Thought For The Day

The finish line is the focus, yet starring well is important but in between the two is the determiner.

Your birth and death pays not attention to you, but the life you live and lead you are responsible for.

…..Saint Wryght…..

IN MY BRAIN

…..Saint Wryght…..

Words, rushing across my brain

Oh No? My main vein

I cannot contain

The strain

The pain

 

Like rain

Pouring heavily on me, no restrain

My strength wain

No gain

Not again

 

This sin stain

Repeating itself, a refrain

With load on rails like a train

Getting me insane

While I’m sane

 

Now they run away

All the words now stray

Then I try to pray

With not one to say

 

Lord!

Lead my way

YOU ARE YOU

You Are my Speech Word

 

From cradle have words been mine

With words have I defined,

Described and refined

Creations from time

 

Words have I spoken

Words have I woven

Words have I molded

And Words have I eaten

 

Words so sweet have come to me

Words pleasant have come to me

Words of filth have come to me

Words so vulgar have come to me

 

Of the good have I spoken

And of the bad I have spoken

Of the strong have I spoken

And of the weak I have spoken

 

Yet

Face to face with you

I find not a word for you

And in description too

There’s none except you

 

Words and words have come to me

From distances far as can be

And near as can see

In my poetry and my story

 

With words

I enslaved and unleashed

Minds in my preach

Traveled and reached

Worlds beyond reach

 

Words have I molded

To create worlds founded

On great and perfect minded

Imaginations of life well defended

 

But,

In your presence

I stand dump

With wordless words

I mumble and fumble

 

From words have I molded,

Like a smith.

Weapons of war and peace

At my wordsmith shop

 

From words

I have fought battles

And waged wars of brutalities

And in same made peace

 

In my words-world

Crowns, swords and shields

Do me bow in escape of a crash

Their absolute annihilation

 

But

In stands before you

I am empty

That I find none in me to describe.

None to define you

 

Words have I used

To re-paint pictures refused

That they were no more abused

But by same, re-used

 

In sight

You’re least for description

Yet you choke me in spirit

That I suffocate in speech

For your definition

 

Your beauty’s art

Radiates to pierce my heart

At the central part

Bull’s eye! Like a dart

 

You are my word

That which I search

The definition speech

That which is unfound

 

You are you

…..SaintWryght…..

Thought For The Day

The longer it takes to break is a measure for it’s construction and repair.
…SaintWryght…

MY WRITE

I write!

As I write my write

When I don’t even know what I write

And never wonder what I write

Yet, I write

 

I write!

And I write not because I am right

Or I am wrong or far from right

Not because I’m smart or bright

I just write

 

I write!

I write not only of the good and right

But of the wrong also, i write

That the wrongs shall be rewritten to right

So, I write

 

I write!

I write of the same plight

For which the warriors fight

And the weak fear even in light

Yes, I write

 

I write!

I write of the bright day sun light;

And also of the moon light

That governs the night

Again, I write

 

I write!

Yes, I write

Not because I love to write

But because I must write

So, I write

 

I write!

And I write not because I am paid to write

But to avoid a fight

That may cost me my sight

So, I write

 

I write!

Of the Genesis I write

And of the Exodus I write

Of this Testament I write

As of the Revelation I would write

That I may continually write

To glorify Him, the eternal light

Always I write