Absolute

Tell me one thing that is forever, something that will never change. Speak to me a word that would last forever or sing me a song that will always entertain. Show me a face that doesn't bore, a day to live for. Look me in the eye and tell me how beautiful you are. Prove to me if you were the strongest, the toughest or the cutest. Affirm to me your wealth, power or influence. Stand this instance and tell me One Thing that would hold its ground tomorrow without the slightest of a change. Look at your beauty, day by day I will watch it whither away, Count your money for tomorrow it's all been spent away. Show off your power today for someday it will pass on to another. Ha! Be the strongest, the cutest or the wealthiest, Be anything I don't care for whatever you have will never last. All you hang on to and all you cherish will go. All that you are, All you have been will never be forever.

I have seen no face of man that stood still against my words, none would pass my test, neither man nor else. All have fallen short but ONE.

Of HIM, I dare not speak but in riddles. For even if I used all languages they still would be deficient. No earth tongue could communicate such knowledge and thus I shall speak not. HIM who never changed since forever, HIM who bends time and shapes life with the flow of HIS breath. HIM who created freedom and them free rebelled, them who see things upside down. I challenge the living for I speak of HIS Spirit, of words I dare not write out of my own desire, words that scare me to even think about. But I was given permission to reveal.

That absurd choice (2)

Years ago I left home on a quest and a journey far away from home. Away from my comfort and familiar zone I walked; step by step the distance grew so far that I now do not know see the past any more when I look over my shoulder. I am one of the few visionaries left to wander across the swirls of time. One of those who follow whispers and faint voices, signs and marks of time. I meditate on ancient wisdom, one was given to man by the grace of the Giver, Him, the Sole Maker of all beings. And though I go like fools sometimes yet He guides my steps. I look like a fool to the fools, wise to the wise and crazy to the needy in heart yet no one knows how do I make it happen. They all wonder how I go this far, where no one expected me to. I speak highly of myself because I am happy. Though stricken by all sorts of torments yet I witness that plant grow before me. Observing every little detail of its change. To some I waste my time, to others I am the waste of time, but in me I know who and what I am. I am not dream chaser, nor am I disillusioned. I cant hold words with my hands and touch those whispers, I was given to see beyond the eyes and beneath skin, through matter and along time. As much as I am given, a lot is required of me. I chose to accept the call along with the burden that comes along with it. I might have chosen a normal life, a fun fun fun sad sometimes beat but I chose something else, the different adventure that would form me a very different type of hero. I worry not. My Writer knows how this story will end.

Define me

Today, Driving by on the main stream bridge in the usually busy city of Cairo. I passed by a car with a young couple in it. The guy was busy trying to avoid his car getting bumped again while the young lady leaned back and rested her head and was far asleep. She was sweating and so uncomfortable, I could tell that as I passed by and saw her eyebrows quarreling together. And then I came back inside the walls of my mind and asked myself. Why? Why does life turn to be such a vesicle of tragedy? I had images of suffering and unease show in my mind. Why would one choose to live with another? Why pay the price? Why do? Why be? Why live? why breathe? Why suffer? Why Struggle? What is it that pushes you to live? And why Dream?! How come people are restless? Who has the answers? Who plants the questions within? It's so silly I write all this even.

"Life is a tragedy" said Lady Fantasy
"Fantasy is unrealistic" said Life
"Both of you make me who I am" said sir Tragedy

Marriage is such a scary decision. Commitment is such a burden. Loneliness is far more worse, It pushes two to make a scary decision and endure such burden. Whoever falls into the web of loneliness gets addicted to the daydreams of fantasy. Life is instability and constant change, Life? What is it? What is death? If a soul lives forever, then is there really something called death? If there is no death, then what is Life now? Or is death just another level of life? Another place for eternity? What is everything? Who am i?

I guess it all boils down to that last question.. Who am I? What am I? Define me

Mercy Beyond

Lit with sulfurous blaze of hate and division they quarreled amongst each other in a useless attempt proving their nonsense points of views might be worth something. A generation lost within its own selfishness, dragged by its peggy desires into a dry pit of desolation. The seed their fathers sowed, brought up a dry thorny shoot. Their mothers conceived shame for their reputation. Punishment lies within the folds of the crime and no one, No One escapes justice. The winding ways of justice ends up with a feather sensitive scale that weighs all hearts of men and judges all according to a divine and delicate measure. Yet not one sets his eyes up to gather those fruits of such absolution that folds either release or indebtedness. A black marble or a white one, which would you choose young man? Should I lock you up till your debt is due or should you choose life? Why do you blindfold your eyes? Is the light too bright to see? Or is your lusting imagination a better place to be? Choose whatever you may, from the scales of life you shall go nowhere. What you shoot shall hunt you and what you spare one day will save you. I have shown you the ways of life and the pits of death, I have made the light clear as well as the darkness so that you wont have an excuse to hang on to when the curve of time straightens and the tales of man on this earth come to an end.

Choose life, and live.

That absurd choice (1)

Today, I felt that sweet soft current. A slow but steady flowing deep stream of endless energy, yet so tender as silk and cotton. It washed my skin and healed my burnt skin. I closed my eyes and lost control over my worn out muscles. I was washed away by it's cleansing water of hope. Where am I flowing to? I have become a part of this current. I don't know anything but I feel a lot of things within my heart. My mind is senseless and my skin has surrendered. The winds of Life lift my feathers to a destiny and a destination. Blowing into such direction by the One who made all things. I learnt to let go. When I lost my grip over the land, I was lifted. and when I untied the ropes, my ship floated away from that harbor. It's amazing how life goes. one has to let go before he gets and loose before he wins. Who dares live with such faith? Who dares to follow his hope? Who wants that share in the Kingdom that now is nowhere!? Will you leave what you have for something you can't see just because you heard it's the best that could ever be? Would you even leave such humane materialistic wise choice for one that sounds so absurd? heh? Would you?

The Warrior Prepared

I was formed a mighty warrior to shake the foundations of nations and break the might of armies. A shield was given to me that no arrow nor spear might pierce. My sword cuts steel and nothing holds it back, My head is protected with an armored crown and my chest is kept withing impermeable metals from a world unseen by mere sight. My waist is tied tight and my feet are saddled and protected. I was given sight and insight, knowledge, wisdom and speed. An army follows me and The LORD hand is upon me, His fire and Power is with me. Where ever I go I win and in everything I do I succeed. No enemy shall stand before me and prosper for all was pushed into my hands.

O Father! You have given me so much and so much is asked from me. I count not on myself for you know where you saved me from, You and i know. But I know where my strength comes from. My Assurance stands strong over the heights of the earth and the folds of the heavens. My Assurance shaped the earth with his breath and moved the universe with His hands. My Assurance owns time and life to Him is within. Giver of all authority and with His permission everything happens. My God is Mighty far above all. In Him I trust. In Him is my assurance!

In wait of an appointed time

It's been long since I tapped in my feeling into this cold cyber world of nonsense. God I'm so rude! Sorry I'm just not feeling well. Spring, my favorite season of depression in Egypt. Spring here is mostly like summer but even worse, It's also comes up with southern sand storms that are so terrible.

The Kingdom of Egypt is so struck in the spiritual realm by spirits of stupidity and lust. And I thought Egypt was a pure place but really it is not. I guess after my trip to New York city I know this is a bloody mess here. Anyway, my dream stands but hardly holds on to faith.

O God, O God; why did you show me that vision? Like you said to John, It would be sweet in your mouth but bitter inside you. O Yes, it sure is! How sweet were the words, the promises and the hope, but it's so bitter to live for such fulfillment day by day. After such knowledge, reality becomes worse and life becomes unbearable, a burden and a very heavy yoke. And You LORD, You know. You have made me in such a way and changed my form in such a manner that puzzles my understanding. You know what You have put inside me, That which I don't understand but know so well. You know what triggers me and have set a time for me to do what I should. What I saw and what I long for. If it was not for that Bitter Sweet Purpose I wouldn't have come here and if You ever take it away from my book then put me to sleep with my fathers. I shall not ask for the time nor for You to rush things up for I know such knowledge is for You and is sealed from the ears of men. And though You pierce me, I shall wait. I know all will be in it's due time. All will be.

Scrambled thoughts

Years, I spent wandering in this puzzling, wondering what's the rule or the law that binds it all together. Looking for the one in a million million instance when all those rules break apart where supernatural things happen. What's love? And what's life? Are we meant to live a random life where love and marriage is just another trick or treat? Is love a feeling or a meaning or a motive? Is love a spiritual gift or is it just another satisfaction of needs and habits? In this life, are we all meant to be heroes? Or just some anonymous background roles. Do others exist or is it just me?

For a while now I have been separated from my senses, I do what I hate and forget what I need, to live. All my words make perfect sense if one knows the clew. and the Clew is always in time and place. My hand pulses as my nerves are over stressed. I want to hide somewhere where it's quiet. Solitude is a warm blessing sometimes in a busy demanding life.

It's been couple of days, didn't talk with God for a while, something in me is not alright. Maybe because of the now career I have begun. Starting over when I am almost Thirty! Will I make it somewhere? Will I see the vision fulfilled? Tired, so tired. Exhausted and beat. My body kills itself and my brain wastes itself, my life slips out of my hands and my breath cease. I have lost the warmth of life as I froze my inner feelings. HE said "go & do" and I went and did, but the price was so dear. Sometimes HE shows dreams and visions so bright and pretty, so good but the price is not always like so. Most of the time, a Life is paid in ransom. A slow and painful death is the only way to make sure other lives flourish.

Die seed die. you shall then live, and even if you don't others shall. You, little seed are good weather you win or loose a fight for your breath and sunshine. If you die you feed a worm and if you live you feed a man, then the worm but surface and the birds get you. I saw you swollen, I saw you rapturing, I sow some hope when your step pushed up. I saw some little roots, but will I live to see the fruits? O life of mine, when will you shine. When will you show, and what I believed would grow? When will I reach the end to what I started? The purpose of what I was granted? Sweet sweet day will I see your dawn? will the masks of your mysteries be blown? Will you come and stay, or leave and take me away? Spin O Earth and spin, release the power within, let today go away and bring tomorrow to the bay. I lived for tomorrow so long that I don't feel time. As if someone stole my rhyme. Don't misunderstand me for one who grumbles or whines, I love my life, but I miss so much.

A vision is a blessing but it pushes its seer to a loop darkness. One sees the bright sunlight then enters a dark room sees nothing but is blinded by what he saw. Science speak words of knowledge to be fathomed by the wise in heart. The wise knows things that Intellectuals may not link together. For the knowledge and understanding of time is half the wisdom. Recognizing the time and foreseeing beyond is only given and not taken. The ancient wise man knew that and testified that the peeks of wisdom are the fear of God. Any wise man would confirm, but the proud would desperately argue, but the words of the wise stand tall through the test of time not the proof of words.

Swinging between the peeks of wisdom and the pits of ignorance. But within me is a will and a determination, a persistent heart that keeps me sleepless and crying out loud with unquenchable pitch of thirst that is never fulfilled but by the springs of God.

My words cease.

Remembering

Tired, so tired. So much thoughts flow within my mind, like a wild mountain torrent, gushing water violently with rocks and pebbles. Something touches me within the sounds of nature, sounds of music and singing. The world of visuals have changed us dumb and alone. My single mind wildly rages against all the limits I have chosen as a safety zone, I drift in dangerous lands. Careful, that bear just lost her cubs. I don't expect to be understood for I don't expect a reader. What the hell is wrong with life? why is it going so wrong? Or is it that I was taught faulty about life and the balance of it. I wait and wait, till I die to know the truth. I don't believe the words of men any more, I reached that point where I see naked people, or should I say "People; naked" Motives, desires, needs and strength points. I have become so pale as a spirit, so transparent as a thought. You can hurt me with your breath and disperse my existence as a rising smoke. I am tired of all others, I find not myself with people, cause all that people want is themselves and not the other. Though I care about the people, they take but never give. A selfish globe that I wish I could leave right now, but Life, I was given; and Life, I live. The puke of my mind makes me more sick of myself, the sores of my heart grew beyond the size of it. Yes, I feel alone. People are just numbers when each count one. But where are you who count others along with yourself? Where is this being that reaches a hand for another? A romantic dream to find someone like so. someone who still remembers, still longs for that long buried secret of life. The source of warmth and light.. Do u still remember love? Do you?

The Dream!

Walking along the unstopping roads of time, all through the hills of triumph and the valleys of weakness, around the borders of the never drying seas and the dehydrated deserts, over the mountains and beneath the caves. Now I stop to look back, I see all I have been through, all that I past and all that has past by me. And though I still am in the middle of nowhere, I still have something within me that keeps me going on. I see nothing for I am surrounded by the fog of the variables of the future, Though those variables are very well calculated and previously set to be in a delicate and particular form, the picture forms with time and in time it will be another clear skies. I admit I have no hope, But I have faith. A kind of faith that exists when all hope vanishes. A kind of Faith that doesn't need hope, neither feelings nor sanity. A faith that is counted lunacy and dismissed as foolishness. Yes, if you call it foolishness then I am proud to be one. I don't mind no more, I yet follow the Voice that woke me up one day from my dead sleep, That Voice that shook the dreams off my mind, Woke me up from my sleep to open my eyes to a Dream, Like nothing I ever imagined possible nor even fantasized about, A dream, My eyes are open wide and yet I can see. A dream that robbed me out of all other joys of life and rendered everything else in my life shallow and gloomy. A dream that placed me where I was supposed to be, consumed me like I was meant to, drifted me where I should have! To the ends of this earth I went, back and forth and God knows how many miles I shall walk more. I shall, Though for now I wait.. Still I hold on.

The day It was revealed to me I took it and claimed it mine, For which fool is he to leave a diamond that was granted freely to him? and who would not chase a rolling golden coin down the stairs? I found much much more than any living being could ever conceive! I shall not step back, ever! I became nothing and my dream became me, I became a dream, I live the dream, for it and by it! For It was the pleasure of Him to form me as I am for a reason, a vision and a dream. I am glad to live it and die within its chapters. It's an honor to be mentioned within its tales and stories and to be counted within its riddles.

Back to my senses now, I feel that cool spring breeze slip along my face with scents of the first fruits. Though I don't know how far I must go or how long it will take for me to reach it, My heart fills with joy. It beats a happy rhythm, careless, reckless and spontaneous. I don't care, I don't exist no more and I don't want to, count me dead or never been! Who cares? I don't and I am happy now, Happy when I am no more, Happy when I am gone, Happy to be a frame and an embodiment of Another. Given promises, trained, set and well prepared. All that I am is for this, and this is for greater good, for Else and yes for me. Me that is no more.

Either if I still breath or if I don't need it, I open my eyes and I see the dream, I see a different light, I see a beautiful Dawn. Secrets of the Ancient Days, News of the New Era. I see and know what my tongue is forbid to speak clearly about. Peace be to all, Love and Joy beyond measure. My heart is like a little child, I can't express can't explain. Can't explain why a flower finds joy to loose its beauty to become a fruit and a seed, to die and become another, same as its own kind. Nothing is in my hands now, now stick, no gold, not even another robe. I have nothing and yet I own everything, with authority over many. I need none, but that silky dream. That smooth transparent vision of a distant future that grows unnoticed within the beats of the moment. Although I had to die for it to be, I see myself within its pages. It's much more better to live within than to live without. The price has been paid and still is, every step, every thorn, every heartache, every sacrifice and every goodbye. Now, though I have never seen its fullest, I say.. it's worth it, No regrets what so ever. New I am for another trip and another walk, another danger, another challenge, another cut, another and another, I don't care. My hands wont let go, I hold on.. to the dream!

Pygmalion, uncarved yet.

The silent surface of the pool was so celestial I couldn't resist flowing into it with my thoughts and mind as the water that drifts within its smoothly sliding current. There is much more beauty within the dead and the nonliving. Stones so real solid unchanging beauty more than the years of the loved ones. Make me a beauty out of marble, make her smooth, place her well. Make that statue for me, may the hands of the maker form her well. Blameless and flawless may she be.. But please don't give her life, don't open her eyes, nor revive her mind, keep her still, leave her there. Unspoilt and unbroken. Solitude is hers forever, not loneliness but a peaceful silent stable state of mind and heart, let her inclination be towards the dying seed of eternal life. I, given to make and change, given to create and destroy, to start and end, given a key and authority. The dying seed of eternal life was in me and yet to be and beyond it shall be. Where is the land that would be blessed by what is within me? where is this fruitful woman that will bear what I have and carry what I shall give, Am I not all that I give? Shall I not give all I was given? I shall not keep any for myself for I was called and I follow the voice of that call, Even if I don't hear it, I follow what I heard and what I already know. I follow through valleys of death, I have dwelt between my enemies more than the days I dwelt within the arms of my loved ones. Spirit! and What Spirit! Isn't it the Spirit of the Most High? Wasn't His power within me? And still is! Called to fulfill an ancient quest and to finish the work many has started and striven to continue. Yet Time is not here, not now, It has been and will come to be. Mold her a beauty, beyond all beauty ever witnessed, Make her fairness beyond all accurate measurements of man. Make her a bride! Make her a wife and a Mother full of grace and wonder. I have spoken of wonders beyond my humane, beyond my knowledge, beyond my dreams. Spoken and will speak, who will listen? Who will understand? who will reveal the secrets and riddles of my words? No mind will unlock those seals and no heart will feel their content. Only with the Spirit of Him, only for the given. On time. Bathed in fire I was and yes, the fire still flames within my inner being. The same fire that brings me life, that keeps me going, one day will consume me to my destiny and to my path where I long to end and reach it's prize. Look not at me, I am just a word, I was uttered with life, I was given but I am not the Giver! I am not but HE IS! Who am I? Yes, I am much, and more and yet, nothing.

I want to write more, much more, I want you to hear and see and stand in the light again. My child where have you gone to? Why so far you wandered? Why for so long? Am I not your father who loved you? Am I not your friend who laughed with you? Was I not He who supported you to Live? Was I not who gave you Love? Talk sense to me and tell me when did I leave you and where did I forsake you? Remind me once of anything that I let happen to you that wasn't for your ultimate benefit, you before anyone else and yet it was for every one's good! Talk to me about that which you think would make me regret anything I ever done or let happen to you. I know that silence will be your wisest answer and it shall be for you know that all you have which bothers you is your bitterness and childish selfishness. Son, its time you grow and it's time you leave those childhood days. It's time to be strong and stand up! It's time to carry my yoke and do my work. Battles are for men, and war is for those who can carry their shields. Lest your feet are firm and your shoulders are strong, you shall fall. Up you go, Get up! Be strong and I shall make you stronger, you shall fight by your father's side for I shall not leave you alone, you shall not fall nor stumble. I have never left you before and I shall never leave you, Ever!

Lover behind the wall..

Pursuing a blind destination, my feet walk restless. On the tower of my head, my eyes watch and warn my mind silently. Mind drugged into its mad dance after my wild emotions that gone out of control long time ago. Damn! what am I writing? Am I not the lover I used to be? Who am I? My human side was buried along the sands of loneliness long ago when I thought I was in love, Stabbed a hundred times and betrayed a million! Oh I remember those days when my arms were open wide hugging life, when a smile was tattooed on my dancing heart. Day by day they poured acid onto my heart, pierced it and ripped it off my chest. That was the best song ever written, let him die, let him go. They sang it with all their breaths. With all their might and all the life within them. Now I went out to the markets and to the roads, I put on my mask and gave my love for free to the daughters of the philistines and the women of Canaan, They accepted me in their homes, brought water for my feet and food for my body. They saw the gold in my hands and the sweetness of my tongue and listened carefully, they treasured my words and dwelt on promises. They flew to the clouds and danced in the fields. They begged me to stay and held me, never letting go. And you O daughter of Israel, what have you done? O you ample of my eyes, you life of my heart where have you gone? For years I have knocked at your doors, I left you traces of me and my fragrance everywhere you went. I bribed the roses to remind you of my love, I have called the trees to mark my name, I smelted the metal and gathered the pearls from the blackness of the depth just for you. And so? You hardened your heart, Petrified your veins and frozen your eyes. You set high your walls and thickened your doors, moved your tents and covered your traces. If I was a beast of mischief or a man of iniquity wouldn't the scale of justice find a sentence for me? Wouldn't the cage and the sword hunt me? But I was counted with the wicked and numbered with your enemies and no fault or deceit lied within my being. I stretched my hand with peace and love to you, smiled with hope and spoken of a promise. Built you a home, created you a future, look up in the heavens as look at the plans I have for you. Sadly you turned away and pursued the drunken dreams of your ignorant heart. You followed the trend, expecting me to bend. Thinking my arm could be twisted and my mind could be changed you tried to dress me in your mediocre fantasies. Your plans were so small I didn't fit in them, your dreams were so selfish I wasn't counted within them. How many times did I wake you up from your drunkenness, many more have I covered your nakedness and all the time I was there for you and I never brought you to justice nor put you on trial. Though you have wronged me so much, my love for you was far beyond your sins. What was my crime that you would sin against me? Am I guilty of love? Or is it that you are red-handed double-crossing betrayer? You have split your heart and fooled your mind. You learned the ways of deceivers and followed the paths of the wicked. You looked within you for a god, crowned yourself on a throne and expected all to worship you. You set your seat in the midst of the stars and waited for everything to roam around you. You looked at me and waited for me to take my place in your foolish imaginary world. Ha! O look at you now? you sit within the dirt, you crown yourself Queen of nonsense and Mistress of vain! You open your eyes and yet you can't see. You talk to yourself cause there is no one there to answer you. All that you have built and all you have done is only in your head. And yet I still knock, behind the fences, doors and walls.. Wake up my love.. wake up my dear.. wake.. up.

A Warrior within Skin

I cornered myself in my quiet place, blocked my ears with some music. Held back my breath and blurred my vision, I drew back within the layers of my skin, conscious yet non responsive. Feeling so sick i want to puke, I want to throw my heart out, i want to erase my existence. Is it the light that brings out the faults of man, and reveals his sickness? or is it the darkness that brings man to the end of his tolerance to his fallen nature? Maybe both.. Too much blackness, too much light, so strong contrast, burns the eyes. My head is heavy, like that who is drunk, and him who is stoned. I need no drink nor drug, sorrow fills me and bitterness burns me, more than enough, more than enough. Sometimes I wish I could disappear, like jump into a silent dimension, a very slow moving one. I want to watch the birds fly, the breeze move the branches and the waves curl.. slowly, as slow as they could be. I want to see a smile on a pretty face, a dance of a baby girl, I want to hear the giggle of a child and a joke of a young lad. I want to stand by the cliffs at the edge of the ocean and feel the winds against my face. I want to hold hands with my woman, and take a walk on the sands of the beach. I want to be human again. Human, yes not like me, not like you, like human beings used to be. O sick an perverted generation what have we become? Now men are those who provide and women are those who look good. Ha! neither this nor that do I accept. To you a god is one who gives, and if he takes, then you believe in none. Home is where you live not where you belong and life is what you take not what you give! Love is lust and lust is all that matters! Existence is oneself and coexistence is your cherished! I have set my horns against your deceit, my face against your lies. Beneath the light I walk, your darkness trips my feet! Though I stumbled I shall rise and though I fell I shall stand again. I have set my life to push against you, I have dedicated my being to reveal the ugliness of your nakedness! If you were a man I would have wrestled against you in flesh but spirits float and are fought in ways the flesh is counted useless with. I fought you on the dry lands, in the wilderness and on the mountain tops, I fought you in the marches and after midnight, in reality and in surrealism! I fought you in freedom and in bondage, in strength and in weakness, in flesh and spirit, in words and deeds. In all my ways I stood against your lies and lies and lies. you blinded so many and lead them astray and the same poison you use on me! Behold if I fall a wave will cover me and the strength of mighty waters shall push you away, I will be set back on my feet, stronger and wider than you ever imagined. I was bread as a creature of war and a beast of burden, raised in the wilderness and nurtured by the drought, I need and I also want! Yet I get what I should have. I didn't ask for war! Didn't ask to live those times but here I am and Him who brought me here knows better that this is where I fit. Secrets are hidden with in me and I shall not reveal, words can't explain nor my will or the sound of wisdom recommend. Fire are within my eyes set up against your blackness, kindled by the heavenly Thunders of Seven. He who has put me under this yoke knows that I will pull it and bear it. And I shall, not because I can anymore, but because now is when He will do it for me. He.. my Creator, Protector.. He who called me. He who I trust and He will Save me!

Jerubbaal's 300

They walked out of the bushes, down the mount of Gilead -The Heap of Testimony. They do not tremble before death, they escape no battles, they kneel not for man nor run away from beast, death is close, yet they don't step back. A fine breed of men that bend not for their needs yet answer the call of those who ask, ready to give it all. I have seen in their eyes, that fire kindled from the altar of Heaven. Their colors were like those of the lions of the wilderness, their skins bore thick and deep scars but though too many, are so few to the ones that pierced their hearts. Dead, though full of life, abandoned yet brought salvation. Though bitter, they were a sweet savor to the Lord and their people. The Amalekites and the Medianites were vast in numbers, like swarms of locust so was told., invincible enemy so was said. Something about their calmness was out of strength, something about their peace was because of their might, O men of God! Blessed be your names written in light in the eternal Book of Life. Splendor of Eagles and Courage of lions were within and upon them. Horned in power like wild bulls, yet so much wise as the face of man. Every step of the way, their minds held firm, holding pots and fire, horns of rams, following a man, who listens to the Voice that Speaks of Miracles and Wonders. A Voice like no other, misjudged by sanity and unfathomable to emotions, A Voice of One who is truly Faithful and Exceptionally Wise. Beyond Strength, more than Might, Wiser than wisdom and superior to logic.. He Is. God!

We lived as brothers and we die as friends, we follow the light of our hope till the end. My life is not much but our life is what we fight for. Something within me is so strong, something I know of yet I shall not reveal, behind the sacred curtains of my heart, in my inner most place. I walk the earth among the beasts of the land, I know who I am, where I am from and where I am going. O brothers, friends of my childhood we should go, Let your hearts be strengthened and your legs stand firm for tonight we shall see the promise of the Lord and we shall testify for His Faithfulness! Tonight is when our people declare the Holiness of the Lord, Tonight is when He brings Salvation to His people. Let not your lives be more precious than those who we defend! Let it be taken if it pleases the Lord, tonight! Shout for the Lord, Shout for Gideon! Let the battle start and worry not for when it ends. Come and fight you beasts of unholiness, come up and reveal your deceit. Let your numbers do the math for you and trick you to your doom, for flesh is no stronger than the Spirit of Fire that we carry within! Let nightmares disturb your sleep and fear consume your wake. Armies were given to the hand of defeat and warriors to the hand of death, But the soldiers of the Lord were delivered and their tents were saved. Tonight is when all comes to pass, Tonight!

The Indomitable Autonomy

Persecuted and paralyzed they were. Feeble and frail in their own lands; like a chick, chilled to the marrow they screamed. Unshakable heart bounces at no angst creep. A lion retreats at the sound of a crow nor does he care to return the caw. Birds may fly as they wish but in the end they fall. Lions live forever. My words are like none ever written nor shall be found again, The wise shall not understand them, neither the witty will. Their riddles are of endless denotations yet ever twisting connotations meant to dazzle and puzzle all but for the few elect. I care for no one to know or understand yet I know there is One who does; and few others who do,but not yet.

In my lands there is freedom, there is might and there is pride. We have been given all from above, and none shall take it from us. I stood and fought on the hill tops and deep in the valleys. I lead men of great distress and hearts of bitterness. Wild dogs of war that bit the hands that fed them as well as the hand that bright the sticks and stones against them. I laid and slept on the rocks of the cliffs at the edges of the world where none survived, I found abundance in all. Who are you squeaking widow? and who are you breathless artemisian branch? You claim to heal but you do nothing but peculate, and from the innocent you retaliate. Away from me you doers of evil, curses is what you gained and sickness is what have yield. My land gives no spoil, nor my borders leave its goodness for the storm. Milk and honey turn to poison and venom. The Thorns are abundant for those who walk into my territory, and all those who dares, I defeat with my Ever burning Horn, My Horn of Salvation, Burns His anger against my enemies and Rests He not until He avenges me, You have tasted the poison and yet you did not quit, you have seen the signs and yet you did not retreat. And now His Justice shall come down on you and His angel shall Establish his feet in your cave, his sword is against you until The Lord brings me back what you have stolen and retrieve what belongs to me. Until that day you shall not understand for wisdom have been kept from your eyes for the day of judgment. On that day I shall watch the Vengeance my Lord shall bring. And I will rejoice for my Father sleeps not, He is in the Lines of His Army. On that day I shall Shout His name with joy and my voice shall shake the foundations of the strongholds of all. That everyone shall know that Lord is God and before Him stands no one, no one dares.

Uncovering Machination

We walked into their lands, with birds of peace flying over our heads. Branches of olives, bread and wine. Music playing cheerfully, singers singing and the kids are playing. Neighbors and friends we called them, brothers. Lets dwell together, let's coexist and unite. We opened our arms open wide, we drew a big smile on our faces, presented our best gifts. But..

A dagger for a gift, a scorpion for a bird, a sword for an olive branch.

O you treacherous waters, you deceptive ivy! You lift up your stature leaning on the mighty and proclaim glory for your twisted ways! O ivy of gloom and mugginess. Green yet sickens him who rests underneath your shadows. Your stink have reached your neighbors and your notoriety have been fixed to your roots.

The Eyes of the Lord is upon the actions of man, He judges, and avenges. We lift our cause to Him, and in His courts we await justice. Surely He will deliver us and swiftly.

Diaries of an old Lion

Space, black and endless. Ever stretching through time. I was there floating and rolling into nowhere. Through time, I was there.. wondering, what is time? Life is just a moment, an instance. The past is no more and the future is just a picture painted with hope and fears. Turbid space, slow and honey. Blue and black. Hated before I was introduced and betrayed after giving all. A fruit, picked up, bitten, enjoyed and long forgotten. Trampled and cursed, though all I brought was a blessing. I was found, where nobody cared to look, rescued where no one dared to go, redeemed while every one awaited my judgment days. Didn't feel I belonged anywhere I have been. Air is not my medium, nor water nor fire or soil. Burnt, buried, drowned and blown away even though, I know where I belong; In a realm of overwhelming invisible reality. I found a gate, I was called through. I found warmth where it was freezing all around, strength when everything fell apart. Light came upon me, my feet never failed me, I stumble but I don't fall, and if ever I fell, I was up again and running. Years passed now and I have dwelt there, days and nights, till I myself turned to be transparent. Eyes can easily see through me, yet no mind can understand me. I oppose no one by force, but in the strength of my will I turn realities around. Miracles happen around me even if didn't even ask. I wish it was me, but it's not.

I have been glorified for the Name of the One I follow, and Him who I worship. He made a fence around me, made my enemies His, and my challenges as His own. Never did He leave me nor forsake me. He found me, abandoned by all, forsaken and wanted dead. Out of the hands of the strong He snatched me, spared my life and ransomed me, protected me with His Shield and His mighty sword. Even since I was a child, and an unborn. Under a victorious banner, I was raised, tough and strong yet my heart carries the memories. I smile when I listen to music or when I watch the clouds. I know how much life is beautiful for I tasted the bitterness of death. As careless as a lion could be among the harmless herd I am. If it wasn't for God, I wouldn't have survived so far, and now I have grown up to be a fearless lion. Old, yet always ready for war. Scars of my past are nothing but my Medals of Honor, Memoirs of Valor and a constant reminder of my Lord's extraordinary battle for my existence. As a warrior and King, He is my Crown and in Him is all my honor and kingdom. My Rock Shield and sword! My Lord

Alive

In a foreign land I called, out of a rolling machinery I rose seeking a light, and a breath of fresh air. I walked thousand of miles, ran, fell, climbed and coiled down in a corner. Tonight if I die, pain will stop. But I know it wont happen, not tonight. For out of the mud I came to be, by the Word and the breath of the Lord. Brought me life, for a reason and a purpose. With the freedom, I choose to accept and seek knowing that I will reach all that I came here for. Believing in the One who called me to life. Though my body screams in pain, my heart beats off rhythm, my bones ache and crush, though my muscles burn and my skin dries, though my breath fades and my sight dims; Within my spirit there lies a treasure of non failing energy and strength, might and power exceeding my limits. All I need, I have and what I expect, I will get. For I never desired nor wanted, not even the life. But I was given this life and this time by the grace and Love of the One, even when I failed, He made me a way through death. The Lord is a God of the living, and I am one. Alive

Will?

Sometimes when the clock ticks, hope seems less real. more stress, more doubt, will the hero make it and save the world disarming the bomb? Will he stop this never ending countdown. Clocks don't count the time of the future, they take the present to the past. Something in me tells me I will make it, inspite of all the odds and challenges. Time is my deadliest enemy, yet I know that I will conquor it, not because I can, but because my Lord can!

Tired

Legs running a sequence of never ending steps in this endless race, Heart beats out the heart, mind so dim, breath so thirsty, blinding bouncing. Days and nights I still my life. No peace for the living, everything seem to be the face cover of my enemy, everything turns out to be his mask. he has made all things around me to be weapons for my destruction, people, things, animals and even words and jokes.

I fell a thousand times, yet I get up, though I want to give up, something in me tells me to try again. Something in me wants me to press on, each step I take is a battle in itself, every heartbeat is another war. Where do I get the strength? Where do I get the Hope? Where does my help come from?? Is it not the Lord, my soul? Is it not Him who lifts me up? Is it not He who brought me out of Egypt, the land of slavery? And yet it will be Him who will bring me to His rest, it's He who will give me victory over His enemy, It's He who will give me this land.

Fail me not my heart, trust the Lord your God and persevere, for life and goodness is for you, gracefully given by your loving Father.

Help me O Lord, for body is fainting, yet my soul seeks to go on. Grab me by the hand and pull me out of this. Carry me for I am so weak, bring me to your rest and save me from the traps of my enemies. And You Lord will be praised in all the earth for You are Good, You only are God