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

A Sensible Reason for Worry?

One thing about the mind is that it hardly stops, if it does; life ends; biological and social functions dissolve into numbness, then man dies and his memory fades. I guess that's why there is what we call worry. Intensive thinking in an imaginary venture to save one's life or valuables. Some trust a Higher Power, some believe in luck, some wait for a coincident or even a happy accident. As for me I trust in God and I don't believe in coincidence nor luck. But as human as I am I still worry, and a lot. failures of the past scare me that the future would be just as bad, and so I waste my present thinking of the future. And since the future is just a thought and all we know about is a hint, that intensive thinking is nothing but a waste of energy on a coiling phrase.. "I don't want it to be as bad as yesterday.. I don't"

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

Muppet Show Mhanamanah

Addicting melody used to haunt my head since I was a kid! I love it!

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!