A quest in search of God, is a question of God, though hard, it's a challenge man being called upon and solaced, hoping God takes notice, histories great direction, a fathoming, a probing, daily a testing, no knowledge of the benevolent, rather bibical thinking is irrelevant, when it comes to man being acknowledged by God, man being an object of divine knowledge and concern, in this great puzzle what have we learned, the creator the absolute of heaven and earth concerned with man?, why should the deeds that's planned be cause enough to affect the being of God who made man, so it stands we move out of the realm of God's creation, into the realm of man's manipulation, no one knows how or why, consciousness is a state of oblivion makes you wanna cry, when we think of deaths brillance, suspended sensitivity as a result we only see concealment, we know not what we do or understand what we face, what we define is' what we cannot define is not and can be disgraced, a world aflame with grandeur each flower outpouring with love, each being speaks for itself man above, can speak for all beings articulate what is hidden through expression hoping all can be revealed, the divine disclosed in man God is a mystery made real, awareness comes about as a result of knowing one has a part to play, self-sufficiency independence responsibility in every way, the capacity to stand apart to differ to resist and to defy, without these elements in life if you give up you die, tools to be used a discription the anchor resides in the abyss, deeper than the reach of despair not infinite amiss, the bottom discovered within the confines of a mans heart or under the debris of mighty doubt to live in defiance of absurdity apart, not withstanding futility and defeat, too much pride, and conceit, makes it easier for the devil to beat, a world that forces itself upon you and there is no escape at all, continuously exposed to it, challenged by it, like Adam and Eve we fall, comprehended and sensed, we cant evade the world we are entrenched, I am convinced we were set up by social dynamics, no substitute for moral responsiblity, afraid of others unappealingly, some are never embarrassed at their own pettiness, prejudices, envy, and conceit, or the perforation of life making their souls obsolete, a world full of granduer has been converted into a carnival there are slums, and disease, and starvation all over the world, and we building more luxurious hotels unaffected by the homelessness or orphaned boys and girls, I shudder at the thought of society ruled by people who are absolutely certain of their wisdom, by people to whom everything in this world is crystal clear father please forgive them, I have no solution, I am lost in confusion, don't believe in the constitution, it never had me in mind,they still owe us restitution, lady liberty is a b**ch and justice is blind, whose minds know no mystery, no uncertainty, no fear, we have the power for change but have yet to adhere, can't overcome suspicion we misunderstand what was given, and the meaning of co-existence, guilty of this and distorting our goals, and misrepresenting our souls, better than our assertions, more intricate more profound with inner workings, our theories maintain our thinking is so outdated, it's behind ties we are lucky how far we made it, we have a lack of pretension, the acknowledgement of opaqueness, shortsightedness for intervention, inadequacy truth demands rising, striving, far beyond surviving, to question is an act of intellect, perplexity or distress the state of a problem reflects, it calls for an answer or solution, no contradictions of confusion, it's time for improvement, we need more than a revolution and a movement, the truth is concealed it's time the unknown is revealed, the world can be healed,
ElroyKen
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Fruit From A Tree
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hymnagen says: I started reading with frustration but ended up with hope. Amazing work. Peace |
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DallasCowgirl says: Very intriguing write |
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ElroyKen says: Thank you. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY ElroyKen
God's GraceI never asked for this life, but have been allowed to live it, by the grace of God. Its the gift that keeps on giving so I had to give it, by the grace of God. I am still able to write for those minds, by the grace of God. Nothing been plagiarized its all mines, by the grace of God. I am still able to walk these streets, but instead of hurt I can lead and teach, by the grace of God. Wanting to be a great father is jus something that's in me, but they lie on our race great fathers there's plenty, by the grace of God, I was raised in the life of the wicked, but now when the devil try and come kick it , I tell him where to stick it, by the grace of God. I was a loser that turned into a winner, a user and abuser jus an all around sinner, then he reached out and spoke to me with no words, told me I was worthy I jus had to have the nerves, showed me glory is awaiting but I needed to serve, one master not two, he guided me through, showed mercy on me now I am telling it to you, by the gra...  |
I Got ThisI carry a torch, this earth I will scorch, if u violate my will, this is jus more than skill, the epitome of real, I can never sit still, these words have no chill, no time to relax, I go hard to the max, they thought I would slack, but I keep bringing it back, igniting kindred spirits, Ima spill it even if you don't wanna hear it, some get real close but they jus don't come near it, there is no remorse, full speed ahead I stay on my course, no need for cosigners I ain't never been endorsed, a force to be reckoned, these words make me write on command, my hand move when it's beckoned, it's cold in my section, that's why I am bold and be flexing, aimed at no one in particular going in all directions not bragging or boasting, my mind jus be coasting, upon greatness my skill is approaching |
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Enquiring MindsIf you are looking for a revelation of life to help you cope, inspiration and motivation the exactness of hope, my work I must confess, entering my mind can be a relief of stress, attuned to your taste, these are not ramblings and utterings made with haste,cold and calculating I speak of light liitle things with monstrous consequences and repricussions, you'll only get idle chitchat from anothers discussions, I liken myself the first of my kind, ordained to shift the universe and I am just in my prime, I get better with time, I should be cherished not remembered, my weaknes is no weakness now, it is a weakness to allow, my weak heart to reveal, all the things I wish to conceal, after reading me this is how you use to be , not as weak to you as I was to me, if you only listen how, to be weakend as I am now, that would be a weakness of a kind, to be again a like mind, come to me I 'll take you in, and suffer with you through this pen, as you find comfort in knowing I am a f... |
Touch Me Or Take MeLet me feel your fingers on my back for recognition for I have did a good deed, the wind from the wings of an angel as he leaves, for he just helped me believe, in my enduring faith, take me as I am ready to go I have hit the ultimate low, sadness pain no love just a viod, I need you to take me with you for everlasting joy, if not touch me then so I can wait infinately to be deployed, touch me so I'll know your there, take me to show me you really care, take me so I suffer no more, touch me to lead me to your heavenly door, take me because my heart is pure, touch me Lord there's no other cure, |
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Fruit From A TreeA quest in search of God, is a question of God, though hard, it's a challenge man being called upon and solaced, hoping God takes notice, histories great direction, a fathoming, a probing, daily a testing, no knowledge of the benevolent, rather bibical thinking is irrelevant, when it comes to man being acknowledged by God, man being an object of divine knowledge and concern, in this great puzzle what have we learned, the creator the absolute of heaven and earth concerned with man?, why should the deeds that's planned be cause enough to affect the being of God who made man, so it stands we move out of the realm of God's creation, into the realm of man's manipulation, no one knows how or why, consciousness is a state of oblivion makes you wanna cry, when we think of deaths brillance, suspended sensitivity as a result we only see concealment, we know not what we do or understand what we face, what we define is' what we cannot define is not and can be disgraced, a world aflame with g... |