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The serengeti sleeps
harmony between predator and prey
except for the night prowlers, maw open
tip toeing through darkness
unseen, unheard, unknown
by the sleeping serengeti
-cocoatea.poetry
10.2.25
Fruitfully forward
Forward, fruitfully
No fruit flies, freezer burn and fallout
No philanderers, frostbite and fleas
just...
Fruitfully forward and hopefully,
Forward...fruitfully
- cocoaTea.poetry
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There is a resilient pain
like a thread running through men
I stretch my muscles but its a cramp lodged in an organ somewhere out of reach
out of sight, never out of mind
Paul penned it best when he said we are most wretched indeed
there is a deep misery in this mortality
Who can deliver us from this flesh of death?
Who can bring this pain, this pain? this special pain!
Who can assuage it? Who can heal it?
Where can I go to get rid of it?
The only way to get over is to go through
words I've lived by
I like a lamb for the slaughter, daily dying, I surrender
This cross and its afflictions are our daily delight
Our daily bread, our normal life
There are no other duties on this narrow path
It is rife with sufferings and squeezing-s
Divesting and being divested
Stripped, stretched and transformed from the inside out
Who can switch off this pain response?
Who can tell my soul to breathe and my body to rest?
There is a weight inside me, like millstone around my inner neck
Drawing me down, deep into the darkness
I claw and I fight the heaviness, it smothers and stifles me
I don't want to go quietly into the night, down into the cold
I fear I'll never rise again
The only hope I have is Him who appears to all men
The Sun of Righteousness, bringing healing in His rising rays
I yearn for the warmth and succor
I just, dunno yes
I just tyad...
My head and heart hurts and I'm confused
My will fighting against the supreme will?
Laughable at best, and absolutely pitiable.
So abandon fleshy hope all ye who enter
This is no palm Sunday prance but a funeral march
A narrow squeeze, a spelunking of sorts to Calvary's cross
Where the whispers of sufferings are lost in the furor of forgiveness
So like Him, I lay my mortal coil down
And in the sea of the father's grace I drown.
-cocoa.tea poetry
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- cocoaTea.poetry
I threw away all of my poems,
from times and circumstances passed and past.
I threw away all of my poems,
for I thought those days could never last.
I threw away all of my poems,
I thought that it was the right thing to do.
Now I keep all of my poems
well written prose and corny clichés alike
Now I keep all of my poems
through them, to inner me
they shine a light.
This thing lives in my chest
It stifles and strangles me, wheezing tight sips of blessed breath
between gnashing teeth and a clench-locked jaw
I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to die
I want to say all the pretty words
I want to sing pretty melodies
with crafty, competent accompaniment
But this thing lives in my chest, rent free
No taxes, no overhead, no HOA, no finders fee
Through tight thoughts and scrunched foreheads,
throbbing veins and squinting eyes
I want to scream, I want to cry
This thing bubbling over
a roiling boil, yet it never rises to the top
Oh, let the mercies of God keep me.
- cocoaTea.poetry
I am NOTHING
in light of His everything-ness
I WEEP
He is too much, I am undone
I EXIST
by the providence and plan of a Divine One
To be colloquial,
I eh able nah
When I think about the vastness of my God
I exist, yet I am nothing, I weep for He is soo much.
God is so magnanimous with His magnificence,
So ambidextrous with with His authority
He can both utterly humble you, while lifting you up!
Light, oh how it dances and plays,
With every color and every ray,
It illuminates the world around,
And in its presence, all is found.
It brings warmth to the coldest nights,
And banishes darkness with its might,
It shines on every living thing,
And gives new life to everything.
Light fills our hearts with hope and joy,
And helps us see the world's employ,
It brightens up the dullest day,
And shows us how to find our way.
So let us cherish this gift of light,
And bask in its glow with all our might,
For in its radiance, we are blessed,
And with its guidance, we are impressed.
-cocoaTea.poetry
Jesus, love divine and true,
From heaven above, sent for me and you.
He gave his life to show us the way,
And love that never fades away.
In grace and mercy, he bled and died,
For all our sins he was crucified.
But death could not keep him in the grave,
For on the third day, he rose to save.
With arms wide open, he welcomes all,
No matter how big or small.
His love is endless, his grace abounds,
In him, true joy and peace is found.
Oh Jesus, love beyond compare,
May we always know and declare,
Your love that never fails or ends,
And in your presence, our hearts mend.
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