Wonderworld

My Son, the glory of my morning My darling, the strength of my breath Your cry impregnate my standing When you are worried I could barely breathe My baby king, the courage of my wind,  My sweet song, the tenacity of my gong That gave happiness to my voice to sing That made all feet to dance along  My crown, the abatement of my pain My Joy, the deadline of my shame.  Your smile shower increase to my gain Your wholeness proclaim my fame.  My son, I never cook with flames  That burns with my aims and claims Nor a mud pot that disclaims your name Never set aflame to claim your shame  I see your queen in garments of disguise That cages a heart to afterwards weep My being strive to realize her devices Of deceit from the kisses of her lips My cleverness challenged her craftiness  To spur with no breath to slur Her curdle breaks bones in rottenness  Her smiles, great pretense they pour Lis...

I search all through the summer For a golden fanciful flower All through the times All through the seasons My sweat crave for the story Of the Opening of my morning glory I scrubbed all hills and valleys Absconded from my luxuries and worries To only embrace a flower that crumbles Not, as its bud immensely stumbles But brilliantly shines at my side Radiating her beauty in her pride Finally, I made it to the gates Of my dream flower that awaits The arrival of her valiant King Pondering over her gorgeous Ring Unwittingly, she opened up her pathways For my hefty horse to ride to her doorways After my soul had cried and sweated That my feet was damped and depleted In the muds of the valleys, In cold Wind of the hills, After I heard, saw and conquered Oh mother, Your Nod I wondered Oh mother, you burned my flower All for your buds to matter You forgot my morning glory To make your daisy compulsory Oh mother, let me be With the little in your heartbeat...

I never knew my world is great Until I discovered that everything works for me I never knew that I am inherently great Until I slightly groaned and He decreed I never saw My Father’s mirror Beholding what he nurtures me for Until I accept his adoption as a son. I never understood until now, That his will is incomparable To my canal thoughts, I allowed To sink into my body, so incompatible Will I not leave my dirty clothes, open-hearted To embrace His golden embroidered garments? Will I not run like a chased chicken, Out of my covert of debarment That cages my world in its lusts To kneel at His feet like a child Submitting all my know-how and self-trust To His go-now and betrust, remarkably wild? Will I not admit that He is my all in all Raising hands and waiting for His blow? Will I not forget my hays over to His ways in all? Will I not throw all my thought to his flow? Will I not admit that he is  MY EVERYTHING ?