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Friday, 21 December 2012

Unstructured Thoughts: The Love Moment



Never written a tale of love...where forever and the present intercourse together in eternity.

 I feel it's something I've got to feel for forever before I write about it? But the problem is I feel that only in moments. That love feeling of eternity and powerful endlessness in that warm, very warm mushy feeling that makes your chest feel like a calm blue sea; powerful, capable of anything and wonderful...the best of God's creations. Love. I feel it in moments.


So I'm hesitant to write about it because they say it's forever. But I feel it in moments but it's still awesome! I breathe very deep in its scented whiff. Even more so 'cos I know its going to end, in the next second. I hold tighter, kiss harder, talk deeper, stare harder and imprint the Moment in Forever.

 In Moments.


When it's about to happen, it doesn't warn you. It's not exactly slow nor sudden. It eases into The Love Moment. But you've got to recognize it. You would be too busy blinded by the lust or blinded by the popular explanation of how love happens. Or caught by the intoxicating feeling of the honeymoon phase of meeting a person for the first time. You don't have to look too hard. Just ease onto it, soak in whatever is around you, be grateful for what is happening at the moment. Because it passes.


When it ends, I used to reel from the suddenness; wonder about the speed of change that can happen in a person. It was too hard, too sudden to understand. So I got bitter, lashed out, generalized. But I came to understand. We are Humans. There really wasn't any 'unique' 'special' 'different' 'knight in shining armour' human.Might as well look for air in physical form. I came to understand the Moment power of love, and accept it. I wish fervently for it when its over, of course. Noone wants a good thing to end. But I place more importance on being able to catch The Love Moment than wishing it lasted forever.

And the great thing about the Love Moment is that it can happen with anyone.  And I believe it's ultimately because of God who resides in each and every one of us, God being Love and Love being God. So you can catch that moment with anyone, connect with anyone for that moment on that lofty plane which is heaven. Our very own heaven on earth for the briefest, sweetest of seconds, minutes, hours, days, a week or whenever it decides to end. 

You've just got recognize it when it comes. And accept its end.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

The Jesus Fallacy






Jesus I stand opposite You
By You, near You, a hope to be You
Staring into your eyes which for some reason are still blue
Looking up to your haloed head which for some reason is still crowned by silky blonde hair
Jesus I stand opposite You
But my eyes are blind to You
All I see are the distortions of You

Jesus I stand opposite You, staring at your white hands outstretched to me
That’s how they painted them, always outstretched
I stare hard at those white fingers promising me Salvation
Extrication redemption liberation emancipation for all that I am and could be
Jesus I stand opposite You But I’m afraid of it
I’m afraid of You
And all that You promise I could do

For you see, Sweet Jesus, my mind is a maze of impossibilities
I don’t understand myself enough to trust myself
A piss painting, a collection of mud footprints all over my canvas
Sweet Jesus, this I understand
But you see, You I cannot understand
Jesus I stand opposite You
But I don’t understand You


Jesus Sweet Jesus your image scares me
You say You Love me and you’re my light
That warm refuge I can come to when all around me is coloured
With despair, repair my errs when all I dare lays me bare
And destitute, and scarred, a flailing body in a dead field
 I turn to You and You look…cold

No. Fiery hot. Whispering to me in a strange tongue
Your lips hiss threats of hell, an eternity of flames burning my hairs, my skin…
Leaving me to the mercies of an evil beast…as punishment…for my sins
A sentence of eternal damnation as punishment  
For the child You loved so much You bled for, was whipped for
Spat upon for, took nails in Your palms for, flesh torn apart for
Then died for…
Jesus, Sweet Jesus, I stand opposite You
But I don’t understand You
I don’t understand Your Love

Maybe I…maybe I got You all wrong
Maybe They painted You wrong
Maybe I was told the wrong tales growing up
Given the wrong interpretations, mixed with fabrications
To suit the intentions of people so selfish they would warp a child’s mind
Till that child becomes an adult whose thoughts aren’t really her thoughts ‘cos those thoughts are the thoughts of someone else who wants those thoughts to control her
Break her
Confuse her
Then kill her

Jesus Sweet Jesus, I stand opposite You
By You, near You, a hope to be You
But I don’t see You.