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Its been a while. Times have changed. So have preferences. This is to inform all of you that I have moved my blogging to word press. https://anduvate.wordpress.com is where I am right now.
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Thursday 19 March 2015
Monday 2 February 2015
Love-casted Shadows...
In deed am wist of the beauty abounding in her lucid brown eyes,
Yet she is like the rains that reign to raise levels of water to floods,
Floods so devastating yet when they die away a land so green they leave,
An angel so gracious she can be yet she still befits a demon's description,
Every time she fights I get lost within the confines of her rage, a tigress she is,
When calm she calls for redemption as a new beauty takes effect on her.
Yet she is like the rains that reign to raise levels of water to floods,
Floods so devastating yet when they die away a land so green they leave,
An angel so gracious she can be yet she still befits a demon's description,
Every time she fights I get lost within the confines of her rage, a tigress she is,
When calm she calls for redemption as a new beauty takes effect on her.
She speaks in a mystic language, far too complex for my mind to flex
Its muscles to decode, starring deep when she is stirring a fire to burn this
Heart of mine, I fail to see the hell within her, instead I see a city of angels,
And that, through her wars and pain inflicting madness, brings me to this words,
She never looked nice, she looked like art. Art wasn't supposed to look nice,
It was supposed to make you feel something, that something from me is love.
Its muscles to decode, starring deep when she is stirring a fire to burn this
Heart of mine, I fail to see the hell within her, instead I see a city of angels,
And that, through her wars and pain inflicting madness, brings me to this words,
She never looked nice, she looked like art. Art wasn't supposed to look nice,
It was supposed to make you feel something, that something from me is love.
She has made a hobby out of flaws and mistakes-she inflicts deep pain to me,
For I asked her to paint my love, instead she spilled the paint on the canvas,
Consumed by rage I started to saunter away but then her tears caused me to turn back,
Yes, she spilled the paint but the canvas didnt portray a disastrous piece,
Instead it was an abstract portrait rich with pulcher, So I smiled and ran back,
And in her ears I whispered, 'your flaws make you beautiful.'
For I asked her to paint my love, instead she spilled the paint on the canvas,
Consumed by rage I started to saunter away but then her tears caused me to turn back,
Yes, she spilled the paint but the canvas didnt portray a disastrous piece,
Instead it was an abstract portrait rich with pulcher, So I smiled and ran back,
And in her ears I whispered, 'your flaws make you beautiful.'
(c)2015 Anduvate Ray Solomon
Thursday 4 December 2014
The Sin Within ..
As the good Lord finished entertaining me with dreams,
My dreary eyes popped open to the sight of this beast,
That best reminds me that my identity is fully written,
In the depths of darkness of sin where no soul dares go.
My dreary eyes popped open to the sight of this beast,
That best reminds me that my identity is fully written,
In the depths of darkness of sin where no soul dares go.
Only then does it dawn that my sanity thrives only
In the company of fallen souls where the stench of death abounds,
In the company of fallen souls where the stench of death abounds,
A warmness within only creeps in when corpses lay by my side
For the rivers I feed from source down right from the serpent's mouth.
This serpent separates and takes away my being from light,
Places me in total darkness yet in darkness its impossible to keep sins and secrets covered,
Places me in total darkness yet in darkness its impossible to keep sins and secrets covered,
Tied to my sins and tragedies I long for the one who saves and redeems
To redeem me from this haunted world and the solace I find in the warmth of caskets.
The savior, I was told, makes and brings life to dead men,
And for him I will hold on with these sins eating into my faith and breath
But in case he does not show tear this heart to pieces and feed it to the dogs
And for him I will hold on with these sins eating into my faith and breath
But in case he does not show tear this heart to pieces and feed it to the dogs
For the pain it brings and scars it inflicts are my trophies and medals of honor.
(c) Anduvate Ray Solomon
I do not own any rights to the photo used above. All credit of the same goes to http://wakingspirals.me/
I do not own any rights to the photo used above. All credit of the same goes to http://wakingspirals.me/
Tuesday 25 November 2014
Heaven Whispers ..
Her heart was custom made in heaven to be my gentle maiden here on earth,
Here on earth my soul and heart calculated not when or how fall,
But when I fell she quenched the thirst of my unending anthems of fallen days,
Her presence made dead men seize to sing tunes deep into my nights, yes,
And her touch silenced the symphonies of ghosts that tortured my morning,
Daily with her, I feel a certain peace escape from heaven and unto me falling,
The terror that always awaited in the solace of the night now finds no room,
When I look into her eyes, heaven whispers, 'this is your freedom from blackbirds'.
Here on earth my soul and heart calculated not when or how fall,
But when I fell she quenched the thirst of my unending anthems of fallen days,
Her presence made dead men seize to sing tunes deep into my nights, yes,
And her touch silenced the symphonies of ghosts that tortured my morning,
Daily with her, I feel a certain peace escape from heaven and unto me falling,
The terror that always awaited in the solace of the night now finds no room,
When I look into her eyes, heaven whispers, 'this is your freedom from blackbirds'.
Upon holding her close I know my missing rib has come back,
For in every beat my heart dares skip, hers beats to fill and complete the skipped beat,
The strength of gravity is outweighed daily when my soul ascends to meet hers,
She comes to me when the sun descends to meet the seas and I dare miss the scenery
Just to catch a glimpse of this masterpiece of nature taking on a path that leads to me,
For in every beat my heart dares skip, hers beats to fill and complete the skipped beat,
The strength of gravity is outweighed daily when my soul ascends to meet hers,
She comes to me when the sun descends to meet the seas and I dare miss the scenery
Just to catch a glimpse of this masterpiece of nature taking on a path that leads to me,
Before Eve, she was God's first thought, In His wisdom He withheld her creation for me,
A glance casted deep in her eyes give reason as to why God said all He created was wonderful,
Yes, I can hear heaven's whisper saying 'fear not, this love is yours.'
A glance casted deep in her eyes give reason as to why God said all He created was wonderful,
Yes, I can hear heaven's whisper saying 'fear not, this love is yours.'
As I lay my thoughts on her, a worship song arises from my the depths of my heart
For I see divine grace abounding the deepest of darkness- I melt,
So in the mercies of a stranger I lay this heart and it healed from all scars inflicted,
Convinced I am that a rose she is that grew on this grave and gave new life,
The possibility of life with her absence vapoured away when I dumped the ignorance of her existence,
She means everything, not a cloud up in the sky nor a shoulder to lean and cry on,
For I see divine grace abounding the deepest of darkness- I melt,
So in the mercies of a stranger I lay this heart and it healed from all scars inflicted,
Convinced I am that a rose she is that grew on this grave and gave new life,
The possibility of life with her absence vapoured away when I dumped the ignorance of her existence,
She means everything, not a cloud up in the sky nor a shoulder to lean and cry on,
Neither a star in the night nor a rainbow mediating the sun and the rain,
Glorious whispers from heaven say, 'let these symphonies of love caress your heart'.
Glorious whispers from heaven say, 'let these symphonies of love caress your heart'.
(c) Anduvate Ray Solomon
I do not own any rights to the photo used above
I do not own any rights to the photo used above
Tuesday 18 November 2014
It's Not Normal ..
The smooth jazz tunes that fool my feet to groove just faded,
Faded is the face of the moon shy of gracing the night, its glory ended,
Faded is the face of the moon shy of gracing the night, its glory ended,
Ended glory that flourished when her presence graced and made smiles
Out of faces that frowned, as she took to her horizon I lost my
Reason to smile, I cant stand and say that's normal.
Out of faces that frowned, as she took to her horizon I lost my
Reason to smile, I cant stand and say that's normal.
Almost convinced that if this heart bursts her face will be drawn,
Drawn I am to kiss towards the direction she walked in with deep affection,
Drawn I am to kiss towards the direction she walked in with deep affection,
affection that has me hoping and thinking she will be attracted back to me,
Back to me for mine eyes to see beauty in perfection and love to feel,
See all this is not normal, i may call it insanity.
Back to me for mine eyes to see beauty in perfection and love to feel,
See all this is not normal, i may call it insanity.
Everyday I see the horizon paint a picture of her, though its growing faint,
Faint is also this warmness on the soul she created in me that I faint,
Faint every time she whispers 'my love is yours for keeps', a smile it creates,
It creates a space for her in my heart, mind and soul. Its just insane.
It creates a space for her in my heart, mind and soul. Its just insane.
Even Tye Tribett asks 'what can I do', you tell me if its normal
(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon 2014
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Wednesday 12 November 2014
Life At The Cross ..
Bringing grace at the cross
Paints portraits deep gross,
Brings the smell of death close,
Brings the smell of death close,
Yet its redemption to man's soul
In humility &simplicity the oozing of His blood took away the complexity of sin,
Sin that got man so thin of righteous deeds to breed pretty ugly life scenes,
Scenes of a holy king upon a tree stripped of His glory for whoever believes,
Believes that love is far from a bed of pleasure but closer to the pain of the cross
Light so cleansing finally came
To restore & redeem man's name
And forever change his game
Saving him from eternal mayhem
That awaited eagerly down in hell
None can ever thank enough
The one savior and true King
Who now seats on the true throne
Who now seats on the true throne
(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon
2014
2014
Monday 3 November 2014
Cherish Insanity...
In the depths of solitariness,
I lock claws with my own insanity,
And that brings my existence to certainty.
I lock claws with my own insanity,
And that brings my existence to certainty.
When they hurled how much she was likely to fail,
Her insanity broke in, built a city behind what she had brought down-hell,
A picture painted perfect of power built within insanity, it never wilts hence cherish.
Her insanity broke in, built a city behind what she had brought down-hell,
A picture painted perfect of power built within insanity, it never wilts hence cherish.
Angels remain at the feet of God for they cherished the insanity of worship,
Demons demonstrate destructive dominion over man as they cherished the insanity of darkness,
And here you are reading this for I cherished the insanity of writing, insanity is yours to cherish.
Demons demonstrate destructive dominion over man as they cherished the insanity of darkness,
And here you are reading this for I cherished the insanity of writing, insanity is yours to cherish.
(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon
2014
2014
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