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'.

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,

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.'

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,

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'.

(c) Anduvate Ray Solomon
I do not own any rights to the photo used above

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,

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.

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,

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.

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.

Even Tye Tribett asks 'what can I do', you tell me if its normal

(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon 2014

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Life At The Cross ..

Bringing  grace  at the   cross

Paints   portraits  deep   gross,
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

(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon
2014

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Cherish Insanity...

In the depths of solitariness,
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.

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.

(c)Anduvate Ray Solomon
2014

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the picture used above

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