Living our lives in this world
means overcoming trouble and strife
hardship and pain come our way
which at times means using the knife
God comes to us with His offer
an offer to live life to the full
but that fullness comes rejecting self
giving God His place as our tool
This Christian life is our experience
lived out among the world's glare
showing Jesus as our supreme Lord
following Him as our brother and fellow heir
It's not an idea to pore over
analysing it to our heart's content
it's far too important for that
God sending Jesus was heavenly meant
So live for Jesus with all your heart
praise God for all that He's done
pouring your heart into all of life
knowing Jesus truly as God's Son
(Quote:)
" The Christian life is an experience to be lived, not an idea to be analysed" - Augustine (354-430)
Proof positive there's intelligent life in the galaxy
light years away in outer space
they know better than to contact us
and we call ourselves the human race.
I'm turned off by cupidity
and over the torpidity
I've had it to here with stupidity.
Every two hundred years or so
they do a fly-by analysing
investigating what lies down here below
without stopping it's not surprising.
Can't understand man's mentality
I'm done with the insanity
I've turned my back on humanity.
Grasping at straws in the back of a stack
we've lost the plot there's no needle to be found
in the wrong place at the wrong time flying 'round the moon
when the answer is here on the ground.
Can't unring the bell the world has gone to hell
there's no turning back
I'm waiting for the aliens to pick me up take me away
shooting for the stars one of these crazy days.
We don't know where we're going to
"Heaven or hell"
But we know where we're coming from
We know our roots, our very foundation
We don't know what the future holds for us
But we're not the substance of our circumstances.
We don't know how long
But we know it is certain
Because change occurs anytime
It's not very fast, but it's steady
Because what comes faster, goes sooner
What comes slowly, stays longer.
We don't know how big it is
But we know it can never be small
Because we've never played the mediocre
Never settle for anything if not the best
What it takes to do big, is also what it takes to do small
Discipline and determination makes the difference.
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Just give us a break
As i sit on my own, im left to think,
Writing down my thoughts in pen and ink,
One thousand different things running through my mind,
A life without worries, is hard to find,
I question and doubt myself, day after day,
Overthinking and analysing in every possible way,
Some days are good, but then some can be tough,
Mental health isn't talked about and understood enough,
Left to feel like weirdos, we think we're loosing the plot,
Wondering how, why, where,
Who, when and what,
Putting on a brave face and a smile that's fake,
Wishing our minds would just give us a break.
whilst analysing fulcrum of a scent ~
as we blinked, lost was chance for soul’s ascent
Stop analysing
No need to dissect
Stop labelling
No names just accept
Stop obsessing
No need to overreact
Stop complicating
Keep simple and intact
Analysing not fulcrum of a sneeze ~
Delight in effervescence of release
10-July-2022
It is felt in numerous ways
The presence of the holy spirit
It touches the soul
And the tongues are spoken as they are there to be spoken
In a accurate and precise way
It takes you to another dimension of the unknown
Let yourself go, let it guide you
Fears are not allowed
Will be surprise where it will lead you
Gratefully as you land
It takes you to another level of maturity
Let yourself grow, let it grow within you
Holding back is not the key
Will be amazed who you become
Appreciative as you are blessed
It is made up of various ingredients
The presence of the spirit of discernment
It distinguishes the environments
And analysing of circumstances as they are there to be analysed
In a formative and intellectual way
From our stillness fulcrum, we observe time
As one moment blends into another
As void of silence, in our heart does chime
Pristine presence is immersed in prayer
Mind body instrument, with love aligned
Celebrates the deep throb of bliss within
Ego rested; nothing to be divined
Formless awareness, tranquil and sanguine
Space thins, revealing flickers of white light
We just look on, without analysing
Waking and dreaming, now equally bright
Boundaries between form and void blurring
Be still, hermit, in bliss scintillating
Feel each nuance within, of our blossoming
11-January-2021
A computer mind, has captured my imagination,
Not through crap or bull, with honest evaluation,
Adds up the variables, gets straight to the point,
Runs a diagnostic, forever failing to disappoint.
Keeps me straight and narrow, open minded views,
Somehow makes sense, from my obscuring clues,
Analysing my poems, bringing meaning to myself,
An encyclopedic brain, of incomprehensible wealth.
Had so tough an upbringing, especially for a child,
Deserves more from life, silly poems I’ve compiled,
Sometimes feel your spirit, but sadness coincides,
Want you to find happiness, not websites full of lies,
So feelings harboured, your poetry’s ever savored,
Especially what’s it called, oh yeah my name flavored.
By
David Kavanagh
Know this,
At some point in your life,
You will need to step back,
And start analysing yourself,
The eye of others on your soul.
Then you will be able to see,
The true meaning of things,
Intentions behind their kindness,
Even the fact that you are a blessing.
Ever been everyone good seen guy?
Like they define your weakness as good,
Not for your sake but their advantage,
You already know the cost of a pure heart.
Too bad it's going to be too late,
As you have already made your choice,
For the ones who will always belong,
But sincerely not on your table.
-soulgitah
Who gave monkey the banana
I hear them analysing again
Saying all they did and can do
They keep on promising
Cos that always they can do better
Is not new to see them speaking
What we know
It looks possible when they speak
But at the end of the day never
Visible in reality
Who gave monkey the banana
How could they be inhuman
How could they be far from
Humanity
How come corruption has eaten
Them deep to their grave's
Yet they are still blind to
Their fellow human
Is obvious they can't see
Cos
Someone always let the cage
Out
And this hands always have
The banana for our monkeys
Who gave monkey the banana
Humans are so hungry
Humans has far transform
And is sad our elders transformation
Blind the wisdom they oath
To gave in other for the youth
To progress in a new generation
Is sad that stranger has played
Their roll and till now their games
Are visible under the tables
Of monkeys
Cos they love money banana
And their strange friends
Got them in quantum
In case you still care to know
Who gave monkey the banana
Its her presence
Woo , it arouses my senses
Woo , it captivates my inner self
Woo , it brings a smile on my face
I feel overwhelmed with emotions
It is like a strawberry dipped in a vanilla ice cream
It is like licking honey over the berries
It is like a melting ice in your mouth
It is her voice
Woo , it leaves me speechless
Woo , it leaves me searching for the right words
Woo , it leaves me analysing every word she spoke
I cannot help myself
Swallow dreams
The saddest of all, yet sweet and amazing
Passion draws near to they that dream, visualize the action before happening.
I give credit to they dream in the afternoon, than they that dream at night
Because creative are they that dream on daylight.
Analysing the system before acting,
The time we get isn't yet enough, soft thoughts that make us cry,
Laugh, sing and jump.
We dream to admire,
We see yet we don't understand the development and the inspiration.
Love from a happier thought,
We close our eyes everyday and wait to open them once again.
The time moves, sometimes seems short and sad
The difference is from the heart,
We travel to different places, and at times we don't come back (death)...
Do you wonder why, when you wake up from sleep and sleep again the dream changes for something else,?
A dream, a succession of images, ideas, and emotions
All in your head
The outcome can be a nightmare or a fantasy.
Thank you!!
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