Glory – splendor, weight, magnificence, beauty

Blood and tears – her worst fears
Sun setting on a stormy eve
As she cradles a newborn son
Distraught, crying, she’s a dying one
Ichabod, his name shall be
For the glory hath departed from me
Tear-filled eyes twill never be dry
As she lets out a final cry
Ichabod – no glory – this heartbreak story
No glory, no glory, we strive yet no glory
For our complacence we are dispossessed
We strangers of the land we possessed
The high and mighty brought low
When we have no glory whence will we go?
The high priests thence be slaves
Whence they abandoned the Ancient of Days
No glory – riches become rags
Our muscles now sag
The young become faint
We grow weary – our visions grow quaint
The gold has tarnished – the silver is dull
What will wake us out this lull?
No wind, no breathe, no voice in the inner place
For the Almighty hath turned away his face!
Our bones grow cold, sitting alone
We build sepulchres out of stone
Bury ourselves inside somewhere we died
Don’t know where, when, or why
But the glory has departed
We are still en passant
The lofty and the brave
Now lie in their grave
Weak feeble men now stand fumbling
The great gifts and riches given to them
Ichabod – no glory, he bears the shame
Forever emblazoned in his name
Thou my child art condemned
To a life devoid of wealth and freedom
One day, thou wilt tell thy children
In my days, we lost the glory we were given
We who held the oracles of the Most High
Now reduced to ashes under a desert sky
Our nation’s powerful rise
Is suddenly crippled from all the lies
The glory which was, is no more
Our strong men have fallen in war
The leaves which were budding
Now shrivelling up to die
No swansong, no peak, no finish.
When the glory leaves, what will one do instead?
The dread in thy eyes, will to death rise
For nothing can the lack of glory suffice
No glory – we will but slowly die
Someone seize it ‘fore it passes us by

And the messenger answered and said, “Israel is fled before the Philistines, and there hath been also a great slaughter among the people, and thy two sons also, Hophni and Phinehas, are dead, and the ark of God is taken.”

And it came to pass, when he made mention of the ark of God, that he fell from off the seat backward by the side of the gate, and his neck brake, and he died: for he was an old man, and heavy. And he had judged Israel forty years.

And his daughter in law, Phinehas’ wife, was with child, near to be delivered: and when she heard the tidings that the ark of God was taken, and that her father in law and her husband were dead, she bowed herself and travailed; for her pains came upon her.

And about the time of her death the women that stood by her said unto her, “Fear not; for thou hast born a son.”

But she answered not, neither did she regard it. And she named the child Ichabod, saying, “The glory is departed from Israel:” (because the ark of God was taken, and because of her father in law and her husband). And she said, “The glory is departed from Israel: for the ark of God is taken.” (1 Samuel 4:17-22)

What is This?

One week I didst not care
One night and suddenly
I needeth thee like the air

Tis so unfair, princess fair
To have never seen
Yet be hung up on thy airs

Is this just desperation?
A predicament
Caused by my own inhibitions?

Is this all just myself infatuated
I could swear i’m not
But the jury the facts still collating

Agh! So this is what it feels like
To be separated by miles
And not know if they think alike

I never cared – not one bit
But somehow that all changed
In the end of a dream

Now I’m trying to find the switch
To turn off this habit
Anything, just give me the fix

So hung up on you
Trying to shut it out.
Don’t know if I can make it through

Story behind the poem:

Nothing much. Just back to writing after a bit of a break :)

This Battle is Real

This battlefield’s real

This pain that I feel

I ain’t bear them no ill

But the enemy wants to kill!

Ain’t never crossed at first

But they got my bloodthirst

Just sit and let ’em steal

Naw bruh, that ain’t in my will

Their goal is my mind

But that mind there is mine

Hit the bell up, next in line

It’s fighting time

We declared war

And it don’t stop cause

It’s life or death, sink or swim

Lose or win!

Got me up in flames

And nothing here is safe

Some days I’m just beaten down

Other days I’m swinging round

Few and far the days

When I lay that big bad giant on the ground

But I’m never ever gonna give in

Gonna keep at keeping at it till I win

No matter the cost no matter the loss

The victory will be worth all it costs!

The folks out there think I’m insane

And I’m starting to think the same!

Trying to live right by the Prince of life

In a earth that’s dark as night

They think I’m insurgent

I like to think I’m divergent

All I know is all I got

Ain’t nothing to what I find in God!

Like whoa – if I got eighty years

And I spend them all miserable here

All that matters is he says “Well done

My faithful and serving one!”

This here battle’s real

And one day forever win I will

So call me insane


But war is inhumane

Some never really live

Some get halfway fore they give

But I’m going all the way

Cause there’s a brighter day!

Living, breathing, feeling

This battle-fielding

Don’t know where, don’t know when

But I just know that I am going win


I had a nightmare tonite

Not the ones that wake you up in fright

But the ones that leave you anguished

When you awake because they finish

It was in a church hall

We’re all gathered there like times of ole’

I spot you standing on my right side

I look over, and you looked straight into my eyes

You smiled – like it was happening all over again

Fresh air fed my heart’s dying flame

As it ended, I remained where I stood

Just hoping come over you would, yes you would

In the corner of my eye

Sweeping in like that princess I was trying to find

Rich brown hair, eyes bright

Smiling like you’d never known the night

You stood in front of me in a dress of white

My heart took off soaring like a crazy kite

You wrapped your arms around me

Just freeze this moment here

Kiss on the cheek – prodigal’s come home

No more trudging on alone

We got in your car, and of we went

Driving over dirt trail’s in a wilderness that’s spent

All I remember, is telling you what I’ve always wanted to

That after all these years, I still love you

And whether or not you want to try again

All I want you to know is my promise hasn’t changed

Was it just me? Or where tears trickling down your cheek?

And I saw you for what you really were – floundering and weak

My heart broke as you told me your sins

And I told you again, I don’t care where you’ve been

All that matters is you’re back again

Just so glad you’re back again

The car stopped – you were sobbing against my shoulder

And I love you – is all I ever told her