Enlightening | Spurring | Strengthening
They
March
Across
Life’s eventful street
Basking in peculiar right of way
Granted in remarkable universal fashion
Standing out in unique identity via print bequeathed
Unique in identity courtesy of master designer revealed
Zebras of the cross sparkle in phenomenon unprecedented
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It’s
The
Colour
Of Number Nine
At full term interval
Great and mighty things
Unlock in spectacular fashion
Amid sustained ask-seek-and knock
I will wholly call unto you without ceasing
That I may mount up with wings as an eagle
To see great and mighty things I do not know
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Day
And
Night
Night
And day
Glows the
Pulse to beat
Striking universal
Chord in curious love beat
Even love magnificent ever after
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From
Before
Foundations
Of the world
Were set in place
Creation’s notation
Aligned in conformity
Sealing beginning from the end
Visible and the invisible in contrast
Grand symphony welling up in life and eternity
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Continued from “On The Interlude.”
Old habits die hard as the saying commonly goes. Let’s just say they linger on…along a rather tricky and incredibly thin line. In a terrifying snare featuring destiny, they draw the distinction between redemption and damnation. The competing interests pitting the habitual path in relapse and the not so easily discerned pleading ray of hope constantly and in some cases subtly begging for audience determine one’s ultimate side of the coin in fulfillment. Continue reading “OPERATION MARINE GALE”
Continued from “The Yellow Card.”
There lies a place, an eternal carnelian, one before all things, securely concealed from the initial scrutiny of naked eye. At the very core of the microscope’s essence in a curious display of attention to detail. A paradise from whence glows the ultimate human dream in brilliant magnificence, indescribable beauty and purity of perfection. Her doings stand apart from the rest, silencing all in depiction of the vivid distinction between mortal and immortal, a distinct conscience prod to all and sundry in public statement of the existence of a reality-beyond-our-reality… a hearty rejuvenation in quest for freedom and a silent confession that the seeker’s adventure forges on, individually and collectively; for non is complete, till this gem in authentic substance is beheld in consummation. Continue reading “ON THE INTERLUDE…”
Continued from last week’s ‘Elephants Drinking Water…’
“To one long-merry-raidy life! Can you believe it? There’s no breaking camp until month end!” The jubilation soared up the skies with romp and pomp.
“Wow! You’re looking just fine raider boy!” Someone shouted back from a few meters away.
“The government pays you lots of money to feed us with useful intelligence Gwartz, not relics on dinosaurs and star wars.” Larry maintained his sustained onslaught. Continue reading “THE BESIEGED QUARTET!”
Continued from ENEMY OF STATE…A RERUN
“There it goes again! The exact same one!” Exclaimed Tower, pointing to the sky as she gently lowered her visual aid. Continue reading “THE EPITOME…A RERUN”
I know he is before all things and in him all things hold together. When all is said and done, there is such a place as prominence in lowliness. Better still, dawn after absolute dusk. There are times you know it best when you’ve lived it. This was one of those. Let’s just say I was a slave…with a touch of greatness I guess! Continue reading “SOMEWHERE OUT THERE!”
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