They say it's a blessing but who am I
THEY SAY IT'S A BLESSING BUT WHO AM I?
I was only 16 years old when I had my first daughter
And my parents named her "GRACE"
But I never saw it as a grace from God
Because what I did was a sin
I got fooled by material things
Which made me believe that true love is SEX
And at that time all I wanted was to be with him
So I had no choice than to give away my virginity
I became a teenage mother
Who made her own daughter suffer
By allowing her to grew up without knowing her father
And still you want me to call myself a believer
I know that the bible says"we are all equal"
But I don't see the equality between a believer and a sinner.
Why do I have to call myself a true believer,
While knowing that my lifestyle doesn'...
Eternal Law-suits
The fall within the inner world has begun: the Commissioner is somewhere in Reality and deliberately expelled in Nothing! A herd of elephants rattled over me while my heartbeat rushed my heart attack-infected dalia heart! I measured between crystal shards of rotatable curved mirrors; a fat tuber of pathetic, chewy meat - and somehow I started on the sure path of burnout!
The glowing accusation of the solar systems looked back at me. In my judgment examiner, my heartbeat rumbled in the corners of my eyes, I played music star stars, and my two tearful tears would have embraced the Savior. Because on the vigilant endeavor of days: Tightened between Death and Immortality, we hang on ropes and pillars - we look confidently with a pile of abyss shouting wolfish eyes! In the field of unquenchable seas, we are tossed ready for action and yet uncertain!
&...
I Will Create as I Speak
Abracadabra,
used to heal
Londoners saw,
the appeal
Doorways covered,
with the seal
Hebrew words,
holy spirit feel
create as i speak,
no misfortune,
will seek,
Abraxas stones,
protect, and keep
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
The FUTURE
A dark cold night
Whete the moon don't shine
A perfevid dream crept into my mind
And made my belief confined .
"A long lost World
Where humanity is seized
And blood got hurled .
No rain ever fall down .
Only pain hits the ground
But we never made any sound .
Our lives were ripped off
And breath Were seized.
Only thing which we can't found
Is LOVE AND PEACE
...Breathing halo
When once gifted with Immortality, the eternal human Spirit may have believed that the human Light, tensed in deer eyes and flaming in halo, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of a fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a thin nerve it gently rises and what remains is the birth of Immortality in Prometheus!
It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphanage: then he became my unquenchable, pure flame! My trickled panting head smelled like a pearl-like sweat like the flash of Damocles' blade; our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the restrained bondage of our bodies; we smuggle lively stuttering, complimenting words into each other's honeyed lips!
&nbs...
Modest
You are my strength
Mostly when life out breaks
Never fail to show some respect
Even I'm guilty and freak
You still remain by my side
After seeing me struggle and strive
Giving me some piece of advice
To conquer this filthy life
I am yours to command
And willing to give you a hand
Just make a demand
For you I will stand
...
The metaphor of screening
Every day I wake up as a stranger in the morning until I can get back to myself! The crease of my face: a hair-stricken, war map, an uninhabited oasis that lurks in Peace! My chubby, pathetic body is a crooked mirror of the functioning of my organs! They can hardly want to recognize me anymore - although I also think about hygiene with a razor blade every day! My existence radar, tormented in the rib-atrium of my chest, sends panting signs to the age of bean-busting Angels!
It would still be bold to say no to a stubborn Death, a cutting Judgment, if the transporting blood in my set of molecular cells were not tiring! - The far-reaching echo of my orbiting lunar loneliness transmits incessant signals, sends valuable messages: s The cheap rag of word-rags will be even truer and more honest! - The Presence that is constantly grieving is petrified in me; I cannot dare l...
WHAT COMES NEXT??
When all is said and done
What comes next?
When all is heard and understood
What speaks next?
When all is read and scripted
What educates us next?
When all that was lost is gained
What motivates us next?
What comes next after all?
After we marry the lover of our life
What bounds us next?
After the vow of our life is sealed
What lifts us next?
After our hope is realised
What teaches us next?
When all experience fails time after time
What comes next after all?
When our zealousness is tested
What follows us next?
When evil rampages the community
What good comes next?
When a world lost is forever forgotten
What minds us next?
When life is disrupted amongst ourselves
What comes next...
Frosty
Crunching on the grass
Frost has entered with,
a Universe pass
Winter is hitting fast
The frosty beauty,
at last
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Opportunity
How was it before? The budding scent-universe of roses chased him to Death: a petal-crushing allure, a flirtatious Reality that not even a fallen child-minded man can escape? Because love and forbidden Stars abraded in human hearts! The puzzle is ready! That's why he had to go to the depths of hell! The hungry and wild orgy of greedy cannibals is all to possess on this earth! Wounded Man do not sell yourself at any cost!
Whoever has just come to live and prosper in this region will be expelled from themselves, chased away immediately! The enviable evil itself lacks the human-building lava stone, and the nose of the uncontrollable Sisyphean stone rumbles equally out of the Redeemer. - A deliberate Hermit-Orpheus who has moved away from the world: he is afraid of you here - more laurel merits can hardly be created, because the deserved Success has become salable, ...