Father
You are always going
To be number 1
In my live
Also father I need you
Badly in my life
That is the whole truth
That is coming out
Of my mouth
Father don't bother calling me
A liar because that is not me
I am afraid that you are forgetting
Behold, we are God's children
All who believe in the risen Christ
can truly say with all their heart
trusting in the Lord Jesus in no small part
This Jesus is our Lord and Saviour
having taken our sins on Calvary's cross
dying the death as our Perfect sacrifice
so our souls are saved, never our loss
In heaven one day we will be made anew
that has not yet appeared, what that'll be
but God promises to bring this about
on that glorious day, this we will see
When Jesus appears, we shall be like Him
for our eyes will see Him, our great King
in His glory and majesty will be displayed
what a moment this indeed will bring
Behold, we are God's children now
this we know the Scriptures declare
we have this on His authority alone
for God has us in His constant care
Do you wake each morning with
‘Oh Yay…..another day’
OR
Mumble and complain
Thinking ‘ Here we go again’!
These flowers,
they talk to me.
They comfort me.
I’ve seen these trees,
I’ve seen these bushes,
I’ve seen these leaves,
I’ve seen all of it.
But these flowers,
they’re walking with me,
they’re following me.
They love me.
They remind me why I’m on this hike.
This is why.
I’ve been in unfortunate forests,
but this is all worth it.
They create this waterfall.
I don’t know how they did it,
but they handmade it.
They’ve been listening too.
I’ve been wishing to see a waterfall since hour three;
It’s hour six.
They’ve been listening,
they’ve been waking,
they’ve been talking,
they’ve been building.
All for me,
to make my hike
worthwhile…
You are my sanctuary in
human form-
an unwavering solace when
the world feels discordant
and too loud.
You possess a rare
luminosity, the kind of
empathy that doesn't just
sympathize,
but bears witness. You
metabolize my uncertainties
into courage, and transmute my
ordinary moments into something
incandescent.
In you I've found a steadfast
reciprocity :
a benevolent constancy
that asks for nothing, and
gives everything.
You are the gentle
interlocutor of my unspoken
thoughts,
the celebrant of my small,
improbable triumphs,
the quiet architect who
helped me rebuild when I
came undone.
With you, vulnerability isn't
a risk- it's a homecoming.
Your presence is a benediction.
Your loyalty, a masterpiece of
grace.
Thank you for being the
kind of friend who makes
my life feel more luminous,
more tenable, more beautiful.
I am profoundly grateful our
paths converged.
pink
girly
feminine
ribbons and lace
frills
blue
girly
she hates pink
wont wear a dress
choice
if you are weak and feel you cannot walk any further
I will be there to carry you
If you lose your sight and can no longer see
I will be your eyes
If you are ever lost and can not find your way
I will be your guide
If you are falling and need help to get back on your feet
I will support you.
If you are crying out in pain and need to talk
I will listen to you
If you are ever scared and you are in danger
I will rescue you
If you shout at me and push me away
I will always be there for you
If you are hungry and have nothing to eat
I will feed you
If you are ever in need and feel there is no way out
I will always answer your call
If you are near or far, just call my name and I will hear you
I am Always by your side never judging remember my name and call it out lord god help me
And I will be there because I have never left your side
Are we the right way up, are we upside down
Are we standing still are we spinning around
Are we back to front? Are we inside out? Are we walking in circles to find our way out
Are we fast asleep? Are we wide awake? Are we
Meant to be here, or were we a mistake?
Are we alive or are we dead? Are we listening to the voice that is talking in our head
Are we well, or are we sick? Are we all magicians, and our lives are just a trick
Are we all pawns in a game? Are we being used? Are we living a life we will eventually lose?
Are we real or are we just an illusion?
Are we able to make sense of our confusion?
Are we stuck in a box, are we looking for a door
Are we walking in both directions, not knowing what we are looking for
MEDIA ATTACK
COURT SAYS WHITE HOUSE LET THEM BACK
TRUMP REIGN STARTS TO CRACK
revenge is served cold
with malice in cold steel knife
beside three-pronged fork
hate needs patience to mature
like a ripe blue-vein Stilton
anger sets the feast
memory seasons each course
with bitter chilli
sprinkled to sharpen revenge
as hunger outwaits its prize
when the dish arrives
rust has reached the waiting knife
mould adorns the fork
the taste of blood turns bitter
in the gnash of grinding teeth
I recognise One God, our Father Eternal
I kneel before Him, I beleive He alone Created all things seen, and also invisible.'
I accept the; Blood of His Son Jesus
Christ, as the redeeming price for my
Sins,
I also rejoice in fellowship with His Holy
Spirit, whom i request to lead me evermore.'
I rise to a forgiven life, a life of power with
The ability to rebuke evil, and rich in the wisdom
Born of Love,
I will always proclaim the Blood of Christ' and support True Christianity, and its futherance, throughout all dimensions amen.'
sometimes it weighs me down
as if existence wishes me spent
useless and no longer essential
you walk through the door
and i have every reason
why my existence is animated
those dark eyes that hold another universe
who invite in every constellation i am
every time i think of you
i am atlas shrugged
in your given hand, the strength
a magnetism strengthening my iron core
a calm hysteria enveloped in a devoted plasma
where doves flock with eagles
the skies above Eden alive again
an existence beyond ever denying
love has humbled me
the knight upon one knee
the deepest of respect, loyalty
where my lips never consume enough
of the anatomy you are
where water spouts appear
fated to perish in the calm seas
of those dark eyes you wear
the other universe where i found
the heaven you are
Oregon 9/21/26
I wish to thank fellow poet Nine Dragons whose poem My Faerie Queen, Pt1 inspired the lines on the kneeling knight.
There are days when my capacity for anguish runs thin
I can’t grok suffering as deeply as once I did,
In those carefree days of work and timelessness
Lacking the necessary sense of direction to ask
Is this place where I find myself truly mine?
I’d gladly rehash now this desultory vision
To fill the desperate need of balance and calmness
But it always occurs too late to be changed.
Who can tell why the autumn brings this anxiety
In a hindsight, what looks like a budget movie, poorly directed
As if I’m passing some young guy
On a shady street, in a lunch hour
In whom I would never recognize myself
With whom I don't have a word to share.
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
Over the years, looking across the tables at you
ambiance may change
meals range from simple
to aromas meandering tropical islands
roaming ports of call in far-off lands
the little Diner of long ago
caught in a torrential downpour
afterwards the petrichor aura
riding home with you
there remains that infrangible moment
when your tableware searches for another morsel
caught up in a moment intent
looking up, your eyes meet mine
a Duchenne smile adorned by doves perching
upon the Cupid's bow you wear
the moment i am reminded
reaching across the table
the oxytocin in touching your hand
rainbows are forever
Eugene 8/25/26
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