Love. Years ago I had a dream,
In this dream,
I dreamt about life and love,
...
Trapped.
Fallen; Wedded
To sin that the first love
for Christ is lost.
...
Never thought I’d be thrown into the fire
But I have been put in brimstone fire
Because of 'my' desire
...
I face the door
Knowing that the One whom I adore
Will meet me at the door.
...
Would it be the most beautiful day?
How about the day
You were born?
...
you may
write me twisted lines!
paint me with every dirt!
throw dust in my eyes!
...
When I was an infant,
I spoke as an infant,
I reckoned as an infant;
when I became an adult,
...
Dear Mr. Resident,
How do you feel
When you walk the street?
Talk as masses weep?
...
I AM A BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN born and bred in Uganda, Africa. I appreciate good works that uplift the name of the Most High God. I believe in Jesus as the only way, truth and life. I believe in God the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. I believe in the virgin birth, ministry, death and resurrection as well as the return of Jesus Christ. In my works, though not mine I labour to represent HIM who gives me life daily. Hopefully when this life is over, I will live again but to worship Him forever; God in three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I stand against any form or manner of deviation from that which God the Almighty Creator has created us to be. I come againist drug abuse, sexual deviation; beastility, masturbation, samesex, pornography and others. I live a simple life trustng in God for all needs of my life and those around me. The lines or verses in here are but original save for where it is stated. I appear on the poemhunters.com because I have been called to share.)
Lost Dream
Love. Years ago I had a dream,
In this dream,
I dreamt about life and love,
I took it so serious.
Empty. Now, I sit to hunt my dream,
But nothing comes to mind.
My inspiration left me,
No passion left to find.
Cut. Blank pages stare back at me,
My treasured dream,
Seems to have gone:
No path,
No depth, No heights,
No widths…
No song, No words.
Tears. If I had tears,
I’d cry the loss of my dream
But the pain has eaten them all.
Vacuum. The dream has been taken
To a place that doesn’t exist,
Dream. But when I dream again,
The passion will be rekindled,
and will begin to flow,
The peace-divine will over-flood…