The Amazing Adventures of Lunimous Lucid, The Scropulous Joyful Jester

Monday, August 23, 2010

Monday Night Blues...Poetry

In the distant quite glance of the night starring into the sun, caressing dawn. It sneaked out of my brain cupboard as a blading thorn of weed rooted stubbornly in the indigenous palace of thought. It seized me for a moment and gave me a taste of torment, left my mind dazzling in a daze, escalating out of pace, searching for a place where my heart will beat with God's own scintillating pace. Longing to hear His voice once or maybe for the third time in this solitude stance clustered by dreams and visions of two legged goats eating ice-creams on silver platters made from the Lamb. I could swear that It's blood has been spilled through this ink in my pen everytime i write in vanity, comnmemorating the path of dead heroes. From the unglorious days of poets in green trees, painting pictures of the asbtracted, to taking the pen of wisdom form the brain of the Word to write a passage to the kingdom, I've journeyed through the bush ambushes of the unspirited to once again hear His voice say "You're now home, and thats by grace not by chance".....indeed, poerty to God has been a wonderful journey..............Sources: Life Scrollz, 23 August 2010