What Is A Heart?

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

POETIC PRISONER

PREFACE: From Confession To Testimony

This poem is about a prisoner who's also a writer and poet, who has a pen pal which is a young woman he is writing to. His last letter is 2 things in one, first, a confession of what he's done wrong and the consequences of his suffering, thus, his need for mercy, forgiveness, and grace, and 2nd, the appreciation of his release from prison, but also with the change of heart to live worthily of his life's purpose in society, including his testimony of how he has been redeemed to a better, and more productive lifestyle.

All of this is in one letter, written in 2 parts, to his lady pen pal.

DEAR PEN PAL

I Saw It Too

I have been sentenced to a life in chains, with no hope of redemption,

And with only a shallow hope of recovery from a guilty conscience.

Having been put on the stands to defend my hopeless plea for a bale,

In which, I saw no promise of a win for my cause,

no mercy for my life's sake,
no grace or forgiveness from the hearts of those that I transgressed,
and no chance of an intercessor, but I, being my own intercessor.

My only destiny in these bonds - is to die in hopelessness.

Everyday, I awake from my sleep, only to see "vanity."

What is a family? have they not all forsaken me?

I can't convince my judge of a softer, shorter sentence,

Nor will she give me a little room for straightening my path.

My feet are worn, from pacing the prison grounds of manual labor,

My limbs are tired from heavy laboring, and yet...

The guards have increased the heaviness of the weight of chains around my neck.

The love of riches is vanity, and the root of all evil.

Likewise, the state of contentiousness in poverty, is also vanity.
Isn't it the Lord's will for me to prosper also, in His righteousness?
"To him who has nothing, even what he seems to have, will be taken away." - J.C.
..............................PART 2 (To My Pen Pal) cont -

My only hope was to begin with my own remorse,

my confession of sin,

my confession of willing to straighten my path to a road of redemption,

and me opening my heart to recieve forgiveness and grace from those I transgressed.

As a result of my change of mind, my conscience has become cleaner,
Ridding itself of guilt, slowly but surely.
I became righteous by faith, but not "self-righteous."
Having my heart opened to love those I've wronged,
And appreciating the joy and peace manifested in my own soul.
Above all, the faith started with the Almighty who inspired faith, and granted grace,
To all repentant sinners who have made this same confession.
I have gained been redeemed, and my conscience is now clear.
I am no longer the man I was, and in sincerity, I walk in faith.
It is yet becoming a tougher fight, day by day,
And I will continue to fight the tough fight of faith.
That is the price of faith in Him who is the 'God Of The Impossible."
To do great things, one must have faith in the God Of The Impossible.
TESTIMONY:
Dear FRIEND, ..
While I was yet a prisoner in chains, I was made free from within.

My old sentence of death from chains to the earth has been "voided."

My mind and soul is no longer, in the void of hopelessness.

The God Of The Impossible has freed me from sin and death.

MY RELEASE:
Dear SISTER,..
I have found peace.

They have released me from behind the steel, which I once was.

Yet, my release is not in vain, for I will prove it to be so by the life that I live.

This is indeed the result of having received grace.

STIVING FOR THE PRIZE:
Dear Lord,..
I thank you for my pen pal, who believed in me.

I thank you for the forgiveness of those I have done wrong.

I have truly made it my personal duty to return 101% favor of charity.

I am joyful in hope, patient in hard times, faithful in living, and

Prayerful when I have been transgressed.

My message to those who are held in bonds of guilt, and are still in chains,
is to deny yourself, forsake your old way of living in vain.
Believe in redemption, true redemption, believe in forgiveness, true forgiveness,
Open your heart to a conviction of true righteousness, and you'll find grace.
This is my testimony, this is my praise, and this is my song.

EMOTIONAL BEAUTY

The Memphis Queen

♥To my Memphis Queen:

You give me so much soul, so much rhythm, and so much class.
The greatest moments, and every one of them spent with you,
Out on the town, into the mainstream, where you are the "queen of things."
Just the 2 of us, singing softly in each other's ear, with the mellow jukebox.

You give me so much chemistry from a passionate kiss.

You fulfilled my hope, of a love life I missed.

Making a toast with wine, to celebrate good times,

And to celebrate our bond, and the others we dissed.

You give me so much soul, so much rhythm, and so much class.
The greatest moments, and every one of them spent with you,
Out on the town, into the mainstream, where you are the "queen of things."
Just the 2 of us, singing softly in each other's ear, with the mellow jukebox.

You make everything around me sweet and appreciative,

You're the essence of "livelihood," a contribute to the womanhood.

A woman of class, who don't need to ask, 'cause you know you're good.

A blessing to this brother-man, a gift to me - it's understood.

Just the 2 of us slow-dancing, feeling the sound of the mellow jukebox.
Keeping your shoulders close to mine, but now I wanna "rock!"
First, we did slow-dance, and now it's time to turn it up,
And show the crowd how we get down, Rock-N-Roll and burn-it-up.

Memphis is your town of glore, but

Elvis made it more 'galore.'

Sharing all my love with you,

Made it even that much more.

My lady, you are the one close to my heart,

With respect, you're held in highest regard.

You turned my life all-way round,

You're a priceless jewel I 'fortune-found.'

Into the mainstream, setting-it-off with the "Queen of things."
You give me so much soul, so much rhythm, and so much class.
Life has never been this sweet, with a woman of soul.
I got on the good-foot, got my act together, and played my 'cards' right.

My dear lady, Lady of Graceland, may I have this dance?
I have one question I have to ask you.
How was I able to notice your finely-shaped figure,
When all I did was behold the magic in your eyes? I adore them, too.

Life has never been to me, even to this day, until I loved you.

A woman of soul, of 'sass,' with 'spice,' and of class.

When I want intimacy, you give me ecstasy.

When I want a good time, you put the climax in mine.

Just the 2 of us, singing softly in each other's ear, with the mellow jukebox.
Into the mainstream, setting-it-off with the "Queen of things."First, we did slow-dance, and now it's time to turn it up,
And show the crowd how we get down, Rock-N-Roll and burn-it-up.

Memphis is your town of glore, but Elvis made it more 'galore.' Sharing all my love with you, Made it even that much more.

To my Memphis Queen:
Sincerely,

ONYX

DARK EMOTION

I AM A WOMAN'S

I am a woman's, determined to know how she sees.

Making an effort to think real deep, to pry open the stone,

Which holds her true feelings.

Who can read a woman's mind? only a lady's man.

MAKING A CHOICE

Many will suppose that love is an emotion, but all the more is a choice.

You must choose to love a woman, and she can choose to love you NOT.

The four-leaf clover is a superstition.

A good woman isn't superstitious, she knows when she loves someone.

There is no way to pull off the pedal of roses to win her.

You would gain more from a prize fight for her cause.

SHALLOW BEAUTY

Shallow beauty on the outside might look good, but the inside is what counts.

Not to be mistaken is her being the desire to the eye, but only to be loved.

A man who comes only to enjoy the riches and wealth of her worth,

Is no more than a thief in the night.

She belongs to the man of her predestined future.

I AM A WOMAN'S

Void of Pride, but full of grace toward her.

I am a woman's, determined to know how she sees.

Making an effort to think real deep, to pry open the stone,

Which holds her true feelings.

Who can read a woman's mind? only a lady's man.

I SEE CHRIST

I see Christ in her.

In essence, an untold virtue, but in reality, one which is and has been revealed.

Would a woman who gives me her bond, and honor I desire...

Be more to me than a Diva?

Her jewelery is labeled with a price, and these are:

her $royal diadem; her $silver ornament; and her $saphire stone

her diadem is her duty unto charity; her silver ornament is virtue with wisdom; and her sapphire stone is her faithfulness in all good things, and to myself.

And they all come with a price:

cost of diadem: $Don't betray her charity.
cost of silver ornament: $Don't despise her virtue and wisdom.
cost of sapphire: $Don't betray the trust she imparted unto you.

These are the treasures of a good woman, not the worldly diamonds,

They hold no value except for vanity.

RESPECT

I do respect her, I do caress her, and I do flourish her with compliments,

Telling her in detail how much she means to me.

With her comes her equal rights, the right to admonish me with the same passion.

Devotion to a woman is her unmeasured gift - her man, which nobody will take from her.

Sweetness and joy are not the material thing like the flower in a base,

For it will wither like the dead grass.

A GOOD WOMAN

A woman is like a pearl of great price, wanting to marry the man who will treasure her.

She's not into the suit-and-tie fad, and neither do polished shoes impress her.

She wants to see, in a man, the confidence of purpose, he's on the 'ball.'

At least that's what I think, because I am determined to read her mind.

A woman's deepest thoughts are delicate, but all too close to her heart.

Flower and Stone

Let's define the two.

What is a flower?

What is a stone?

They are determined by the mind, the most vital vehicle for a relationship.

The 'stone' is a woman's sincerity and gratitude.

The 'flower' is a woman's body. It rises on words, and falls likewise.

To all men, my instruction to you, season your words with salt. They are life.

And the life of your relationship.

COLOUR

When I see a woman's face, I see color, the omniscient brown skin tone.

Pleasant frankincense may come in another color,

Despite the color, the fragrance is still sweet.

Look not upon shallow things for truth, for they hold no truth.

Likewise, a woman's worth is more to me than omniscience.

TRUTH

Even with this, I am careful, and I season my words with salt.

Concluding this poem, I will close with the sweetest words:

I am a woman's, determined to know how she sees.
Making an effort to think real deep, to pry open the stone,
Which holds her true feelings.
Who can read a woman's mind? only a lady's man.
I have chosen to love you. Emotions will come and grow better with time.
Not to be mistaken is her being the desire to the eye, but only to be loved. You are the woman of my desire, and close to my heart.
You are my Diva and queen, and my love.
You are Christ's, and a priceless gift to me from Him.
Sweetness and joy are not the material thing like the flower in a base,
For it will wither like the dead grass.
I am a man with confidence of purpose
To all men, my instruction to you, season your words with salt. They are life.
And the life of your relationship.

ANGRY WINTER

The season was just returning to winter, and winter was mad, and even jealous because fall, summer and spring gloated when it was their time. One night, winter decided to take vengeance. Rain fell and the climate fell with it, thus, the harder the drops, the faster ice began to form on concrete. There wasn't even a warm blanket of mud. Fires sparked when thermometers broke into pieces as a result of the ice. And then I saw broken branches from trees that were fallen, fish themselves in the flood as the rain drops crashed to the ground, and as if nature had no control over her own body. Sculpted branches bent over helplessly, as the wind blew leaves off their stems. Lonely trees they were, as if they had no ancestors to bear with them through such brutal force, especially when the thunder violently shook the trees and their foundations. Then, I looked up into the fierce sky, and watched as the lightning began to get destructive, mercilessly ripping wires in half, dangling from telephone polls. Fear fell into the hearts of children who were cuddled and tucked away, and hiding up under their blankets, fearing the sound of the windows rumbling from the stalking wind. Moms and dads were sleeping in rooms next to their children while the night was entombed with silence. All the lights were off. All you could hear was the storm raging with wrath and beating on roof tops. Anyone who was stranded outside in the woods without any means of communication was in a death trap. I heard the sound of a cat in agony as waves from the floods stampeded the byways and the ditches.

It was about a half hour later after the storm, when everything stopped. I thought it was over. I was convinced in my mind that I could breathe again. It was the strangest pause I'd ever seen - no sign of wind, no swaying leaves, no sign of lightning, no rain, and the dark sky was seemingly clothing itself in royal navy blue colors. In the far west sphere of the sky, I could see white warm and cold clouds form as if airplanes left traces of smoke from the engines. "The smoke," I thought to myself, "it is the steam from the rage of mother nature's - Angry Winter!"

WHAT IS A HEART?

What is a heart?

This is a tricky question
Ask 2 people and they will answer it differently.
One will give it a good description,
The other one will give it a dishonorable one,
But will nevertheless be right.

I, however, will describe mine:

A device of good-will intent, a remorseful saint of other hearts I rent.
An engine re-fueled with good deeds well spent.
A child of correction who needs to repent.

A father desiring the children of wisdom.
A mother's care, who nurtures her kids.
A friend to strangers who've accepted me in.
A light to the blind, and their fountain of strength.

A device of good-will intent, a remorseful saint of other hearts I rent.
A savior redeemed by the Lamb's covenant,
A living epistle of mercies unended.
A home of welcome to newcomers from sin.

What is a heart?
This is a tricky question
I can answer this question myself, and only for myself.
I don't know what yours is, but I will describe mine.
Once again:

The epitome of true love, humbled by grace.
The victor of trials that brings laughter to face.
The "V" in the virtue, when loved-ones despise.
An owner of land, to reserve God my place.

A martyr for glory.
An everlasting story.
A forgiving charter.
A "passer-by's" harbor.

What is a heart?
This is a tricky question.
Perhaps, it is the flesh bearing the marks of its creator.
His inspiration inspired me, once again:

A plant rooted in immortal thought.
A seed planted in mortal ground.
A child raised in honor, of father and mother.
A treasure found, like brother to brother.

The poor - malnourished of "hate."
The rich - wealthy in compassion, with an empty plate.
The servant - worthy of his master's plan.
The drunken - full of his master's grace.

This is how I describe mine heart, but my savior exposes it by his true light.
I am a being striving for perfection. A soldier in prayer for Divine connections.
Treading through valleys of spiritual war, to reach the "Promised Land,"
Where no man has gone before.
This is my true story, and my song.

Ask another, and she may give you a description different from mine.
Hers may be, once again:

A heart is a deceptive device.
A deceitful teacher, who appears to be nice.
And generous in lies if you ask it twice.
A parachute that won't open, to save your life.

A heart is a seed, planted in bad soil.
A friend who'll leave you, in times of turmoil.
A light turned off.
A brother lost.

The heart is wicked, a befriender of fools.
The mechanic with good intentions, who lacks all his tools.
Takes pleasure in wrong.
A bomb with a fuse.

What is a heart?
This is a tricky question
I can answer this question myself, and only for myself.
I don't know what your heart is.
You, and you only, can answer this question yourself.

However, I will ask you this same question. What is your heart?
Will you say, perhaps: