IN AND OF OUR INTOXICATED KIDS
The tease of Satan,
Intoxicating their minds;
Its high, downing them:-
They love doing wrong.
Despite all of the trouble,
They just love the high.
We must burst their highs;
Them falling into our grace:
Forgiven and healed:-
HEY KID! CHECK THIS OUT!
Be you that
You are;
Adored and
Always wanted:
That’s why
You are here:-
You could
Have been aborted;
But love birth you from
The womb:-
And remember this,
Friends don’t make fools
Of their friends: joyfully
Laughing at them—
Think about it,
And be in awareness:-
TO BEING FORGIVEN AND GIVING FORGIVENESS
You’ve abandoned me;
You must be so lonely.
Love for you, crowds me.
And you cannot uncrowd it;
For it’s of God’s given grace:-
I’ve forgiven you,
God navigated me to:-
Can’t you forgive me?
I am sorry for my sins;
God’s forgiven me; can’t you?!
A 9/11 FOOD FOR THOUGHT FLASHBACK
(Apropos Of A Tearing Tanka Flow)
Insuring our health,
We destroy all rottenness:
Why do we keep war?!
Wars can not be nourishing;
They’re all about destroying:-
Wars contradict peace.
Peace is the absence of war;
Not its intention:-
Bombing murder tares down life,
Rather than building it up:-
We didn’t celebrate
9/11; we mourned it—
With sad, flowing tears:
Wars are about hell’s graveyards;
Not those of God’s ascensions:-
IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
*continued from pt 2*
Our physical bodies are numb, and our souls, tormented. It’s why some of us hurt ourselves. We feel a lack of purpose, draining our desire to go on. With no purpose, no love, and nothing but brutal lapses in our thoughts and emotions, will we ever be able to break free?
We are the ones who wish to die and escape this world in hopes of finding a better life after death. Our only hope is put into things we cannot see or feel. And that lingering, underlying hope is what will either keep us alive to see another day, or it will be what sends us on. Peace is what we are in pursuit of. To bad we’ll never know when and how we might attain it until its already too late.
Please read parts 1 and 2 for a fuller picture on the state of mind of those who struggle with severe depression, mental illness, and suicidal ideation.
Thank you for reading.
BONDED STIFF
Our love knows no swiftness;
It’s tied and bowed in stiffness.
Our love life is no played game;
It is an everlasting bond attained.
May our love ever be as if a royal palace evening ball;
An orchestrated ball, admired and wished for by all.
May this precious bond between you and me,
Be granted an ever-blessed bond of eternity:-
BE YOUR REALITY
“To be or not to be…?”
Often, a misunderstood question
Of self-reality; failing to realize
That God has given us the power
To affect how it should, and will be:-
It has been written, and repeated:
Ask, seek, and knock; and its
Given, found, and opened:-
That is, when we choose to do so,
In awareness that we are in charge
Of choosing what affects our reality:-
As one author has succinctly put it,
Our…”reality is not what happens
Around us, but how we respond to it.
Thus, how acquaintances act around us
Is their reality; our perception, our reality:-
In our daily lives with peers and family,
We must come to realize the power
We have in affecting our own reality:-
All too often, our reactions to others’ realities,
Tend to negate our own healing realities:-
Know and accept your power
Affecting your reality. Let no one
Or anything deter its joyful coming to be.
Thus, go back to life’s mirror and notice
What you see: One of God’s beautiful
Creatures looking back at thee.
Know that your desired reality,
Is your given responsibility:-
IN FORGIVENESS AWARENESS
Wow! I slipped and fell!
A wrong decision was made:-
Sad tears flowed for days.
Agony tormented me:
Dear God forgave my mistake.
SHAKING THE SPEAR…
Shakespeare’s virus lives;
The infection, a syndrome:-
The oppressor pleased:-
Today’s stage, shadowed;
New Orthellos infected:
The oppressor pleased:-
Let's be protective;
Our kids can’t be Desmonas,
Nor we, Orthellos:-
With self-injections,
Let us wipe out the syndrome:
Pleasing liberty:-
In recovery,
Our Desmonas mothering:
Liberty birthing:-
MIND WHERE YOU KNOCK
(A Tanka Trio)
A door opening,
Yet, it could be the wrong door;
It could be Satan's:-
He's fooled so many of us,
With his bastardize guidance:-
When a door opens,
Check out whose the opener;
God cannot be aped:
Satan washes guilty hands;
Jesus washes weary feet:-
A door opening,
Can be for good or for bad.
Be in awareness:
God's open door enlightens;
Satan's open door blindsides:-
It’s always the least expected
That spectacularly exceeds expectation
Which come to think of it
Isn’t then a high bar to reach!
Life is always simply what it is
But we lose touch
Hidden under layers of mud
Or veils of our own choosing
Like clouds in an open sky.
But Sun is always there, regardless
It’s the one constant.
And when it breaks through
And warms us or lights the way
Plays with rainbows
Or just holds us firmly in embrace
Then we know our place in the world
Without doubt, without thought,
Until we lose it once again.
(9/3/26)
IN WAGES OF LOVE
In labors of love,
Never a day without work;
God’s wages rising:-
A BLEEDING MIND REFLECTION
Check your mind’s pressure.
Enlightenment could be low,
And ignorance, high.
Both ways affect its calmness,
And, its true wholeheartedness.
KELOIDS OF THE MIND
Mental scars of mind;
Raised reminders of journeys:
Scars of conquered trials:-
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