For Mercy, For Truth
The motto: For Mercy. For Truth. &In Jesus
A pen
A timbre
A thought,
Collection of thoughts
Coagulating moments,
Past,
Present,
Future past,
In the most perfect moments,
Thoughts, emotions,
In an imperfect world
therein lives a song
In these songs
We will visualize
Everything as it should be,
And perfectly celebrate and create,
Friendships, love, worship, brokenness,
The contrasts of light and darkness
Let there be songs and singing
In our songs we will live
And sprout new branches
And see with fresh eyes
For therein lay our transports.
Monkey in the middle
they play it like a fiddle
hopes tossed around the circle
Where are the linears
Among the thousands of human expressions one might observe, two of them always symbolize truthfully or ruefully the time one’s in.
A smile, beautiful and simple,
salient and inaudible
could carry the poison’s of past regrets,
or the smoldering of tommorrow’s hopes
Empty barrels make the loudest noise they say,
but laughter is always about the present,
It is ever in the moment
Every smiles carries a thought,
that’s why mona lisa’s is analyzed to naught
For all that’s known, the painter might have been naked,
As her mind compares and breakdown the perverse and the sacred
A laugh is not full of any thoughts,
Just of its present enjoyment and things of that sort,
Its unpretty and in the here and now,
and denotes a life of many joys
A smile can be photogenic,
teasing with the possibility of interesting stories,
but can be laden with gulleys
and little tricks
Which would you rather own,
Laughing Lines on today’s throne,
or smiles yearn or frown
that never make it to one’s brow.
A pretty picture stuck in time,
or dynamic present overflowing down the line.
Ok, this is part lyrics to a song i’m working on. I used a style in some Nigerian songs I remember from living there, where there is a call out and a response. So the first indent is the call out and the second is the response. So here is parts of it.
“
The Loving (you got me) - by Fumi&
You got me loving the things you do
oh i’m loving the things you do
All the times we spend together
Well, all the times we’ll spend togetherAll the starry nights i’ll spend with you
oh all the stars will shine for youI love the time I spend with you
oh, all the time I spend with you
I hope we can make this go further
Oh lets take this deeperWe can ditch our cars and ride our bikes
or we’ll walk a mile with our hands a tethered
And there’s a time we’ll laugh
A time we’ll cry
to the way we try
break ourselves ”
There is this talk
In the back countries
Lined with dark tonned spaniards
Uptown folks echo its melodies
As they perform their work
Unnatural austerity has taken hold
There is a crack in the fold
It’s Christmas, but the lyrics
Mention not a saviour
Born
No, none,
Not of a woman,
But of El Gordo
We, whom the country enchants, keep tender memories of certain springs, certain woods, certain pools, certain hills seen very often which have stirred us like joyful events. Sometimes our thoughts turn back to a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard filled with flowers, seen but a single time on some bright day, yet remaining in our hearts like the image of certain women met in the street on a spring morning in their light, gauzy dresses, leaving in soul and body an unsatisfied desire which is not to be forgotten, a feeling that you have just passed by happiness.
God spoke
And it was.
Seventh day,
He rested from His creative speaking,
But it can be felt,
That His creative speak echoes on,
It echoes on, and on my friend
The young are restless,
And the old settle
But to which does the soul hold to
At heart
The young become Old
and the saved Old
become the resurrected
Reverberating a plan
after His heart.
In case you missed it,
I love saying sagely things,
Yes, sagely, as in things,
that remind me of sage.
Sage, in all her fair essence,
was a linking of connecting dots
like connect four.
It was in the special message
written on the roots of her hair
Down to the ways her nostrils flare
along the curvature of her face
For God surely has good taste,
and I can tell when I look at sage.
Now only if sage
was right here,
I wouldn’t need to say sagely things.
I find my way in the echos of the beat,
through the intervals and rests on the sheet.
In the dark corners of my humanity, a melody is lit,
on chord progressions and notes I feast
And it calls and links those in need
to come, come and eat,
And together we are singing in the street.
Fairy: (Act II scene I, midsummer night’s dream)
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
Than to be used as you use your dog?
