A breeze when it’s hot
Doesn’t count for a lot
Though we can’t assign blame to the trees,
For their branches that sway
Try to cool off the day
But their efforts can’t really appease.
It looks lovely outside;
Still, the time comes to hide
In the house with a blasting A/C
When the temperatures rise
And humidity tries
To sap all of the oomph out of me.
I remember moments when his expressions of affection left me speechless. What insights have your memories offered me? I found myself quickly captivated by a charming scammer.
As the night came to an end, I urged him, "Let me heal." Someone wisely pointed out, "You are neither his therapist nor his mother." I should encourage his growth, but I won't take on his emotional burdens or fix his problems for him. After all, how many times can a fool be deceived? Lonely nights can wear away at one's soul.
I suggested he find a job, but he continues to insist that he is a celebrity.
Mr. Kingpalacekp, while anyone can assign themselves a title, true value comes from standing firmly behind it. Embrace your strength and courage.
It's halfway through this year, and next month will mark a month since I encountered the parasite.
It's time to put an end to this chaos before I find myself in a therapist's office.
Life has no balance.
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” ~ Blaise Pascal
How does your decision process work,
extracting clarity and a course of action from the murk?
I'm sure that, for you, it works out fine,
insofar as your methodology is different from mine.
I begin by pondering my choices,
but find inside my head there are two voices.
I scratch my head, and begin to reflect,
asking myself which is most morally correct.
When all is said and done,
which hurts others least, and which is best for number one?
What is the reward? What risk would be incurred?
What is the probability of the result that is preferred?
I make a list of cons and pros,
and assign weights to each of those,
and after hours, days, and weeks of pondering,
I'm still at a loss to solve my "quandering".
Then, I instantly do what I knew I'd do all along,
and find that my decision was all wrong.
transformed by bliss, our palm chakras aflame
magnetic heat is mirrored in each node
we assign no name to this divine game
yet pen songs of gratitude as an ode
since this earth vessel is now God’s abode
our third eye’s sight now seems subtler than space
yet for now we remain in its embrace
Wild unseen coated in dust.
Bones driven toward my skull.
Hearts on fire for truth
Love agape Love surging through their hearts
Life restored to the Dust
The wind remembers us all
Unseen now is seen
I belong to Lord Jesus as his Best friend from forever
Forever is now Eternity is now
Lemon and mint cod fish
Fry the world melt the elements Restore us in your new Kingdom Lord
Heaven and Earth becoming one
Uniting with Love agape
The Spirit and The Bride call out to The Master to soon return to us
Silver blood Golden bones Apple beer with Mint whiskey
Apple Mint whiskey, Pumpkin Mint whiskey
Align the heavens assign the earth its place
Remove us all to your new place of restoration
Agape Love flowing in us all over all the earth over all the heavens
assign no grade
judgment bade bye
just wade in love
Every love affair breeds a villain’s name,
Whispers in grapevines assign the blame.
What once was Eden, soft and bright,
Turned battleground in the dead of night.
Morning breaks, but cannot mend,
Shadows cling where vows once penned.
To one, a wound too sharp to heal;
To another, the monster they reveal.
Dawn's light
Shines bright
Through window
Says hello
Unfurls a day
My earthly stay
Which relieved mum's sigh
With hoping on high
To fill her garden's shell
With different pearl's label
That awakens mother's soul
From thought worries don't make whole
Of Empty gardens without pearl
To keep living lively not twirl
How else would she stand waning night rest
Cum tough to handle OLD SARAH'S TEST
In tears, growing fear to bear wet pillow
Life's tempest cum expectations billow
So deep
From sleep
As I wake
With no cake
I light up will
To keep it chill
On nature's skyline
To health, I assign
My yearly thanksgiving
As a soul still living
Through grace in chance grazing luck
From Almighty's fountain suck
Everlasting life I rest on
To cling humbly my life's crayon
Painting my wallet and nest off grief
Day-in day-out, for dews of relief
Then, joyful mysteries shall truly appear
Like heavenly dews, sky softly brings cheer
penning poems with no need to rehearse
suggests we must assign no ownership
so whenever we do conjure a verse
we dedicate it to God as worship
we assign no preference to any node
why would we interfere with bliss magnetism
at the centre of each cell is God’s abode
rainbow in full view ignites mind-body prism
feeling complete, bliss replete, why should we rush
there really is no cause to hush our blush
for we remain at all times divine entwined
playing our earth life role as has been assigned
I have seen your sunrise,
What its ray's glee advertise...
From which interests arise,
To care my eyes eulogize.
I have seen your sunshine,
What naturalist duly assign...
From nature's own guideline,
To an altar day; both enshrine.
I have seen evidence; its look,
What beauty's hope can't hook...
From selfless acts, mind's outlook
To cook: taste, aroma can't rook.
I have seen wonder; its swing,
What influence holds to sling...
From value, kindness of king,
To voice's rhythm, words sing.
I wander with the lone cloud,
What modelling trap of you, wowed!
From its shine before crowd,
To its set far away time, age endowed.
What will sunset of your beauty be?
Will it be able to hold you to your degree,
With which you show off so free...
When time comes against its shinning decree?
Assign not God a name, symbol or form
but rather recognise Him in the heart,
feeling His magnetism, loving and warm,
that in silence as God search we so start,
we will see Him on adding love to cart.
God, as the eye of our eye, is the source,
Who we merge with, without applying force,
when we drop all vicarious knowing,
remaining still, God guiding our life’s course,
our mood and mode blissful, gently flowing.
We oppose mediocrity, not an anecdote for souls,
but forged they’d be in the furnace, a burning coal.
It breaks up the mundane, a bolt of lightning flash,
aspiring to be heaven’s host, waking from the ash.
We’re not just transcribing, etching a fading script,
but artists of the abandoned, by firelight dipped.
We explore the remnants where society lies low,
where shadows are cast and worn currents flow.
With a rebellious stroke, we embrace the divine,
from the false facades, a truth-telling we assign.
We toss aside the nutrition that dulls the soul’s fire,
and build soaring meditations, climbing ever higher.
Our ink is not just black, but stars’ scattered light,
a testament to spirit, tenacious through the night.
Against the corrosion, a steadfast, gleaming beam,
the poet’s defiant quill, chasing the endless dream.
Simply to put text that we cannot cover anything complex
There was a simplified version of every object-- an annex
The loss of everything to put it understandable; loosing context
Was like cutting all of the trees just to portray land like Lorax
Though, where we put things behind the bars is just the manifesto
Everything could be described out and reasoned with a memo
I was warned by Spinoza, that not everything fits out and can be a reductio
So, would a man be reasoning out of everything killing complexity would be a maestro
A virtuoso indeed, to be smart that it leaps every precautionary never stumbled
Wish I was that man to hide complexity, to assign simplicity-- oversimplified
But, I would lose the essence of dopamine in searching question categorized
As I would never understand if short text means something to unconcealed
Going back to adolescent days...
that invisible angel stood near me,
I prayed and he was more than delighted;
if I fell, he would lift my feeble arms
and avoid any harm done to me:
doesn't God assign angels to each child?
On many winter evenings, mom told me about Jesus
born of humblest origin, what he preached was
a revelation that stunned all: each one of us
was a perfect creation, an image of His Father
sitting on the throne, watching us from afar:
is distance measured in miles or in thoughtfulness?
Invisible as he was, he breathed hard on me
to invigorate awareness of the surroundings
created by a single command, not by hands;
the farther I went, the quicker he followed me:
the narrow paths I travelled to reach those sturdy mountains
were the milestones I have pursued to conquer all adversities!
Do I feel totally betrayed when that invisible angel
refuses to stand near me? Isn't guilt reproving me?
It's time I accused myself of being a sinful individual,
cleared this obsessed mind of carnal desires to avoid Hell;
when transgressions diverge from the holiness of soul,
don't be caught between fear and death: get up and flee!
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