faces of love…

Marred visage! dismal looks,beauty turned patched like the arid sand dunes..
Such is the face of my love ,for she walked away into the thick dark woods of uncertainties and doubts
Unstable I feel as I try to mumble amidst the jumble of my crumbles
I search for “white-pure-waters” for to quench my test of love and hope
Too swiftly flown away like summer birds,like falcons to unattainable clouds
My love does not smile,smell nor feel…this numbness creeps over me as the cast shadows of Kilimanjaro
But I stoop to steer and fan ablaze this indescribable feeling
Though she walks away amidst depths of broken promises
Sad faces of love ,weak hands of hope,withered bones of faith,
Un able to weather these storms of pain and hurt
I look to you, my mirror of hope and grace,
Take away this picture of gloom and doom
Make me see the dusk again with hopes for a dawn So ahead…
Don’t go so far away from me….take me with you!

EJOHN’s thoughts..



As a car skids off its track,a moment of chaotic disorder…
Like wailing voices going away in the gusto and whirling of a tornado
Like a flooding,a cascade and angry waves at the shores of the pacific…
I drift away in a daydream upon lustful and literal concupiscence
I drift aloof,as one taken aback by the wiles and giles of that old serpent,dressed in scarlet,full of deceit!
A drift irresistible by my frailty but can be reSiSted by even simple acts of love unfeigned unto my maker
I am not ashamed to say aloud how much I drift daily and away from your love
Again as an eagle stirreth unto the heights
A snaKe gliddeth upon the rock and a lion roareth,intrepid at itS prey,so seek I to stay with thee…
Let me not lie with the drifterS and ”grifters”
Let my path be separated by my conduct
Let my soul drift away from evil choices unto the goodly and godly
That I may not have completEly drifted from thee…
Let me drift away until and unto eteRnal bliss at thy feet alone…
I drift!

EJOHN’s thoughts..


In the village of gandoki,flanking the swelling rivers of purity were woods thicker than the walls of jericho
As oft as sounded the gong of the king,so also whirled the trees..ears tingled and hearts failed!
It was in this hermit,in swaddling clothes
In a mane,owned by a farmer,a lad and a wife
That sounds of glad tidings emanated…His lyrics were not decipherable by evil ears and minds
Only those who had ernestly awaited this new Adam could enjoy the bliss of hiS news…
ThiS hermit hamlet had been held captive for years without visible hope
Now Adam is born and the world is not enough…
Watch out ,the story has just began…

EJOHN’s thoughts..