Cesar:
Cesar has a very experienced
background in the spiritual world. He was brought up in a Christian family, but
branched out from that base as he got older, seeking answers about the world
around him, and the spiritual world around him. In his mid-twenties dramatic
events occurred in his life which challenged his very existence, but he learned
from these experienced and most of learned that how that life is not just in
our own hands. Now Cesar is a firm believer that everyone has their own path to
walk in life, and part of that walk is all about the choices that you make.
Some people choose a good life and some a wicked life, but most of us live the
life in the middle, influenced by the world around us and our own upbringing,
Cesar understands that life is simply not black and white.
Title: Prayers Poems Songs
Format: Print
Genre: Inspirational
Publisher: Self-Published
Released: April 13, 2012
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This collection of 250 poems was
written by Cesar during his late teens, and each piece of writing was originally
intended to remain as a personal record of his journey with God. Yet the
collection at some point became much more than mere thoughts about the world
and God; they developed into poems, lyrics and poetry on a full range of
subjects.Then the writing stopped and the pages of thought and devotion were lost to time, gaining nothing but dust in an attic. That is where Cesar found them thirteen years later, and he chose to publish them as a testament to the influences which once surrounded his life, and as a dedication to God for his faithfulness.
The book is also dotted with hand drawn sketches which adds an additional level to the book.
Excerpt:
Haunted shame, distant pain
Hidden deep, am I sane
Can I make them hands
stop
Fade away into the
shade
Softest of songs drift
above
Peace inside, peace
within
Mumblings made to
story tell
Drive this home, hope
you’re well
Flying away you look
down
Turn those hands and
see the dirt
Nothing washes,
nothing cleans
Burying deep my
drifted dreams
Build me a wall and make
it strong
So I can fall, trip,
trip and fall
Swimming no limbs,
flying no wings
Drift here to see my
drunken words
House washed away by
my broken tears
Soul taken by the
rising flood
To carry me home,
twisted fate
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