"Being with God is always a joyful torment. When you feel fired up for Him, you can't rest, you can't stop, you just want to keep on GOING even when you are tired!!!" - Seymour Nightweaver
Father,
I know there must be a reason for me to post this right now... Alright, here goes...
Okay, brothers and sisters...
I know that it is 4am right now, and I just had a Coke overconsumption over at McD... But I am just feel so fired up that I have been writing these since three hours ago! I do not know whether all of you will agree on what I've been feeling about myself right now, but here goes... I'm not showing off or anything here, but its just... Arrrgh! I just know I must post it here! I just can't sleep thinking about it! It's a bit messy (and I can't separate them because all of them comes together in a set), but hope you all will enjoy them nevertheless!
PS: It's EXACTLY the same one I posted over at our Facebook's PKA group forum... But I just know that I must post it here too! This is the first time that I am really feeling all fired up for Father, but I am really in unrest here until I am done with my work here as well...
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I JUST DON'T SMILE
I am in peace
enjoying tranquility
The early breath of dawn
or the Holy Father's presence
but people just can't see it
because I don't smile.
I am in joy
heart in warmth
Before fellowship's bonfire,
and being with everyone
but all never felt it
because I don't smile.
I am in gratitude
with overflowing love
My beloved sisters in Christ
my fellow supportive brethren
but no one noticed it
because I don't smile.
Perhaps, I'll change
let His will be done
but don't get me wrong
for depression and sorrow
those chains never bind
my face to this mask.
My lips' just too fat
so my smiles gone unnoticed
but you can still see them
straight from my heart
engraved eternally
in strokes and curves.
Flowing
from passion's creek.
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SOMETIMES
Sometimes,
You see me sitting quietly
at the corner of the crowd
But I'm not isolating myself
I'm just enjoying the fellowship
and the Spirit's presence, quietly.
Sometimes,
You see me drowning in darkness
in past anguish or sorrow
But I'm just losing focus
Just knock some sense in me
and bring me back to my present.
Sometimes,
You see me depressed
helplessly paralyzed
But I'm just being forgetful
needing a reminder
to rely on God, not myself.
And sometimes,
You see me troubled
not knowing what I really wanted
But I'm just confused
caught in my complex self
a metamorphosis, in growing to soar.
I know it's hard
But I need you all
to guide me, to support me
In my search behind this mask
for the very image
of Jesus Christ.
All told to me
through the Holy Spirit...
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NOT ME, BUT YOU
I often stumble
I often mislead myself
because I didn't ask for strength
nor listen to Your voice.
I often confuse myself
I often deceive myself
because I am seeking my own identity
and not the one in You.
I often bind myself
I often drank my own venom
because I forgot my vine
not seeking Your Holy Spirit.
I often mess myself up
I often retrogress
because I failed to understand
it's not about me, but You!!
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INSPIRED (BY THE HOLY SPIRIT)
Sitting idly,
heart in silence,
but without me knowing
it bloomed
like midnight rose
as the Spirit shine
gleaming like moonlight.
Inspired
by a strange flame
never scorching, but warm
like embracing wings
it cover me
with a burning passion
gentle, yet powerful.
I kept silent
as I hear You speak
trying to understand
decoding strange codes
that seemed so familiar
deep inside my core
and put them, on paper.
Thank You
and praise You,
Holy Spirit.
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I'm really sorry if I am really acting like a freak or anything... I just know I must post these poems here, and I just want to let go of this burden so that I can finally retire for the night in peace. I really can't sleep right now - I'm just simply burned up and excited all over! Again, I am really really sorry.
PS: Perhaps it is all because of the unrest I am having all this time whenever I try to find the answer to my own identity... There's no such thing as my own identity, there's only my identity in Christ! My prayer has finally been answered! :D
Seymour Nightweaver (3rd December 2008)
Father,
I know there must be a reason for me to post this right now... Alright, here goes...
Okay, brothers and sisters...
I know that it is 4am right now, and I just had a Coke overconsumption over at McD... But I am just feel so fired up that I have been writing these since three hours ago! I do not know whether all of you will agree on what I've been feeling about myself right now, but here goes... I'm not showing off or anything here, but its just... Arrrgh! I just know I must post it here! I just can't sleep thinking about it! It's a bit messy (and I can't separate them because all of them comes together in a set), but hope you all will enjoy them nevertheless!
PS: It's EXACTLY the same one I posted over at our Facebook's PKA group forum... But I just know that I must post it here too! This is the first time that I am really feeling all fired up for Father, but I am really in unrest here until I am done with my work here as well...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I JUST DON'T SMILE
I am in peace
enjoying tranquility
The early breath of dawn
or the Holy Father's presence
but people just can't see it
because I don't smile.
I am in joy
heart in warmth
Before fellowship's bonfire,
and being with everyone
but all never felt it
because I don't smile.
I am in gratitude
with overflowing love
My beloved sisters in Christ
my fellow supportive brethren
but no one noticed it
because I don't smile.
Perhaps, I'll change
let His will be done
but don't get me wrong
for depression and sorrow
those chains never bind
my face to this mask.
My lips' just too fat
so my smiles gone unnoticed
but you can still see them
straight from my heart
engraved eternally
in strokes and curves.
Flowing
from passion's creek.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
SOMETIMES
Sometimes,
You see me sitting quietly
at the corner of the crowd
But I'm not isolating myself
I'm just enjoying the fellowship
and the Spirit's presence, quietly.
Sometimes,
You see me drowning in darkness
in past anguish or sorrow
But I'm just losing focus
Just knock some sense in me
and bring me back to my present.
Sometimes,
You see me depressed
helplessly paralyzed
But I'm just being forgetful
needing a reminder
to rely on God, not myself.
And sometimes,
You see me troubled
not knowing what I really wanted
But I'm just confused
caught in my complex self
a metamorphosis, in growing to soar.
I know it's hard
But I need you all
to guide me, to support me
In my search behind this mask
for the very image
of Jesus Christ.
All told to me
through the Holy Spirit...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NOT ME, BUT YOU
I often stumble
I often mislead myself
because I didn't ask for strength
nor listen to Your voice.
I often confuse myself
I often deceive myself
because I am seeking my own identity
and not the one in You.
I often bind myself
I often drank my own venom
because I forgot my vine
not seeking Your Holy Spirit.
I often mess myself up
I often retrogress
because I failed to understand
it's not about me, but You!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
INSPIRED (BY THE HOLY SPIRIT)
Sitting idly,
heart in silence,
but without me knowing
it bloomed
like midnight rose
as the Spirit shine
gleaming like moonlight.
Inspired
by a strange flame
never scorching, but warm
like embracing wings
it cover me
with a burning passion
gentle, yet powerful.
I kept silent
as I hear You speak
trying to understand
decoding strange codes
that seemed so familiar
deep inside my core
and put them, on paper.
Thank You
and praise You,
Holy Spirit.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm really sorry if I am really acting like a freak or anything... I just know I must post these poems here, and I just want to let go of this burden so that I can finally retire for the night in peace. I really can't sleep right now - I'm just simply burned up and excited all over! Again, I am really really sorry.
PS: Perhaps it is all because of the unrest I am having all this time whenever I try to find the answer to my own identity... There's no such thing as my own identity, there's only my identity in Christ! My prayer has finally been answered! :D
Seymour Nightweaver (3rd December 2008)
1 comment:
Thank you for your poem and your blog comment. I thought I would leave you one of both in return. Merry Christmas.
http://700block.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-i-had-yellow-tie.html
I wish I had a yellow tie
It must be fine
to be a poet
like Nikki Giovanni
You'd headline the book fest
and speak at the museum
in a red suit and
yellow tie and
tell off the photographers and
make the crowd laugh
poking fun at George and Condi and
stupid doctors and
you could even call Donna Reed
a french whore
(I don't get that high-heel-in-the-house-thing either,
now that you mention it.)
Then you could really speak your mind and
stand up for the homeless and
equal justice and Michael Vick's right to
support his family. Then, you'd
sit and sign
dozens
and dozens and dozens
of books with your picture
on the cover
But now that I think about it,
it'd be finer still
to wander into the natural wonders with two old friends
and two just-met friends
and
marvel
over
butterflies.
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