't vibrate, I shine the light of faith!

I don't have a frequency, I'm on a higher plane to paradise!

I hold onto hope,

I will take away your hurt with love,

I will always help,

I have freedom and I will show it in my mind and actions,

Nothing holds me back,

My strength is pain,

The pain that creates humility,

The humility that comes 

from faith,

The faith in the Truth.

The small victory

For those who fail to empathise,

Lightning shatters your dreams,

For those who are empty and tired from wasted effort,

Will remain so until a change of heart,

For those who do not want to understand another,

A bomb detonates through your impervious facade,

Fore humanity is for love not hate,

It is to guide not to fight,

To embrace and not break.

But, those who get broken love more,

Crushed by another, they strive for the greatest wish,

The wish for humility and justice to win,

Their strength is sight,

To see the right from the wrong.

Delicate in mind,

But strong in will, their heart cannot be still until the Sun's rays shine on the good cause.

The best fight may appear as a loss,

It takes time to emerge,

But this victory is higher,

It is engrained,

It is who we are,

It is this which truly dominates the world,

The will of truth.

All appears as bleak and damaged, and corrupt,

But the will of truth always has victory.

Life is not a game to meddle with emotions,

It's not a front to conquer souls

And have them as a trophy,

Life is precious love and kindness,

It is this kindness which enables the humble man to win,

As the small victory is the conquest over the dark hearted,

This is strength a man has,

And lasts from the break of the dawn of time to the neverending souls in peace. 

The Cross Road

It's the cross road of life,

Decide or regret,

Do I chose cold or do I chose heat,

I'll listen to my heart and decide with my feet.

This way or that,

Left or right,

Is it flight or is it fight,

I'll fight for my heart, I'll fight for my love, I'll fight for my faith, I'll fight from the start.

It's the new chapter in life,

The middle salute,

Will I die or surrender to life,

Will I give in or forgive,

Will I accept or be brave and live.

To live isn't to squander your chances,

It isn't to test your luck,

It isn't to risk your life on triviality,

To live is to be bold in your belief, strong in your strengths, faithful in your fight and tenacious with your time,

It's a chance to build and a chance to align.

I'm on the bridge,

Half way across,

Much water has passed beneath and I remember the gains and the loss,

I got to keep busy living,

I got to start with the first move,

I can't think about death,

I got to keep positive

And think of my first breathe.

Life is too harsh to be barraceded in,

I got to explode forth,

I got to jab and jab my way back in,

I got to take chances and counter punch sin,

Fore this is the way of mercy,

I got to pray and not let evil win.

The cross road is here,

Self reflection or share my heart,

Superficial or a meaningful bond,

Am I trash washed up or is new life at the other end of the shore,

I must dig deeper than ever before,

I must realise my blessings and hold onto that which I adore.

Memories

Memories fade,

No longer sharp, no longer certain,

Focus goes and one is foggy at best,

When the blade is blunt,

Then begins the true test.

The mind is gone,

But the soul is revealed and the heart remains,

Without judgement, without stains,

An empty shell it seems, a disturbed demeanor,

But the childlike person couldn't be cleaner,

Cleansed and pure,

And for this their path is made sure.

Straight to the abode where no challenge is,

Where no demand is,

Where no threat or conflict is,

But only peace and only assurity,

An everlasting moment of clarity,

And ever so beautiful and fruitful,

And only growth and life exist, 

And death has gone for good,

And only abundance and only gratitude,

And there you sing and dance, and rejoice,

Hand in hand,

Brothers and sisters forever,

At last, at last that darkness has gone! 

And the Sun will shine on you!!

The Collision Course

I see myself in you,

And you see me too,

Likeness in an image and spiritual intent,

Saying how you feel, saying what is meant.

You may be hellbent on getting what you want,

But you'll always, no matter what, get what you need,

You may decieve yourself into something you're not,

But, you cannot rewrite the Truth,

You cannot rewrite the Creed.

Stay true to what you want in faith,

And you'll get what you desire,

Not wealth, nor flesh,

But heart and fire,

The passion of the soul,

This is the true goal,

The true sign,

And some day life will align,

Want and need collide in glory and love, 

Never hostility or destruction,

But a gentle overwhelming sincere power of what is meant and what we feel, 

This is real and from above,

The collision course of love.

The touch of love

When a man cannot die,

He sees life in a different way,

He sees life through spirit and not through flesh,

Through intellect not loin,

He sees it with faith and with hope.

When a man cannot die,

His strength is insurmountable,

His determination is unequalled,

His will power is unparalleled,

Only with such force can a man penetrate through evil ways, and disintergrate evil into dust. 

When a man cannot die,

His shield is humility &

His weapon is patience,

His guile is honesty &

His power is trust.

These are the virtues of life,

These are the ways to the focussed path of light,

The ending of life to neverending Heaven of peace. 

Death doesn't touch you,

Death has no power,

Death has no seal,

The creator of deaths bullets bounce of your shield,

And humility strikes him back like a sledgehammer to the skull.

Don't worry about the threat of evil,

When you see the horizon and it's bright and glowing, and the glows flows straight to your heart,

You've made it,

You've done a life's work,

Through the seeing in of suffering,

With the help of angels and the Almighty himself.

Stand up I say,

Stand up, 

Stand up on your feet and stand up for yourself,

Never give in to fear and never give up in your life,

Love is the power that makes you stand,

Love opens your heart to Heavenly glory and ease of pain.

I've walked through every street, through every sideroad and down every path,

Only the straight and the narrow will get you where you want to be,

At point of compassion,

At the crux of creation &

The culmination of life as it is,

Only the straight and narrow path of love,

Of kindness 

Of the gentle touch and the hand of care,

Reach out for this h

and always, reach out and feel the touch of love.