Us Human!

Each day I learn more about life in general.  How mischievous the human nature can be.  The potency of the wickedness is often indescribable.   I have learned that people can be that wicked too.  In seeking vengeance for no apparent wrong done to ‘em, human nature can chase after a drink of power in order to prove a point to whomever.

People can climb the tallest tree to deprive you an opportunity, they can chase after the moon, to block your light, they can dive deep down into the pit of hell to serve you a wicked spell.  I mean for real, human beings can be real mean.

Us human can be so desperate, we can forget destiny and embrace make-shift fate.  Yeh, so hungry to “win”, we can become foolishly blinded by our will, only to become a great “loser” in the end.

Why are we so conniving,  wicked, malicious and envious?  Why are we so down-right cold, that no body’s needs but ours matter?   Human beings will write your name huge, as if decked in apparels of graffiti, seemingly to create an unalterable impression from which one can never recover.  Human beings can blow up a  little flag into a ‘sky of nouvelle’ for they and the world’s media to devour.

Oh well, humanity absent of a level of divinity is a mess.  We really need Divinity to win this human race.  I pray, God help us – Human.

Hey Thirty

It’s thirty

and I’m thirsty

Spent so much of my energy

I’m happy

To have met thee

NaPoWriMo, ya gat me

But life goes on

Beyond your call

Now all I have to do is roll on

Keep writing Ceezy

Go beyond sweet thirty

Keep the juices

Flowing, freely

Write, create, think

No need to blink

This is your link

Write on, play on,

Create new things for

Everyone.

So Thirty, hey 30,

I appreciate thee

Thanks to all of you

Who walked from one to 2

All the way to 20

Clinging up till 30.

Stick with me,

Beyond my today’s thirty.

Hey Thirty…:)

Mr. & Mrs.Technology!

Hey Mr. Technology

what an analogy

you are a save-yor?

That’s what I hear

You save the music, 

you guard the classics

you save the files

from miles to miles

So tell me why now

I just don’t know how

So many folks say goodbye

As all these marriages die

Why can’t you save them

These holy emblems

Families are breaking

Man this is aching

Children are falling apart

Mr. Techie where is your heart?

Can’t you save them from the pain?

All these gadgets you pour like rain

Mr. Technology, you’re not

As great as you thought

Apparently your saving ability

Is limited to life’s gravity

So, Sir Technology

I know a Trinity

Which holds the power

Who’s a great lover

Saving souls from your devour

while you save, you ain’t no Savior

with all your techi -ness

families are depressed

Mr and Mrs. Technology

I am so sorry

But, I won’t trade faith

for your doomed fate.

 

 

Love

Today, at mass, the New Commandment spoke volumes, and Father deliberated on this matter. “Love your neighbor as yourself…”

From the homily, I got the following:

Love is not a talk,

Love is a doing

Love should guide our walk

it is always happening

Love your neighbor as yourself

But who is my neighbor?

Love can’t be placed on a shelf

Love involves hard labor

Love on earth is indeed

a deep heavenly fore-taste

Love is a verb; all deeds

Why time should we waste?

Your neighbor is your brother

This neighbor is that stranger

The person you would prefer

to wholeheartedly, totally ignore

Love this person like never before

love must never be hidden

love is kind, and patient for sure

Love, it must be given

To love is never easy

It is never a breeze

No Option; Love is never busy

Love will always put its bearer at ease.

Twenty-seven…

Twenty-seven days

Who would have thought

Ceez could have the ways

To keep NaPoWriMo hot?

Wow, I must say, 

I surprised myself 

For even today

My writing is like health

Keeping me alive

Mentally stimulated

Like a verbal hive

Dry-spell eliminated

Twenty-Seven,

aha just like a written heaven

Nothing complicated

Nothing Shakespeare -like

Moderately deliberated

Still I controlled this mic

Twenty-seven plus three

Pending, but definitely

Will come through, you’ll see

Since life, allows me! 

 

 

Death!

It horrifies when it occurs

but brings the unlikely together

Hurts to the core each time

Making life seem hopeless

then it treats you with a gift

Of seeing family and friends 

not seen for years.

Weird this occurrence

Creates an avenue for mixed emotions

A bitter sweet experience often exist

During the immediate dealings with it

Pull together, talk with the unheard

Hug those never embraced before

Smile, laugh, cry together

Weird this occurrence indeed!

It is a monster, like a thief devours

Yet opportunities come to being. 

Oh Death, where is your sting

Oh Grave where is your victory?

 

All them Als…

Inspirational, all the als in the world

Conversational, all peoples understand

Devotional, without which life is cold

Spiritual, always in high demand

 

Congregational, all sorts and beliefs

Controversial, religion and politics

Mystical, navigating these in relief

Observational, all five senses like critics

 

Cynical, who doesn’t be sometimes?

Environmental, living within the sphere

Intellectual, the power of mimes

Emotional, Heck why should I care?

 

Social, that is we in all humanity

Physical, Only natural that we are

Supernatural, oh, that we aim to be

Mental, aim to rise above this bar

 

All them als. unending tape

Als, must  live like verbs

All them als, none can escape

Als, them live like herbs