Friday, September 3, 2010
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Been going through a sort of tough time for the past 2 years. i will be posting some new material soon.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My last, My first
My last, my first…
Been reserved from the rest of the world,
An unchartered territory.
These walls I’ve built are tumbling down,
Brick by brick, delicately you demolish them,
You’ve opened me, threw a match that lit the fire in me
From the first painful sighs to the gradual pleasures.
My last, my first…
I’ve poured out my heart to you
Fully aware that I’ve made myself vulnerable.
But that’s the risk I’m willing to take
Cause I can’t shut my heart to the way that I’m feeling
From the first painful sighs to the gradual pleasures.
My last, my first…
Remained untouched until I was touched by you
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Been reserved from the rest of the world,
An unchartered territory.
These walls I’ve built are tumbling down,
Brick by brick, delicately you demolish them,
You’ve opened me, threw a match that lit the fire in me
From the first painful sighs to the gradual pleasures.
My last, my first…
I’ve poured out my heart to you
Fully aware that I’ve made myself vulnerable.
But that’s the risk I’m willing to take
Cause I can’t shut my heart to the way that I’m feeling
From the first painful sighs to the gradual pleasures.
My last, my first…
Remained untouched until I was touched by you
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Friday, December 12, 2008
Reserved just for you
There are emotions that have built up inside me.
Emotions that have been locked up in my heart for a long time
waiting for the key to unlock them.
You have that key but you don’t know it.
You have that key that would allow me to release
all of these emotions that have been burning intensely,
burning intensely just for you,
no one else but you.
I have reserved all of me you.
But before I let my physical desires for you show
and we become physically bonded,
you have to be patient with me.
I haven’t physically shown you these feelings
but I’ve shown you them with words from the heart.
Be patient.
That time will come.
Don’t feel insecure because I’ve held back for so long,
it’s just that I want our relationship to grow spiritually.
I care for you deeply, please understand that.
Remember, I’m saving myself for you,
remaining untouched
until I’m touched by you.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Emotions that have been locked up in my heart for a long time
waiting for the key to unlock them.
You have that key but you don’t know it.
You have that key that would allow me to release
all of these emotions that have been burning intensely,
burning intensely just for you,
no one else but you.
I have reserved all of me you.
But before I let my physical desires for you show
and we become physically bonded,
you have to be patient with me.
I haven’t physically shown you these feelings
but I’ve shown you them with words from the heart.
Be patient.
That time will come.
Don’t feel insecure because I’ve held back for so long,
it’s just that I want our relationship to grow spiritually.
I care for you deeply, please understand that.
Remember, I’m saving myself for you,
remaining untouched
until I’m touched by you.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Contradictory me
I have proven over and over again
that I am tougher than I seem.
Quality implicit.
I have endured the unbearable,
went through the unthinkable.
Quality implicit.
I have moved mountains
with faith as small as a mustard seed.
Quality implicit.
I have proven over and over again
that I am tougher than I seem.
But is this quality really implicit?
Is it implicit to me?
Despite my strength,
I did a self examination,
The results concluded:
My skeletal structure:
Brittle bones.
Ironically, my calcium intake
has been sufficient to avoid this.
On the surface everything’s intact,
But shattered on the inside…
Wait a minute;
“On the surface everything’s intact”?
How could everything be intact on the outside?
When it’s not on the inside?
There must be some sort of outward manifestation?
I know but I cover it up pretty well
when on the outer walls away from my private grounds.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
that I am tougher than I seem.
Quality implicit.
I have endured the unbearable,
went through the unthinkable.
Quality implicit.
I have moved mountains
with faith as small as a mustard seed.
Quality implicit.
I have proven over and over again
that I am tougher than I seem.
But is this quality really implicit?
Is it implicit to me?
Despite my strength,
I did a self examination,
The results concluded:
My skeletal structure:
Brittle bones.
Ironically, my calcium intake
has been sufficient to avoid this.
On the surface everything’s intact,
But shattered on the inside…
Wait a minute;
“On the surface everything’s intact”?
How could everything be intact on the outside?
When it’s not on the inside?
There must be some sort of outward manifestation?
I know but I cover it up pretty well
when on the outer walls away from my private grounds.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
4 walls
Gradually, these 4 walls keep closing in on me.
I’m trapped in this room with no windows and the door is bolted.
My heart pounds and I am confounded
by the sudden rush of emotions that engulf me all at once.
As these 4 walls continue to contract in this claustrophobic room,
I beat heavily on the bolted door with clenched fists.
No one hears me.
Deafening screams diffuse the room.
Still, I’m unheard.
Defeated and worn out by what seems like vain attempts,
I lie on the floor in solitude,
gazing intensely at this concrete ceiling
trying hard to create an illusion of blue skies and white clouds.
Silently, I cry myself into a peaceful slumber,
hoping that when I awake it will all be a dream.
Hours later, I awake and reality hits me
when I realize that I’ still enclosed by these 4 walls.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
I’m trapped in this room with no windows and the door is bolted.
My heart pounds and I am confounded
by the sudden rush of emotions that engulf me all at once.
As these 4 walls continue to contract in this claustrophobic room,
I beat heavily on the bolted door with clenched fists.
No one hears me.
Deafening screams diffuse the room.
Still, I’m unheard.
Defeated and worn out by what seems like vain attempts,
I lie on the floor in solitude,
gazing intensely at this concrete ceiling
trying hard to create an illusion of blue skies and white clouds.
Silently, I cry myself into a peaceful slumber,
hoping that when I awake it will all be a dream.
Hours later, I awake and reality hits me
when I realize that I’ still enclosed by these 4 walls.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Unspecified Symptom pt 2
Your soul keeps on drifting,
drifting further and further away from the Highest powers.
You become more intertwined with the world
and all its disordered desires.
Psychologically you’re unstable
and it manifests on your physical being.
You’re so tired of the fast life,
you want to slow down
but you keep overlooking the stop signs.
In you’re silent revelry, you want to escape,
you want to get out of this delightful misery.
Your will is strong but it is thwarted by some unknown power
that keeps you from reaching that place of tranquility.
It keeps you from surrendering your all to the Most High
because it knows by doing this
you’ll be free from its grip,
free from the confusion
and free from the world
and its disordered desires.
It knows that by you surrendering your all to the Most High,
you’ll no longer be living in the flesh but living in the spirit.
It knows that by you surrendering your all to the Most High,
that God will be in you and you in Him.
So it continues to threaten you
by taunting you then tempting you to tears which devour you.
It feels as though your spirit is dying slowly each day
as you drift further and further into the world
and all its disordered desires….
"I say . . . unto thee, that thou art Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my church…”
You claim of a succession of authority
passed down to the Bishop of Rome.
"I say . . . unto thee, that thou art Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my church…”
You claim that no human is infallible
and Christ alone is head of the church.
You reject the doctrine of Sola Scriptura
but believe in the Bible and tradition.
You accept that the Bible alone
is the source of God’s revelation.
To you, justification involves
being made righteous and holy.
To you, justification involves
faith only…
Too great to ignore,
are the differences between the two,
“The main trunk” and “the separated brethren.”
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
drifting further and further away from the Highest powers.
You become more intertwined with the world
and all its disordered desires.
Psychologically you’re unstable
and it manifests on your physical being.
You’re so tired of the fast life,
you want to slow down
but you keep overlooking the stop signs.
In you’re silent revelry, you want to escape,
you want to get out of this delightful misery.
Your will is strong but it is thwarted by some unknown power
that keeps you from reaching that place of tranquility.
It keeps you from surrendering your all to the Most High
because it knows by doing this
you’ll be free from its grip,
free from the confusion
and free from the world
and its disordered desires.
It knows that by you surrendering your all to the Most High,
you’ll no longer be living in the flesh but living in the spirit.
It knows that by you surrendering your all to the Most High,
that God will be in you and you in Him.
So it continues to threaten you
by taunting you then tempting you to tears which devour you.
It feels as though your spirit is dying slowly each day
as you drift further and further into the world
and all its disordered desires….
"I say . . . unto thee, that thou art Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my church…”
You claim of a succession of authority
passed down to the Bishop of Rome.
"I say . . . unto thee, that thou art Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my church…”
You claim that no human is infallible
and Christ alone is head of the church.
You reject the doctrine of Sola Scriptura
but believe in the Bible and tradition.
You accept that the Bible alone
is the source of God’s revelation.
To you, justification involves
being made righteous and holy.
To you, justification involves
faith only…
Too great to ignore,
are the differences between the two,
“The main trunk” and “the separated brethren.”
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Silk Cotton Tree
Under the silk cotton tree
Is where I find refuge
Refuge from being free.
Into the trunk,
Seven rooms are carved,
One above the other.
Inside resides the demon of death.
As if being held against my will,
I often find myself
under that silk cotton tree
sheltering from the rain.
As the rain subsides,
puddles of water collect in the forest floor.
Stagnant.
I stand still struggling
looking at my reflection in the muddy water
though still,
a distorted image reveals itself.
A constant distorted image I see
every time I shelter under the silk cotton tree.
Under the refuge of the silk cotton tree
I feel like a prisoner.
Under the silk cotton tree
Is where I find refuge
Refuge from being free.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
Is where I find refuge
Refuge from being free.
Into the trunk,
Seven rooms are carved,
One above the other.
Inside resides the demon of death.
As if being held against my will,
I often find myself
under that silk cotton tree
sheltering from the rain.
As the rain subsides,
puddles of water collect in the forest floor.
Stagnant.
I stand still struggling
looking at my reflection in the muddy water
though still,
a distorted image reveals itself.
A constant distorted image I see
every time I shelter under the silk cotton tree.
Under the refuge of the silk cotton tree
I feel like a prisoner.
Under the silk cotton tree
Is where I find refuge
Refuge from being free.
Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards
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