DRENCH OF THE UPPER ROOM


Heralded

Peculiar outpour

Rising up and overtaking

Rapid flow aflame with purpose and mission

Strength propelling forward in full throttle mystifying

Destiny joyously resonates in universal glorious pulse sustained

Mortal frame  inspired in a gush of hope filled power welling up to eternity

©2018 The Blazing Trail

GIANTS OF THE LAND


When hope is the engine that roars the course toward glorious promise beckoning

Where opportunity transcends prevailing reality if faith filled gusto heartily driving

Vice effectively crumbles under virtue’s decisive spark ever beaming

Human soul basks in magnificent glow solidly anchored upon what could be

Resolute ray enlightening with buoyant gush overflowing

Dreams come true in exhilarating joy ever after

Beyond giants of the land

©The Blazing Trail 2018

 

SOMEONE WAS COMING!


Amid what seemingly over saturated as anti-climax

Hope shook overwhelmingly

Hanging beneath dense cloud cover projecting myriad of perplexities

Silver lining sparkled from a distance

Silver glow heralding

Someone coming

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YOU ARE HERE


Close by

Holding it all together

Through the valleys

And mountains

Terrain laden with variety

Of event

And thrill

You are here

Blessed hope

Unflinching

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LIKE THE PROMISE OF A RADIANT GRAND SUN RISE


How can it be the same again

For one and all

And business as usual prevail

As slogan for the day

In face of the clean slate

Beheld

With radiance of a grand sun rise he sparkles

Good tidings in seal

Dawn that changed it all

Infinitely

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MONSTROUS


Inviting, irresistible, drawing in tantalizing fashion to the Promised Land

A terminally elusive destination dotted with infinite mirages

Heartbeat of false promise

Passion along course of wrong turn

Full flight down the bottomless pit

Pull of the crater mouth in full zest

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CRY OF THE HUNTED


Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”