Poetry, Light, Darkness, & Sorrow

By Jesu Mills

Poetry, Light, Darkness and Sorrow in the world of the author; is a journal experience through the eyes of the author which was written as he went on a journey called life. Experience the moments of what the author has gone through from a young child towards adulthood. Mr. Mills wants to take his fellow readers to a world of how he gone through the darkest time but at the end of the tunnel he experiences the brightest side of life. As mature young man, he understands his purpose on earth spreading positive message throughout the world being a motivational speaker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496947963

Jesu Mills

Jesu is an already published author since the age of 14. His first book was written in the eyes of a young teen. Since he has gotten older, Jesu has evolved into an incredible young man; his vision for his future is to become a well renowned author across the world. Poetry: Light, Dark, and Sorrow is about the author and the things he experienced as he grew up. It gives a depiction of when he was happy, sad, depressed, in love, felt sorrow, and delt with pain. Jesu wanted a book that told his readers about who he is; he looked deep within himself so people who read his work could capture what he went through. He felt the only way he could do this was through poetry, it was the only way people could understand the essence of his life and could relate to who he is as a person. In this book he shares his own sadness, sorrow, happiness, success, and joy. When I think about his first book and compare it to this one, there are no true words to compare. Jesu has truly grown not only in his life but through his words. His dedication and hard work, shines and comes through each poem. Jesu is very proud of his achievements throughout his life and feels blessed to share his success of publishing his book with his readers.

Book preview

Vagrant

Everyday life consists of seeing actual facts, even if one is blind to meanings and definitions. The brain has not matured to operate at its full potential. Youngsters are being prepared for the world, following the same rules and regulations without knowing that they have the power to march alone. Many experience triggers for strong emotions, such as happiness, fear, and regret. Feeling strong emotions, I believe that I have control of my own life. Nobody rules me or controls me. Children develop along an invisible line that runs the same cycle into adulthood. As an adult, the emotion of fear can throw me off. Accomplish, illustrate, be gifted and talented. I don’t know what responsibility I have for myself. I am frightened because new talents are emerging; I am afraid that people will drift away from what is now old. Every day, a child is born, starting a new generation, which makes my generation old. I am a vagrant on a path to life, feeling vulnerable because of what I hold inside. Every day, I feel a little closer to being absent of self. There is no hope, which is difficult to understand. I had it all until it was gone; it was not all there. Fake friends by the dozens swarmed like a pack of bees fighting for the honey I provided; now, I’ve fallen from grace. When I asked for a helping hand, my friends dismissed me. I am nothing. The spark I had shining inside was not really there; the things that I had made up the halo around my crown. I grieved internally because nobody wanted to help me. I felt used and kept telling myself that I was not special. I won’t amount to anything, as I am just walking human flesh, strutting the earth without knowing the meaning of life. My worst regret? Having friends who were part of the wrong crowd. I was not able to tell the good from the bad.

No God

Who is God? Some ghost who is not really there? People believe that there is actual faith, peace, and joy. If so, then where is my joy? I still ache and have pain and agony when I think about where my existence is heading. Is the Almighty all so real? I plead for him to uplift me, but what is the point if I do not believe in faith? Without faith, there is no God.

Cold Moon

I fret in everyday life and get the blues because I don’t reach toward the surface. Stress is like the moon, orbiting around my world. I know that the moon is a cold, dry orb that is strewn with rocks and dust. I am the earth, the burning core to soar higher than high. Stress around me brings depression, obstacles, and loss of self-confidence. Standing on the moon is like standing on stress; the sky will always appear dark. An obstacle is a phase of a maze, testing the next level of life. The earth will always be the same in the sky; however, the phases of the earth will change. Obstacles throw me off, removing me from my comfort zone. There were things I liked, but a maze came in, eliminating my comfort. To reach the top, I start from the bottom, stretching for the goal. But during the climb, life knocks me down, changing the phase of my world. Depression is like a black rose, killing positive energy in my burning core. Depression around my crown makes me mourn over the death of my well-being. Negative thoughts come to mind: You will never be good enough. It rewinds like a videotape in my mental VCR, as I lose hope in myself and act like my own worst enemy. Once a traveler of great divides, I am now on an empty path toward life. Loss of confidence hovers over the essence of my beautiful rose. You are on a road alone; there is no helping hand as the truth unfolds. Losing the battle with myself resulted in a lack of courage to press on when an obstacle confronted me. What is the point of living if it entails failure? I am trapped in a black hole, ripped to shreds by misery and without hope or joy. I learn to depend on my heart instead of my mind, throwing away stress to gain the profits of climbing once again. Obstacles take away my comfort, putting me down at the bottom to experience something better than comfort. Instead of reaching for the stars, I reach to myself. The person looking back at me is the man who will take me far. This won’t be a full moon, this cold, dry orb that is strewn with rocks and dust. This is not going to be one of those nights.

Mimic

Giddy children see actual facts, counting ABC’s and 1, 2, 3’s in a sing-along song; being prepared for a world and for how they should be; and following the same rules and regulations without knowing the power they have.

In middle age, you start to believe that you have control of your own existence. Nobody rules you or controls you. Each child is born and develops along a visible line, running the same cycle into adulthood. You are just one ordinary person without a name among a large number of other people on this planet.

Adulthood: Welcome to being an adult and having the freedom to own all the material things you could not have as a child. You have a feeling that your work is not finished on this earth. Nobody knows you except for those in your town; however, when you see legendary people being worshiped, you now want to be like Jesus and have your own