Out very late,gardening in the dark.
When my head torch failed.
I completly lost the plot.
Light is
waning
Darkness
spreading
Hate is
plaguing
Values
drifting
Morals
falling
Bias
rising
Justice
missing
Grudge is
growing
Envy
eating
Beauty
fading
Heartache
rising
Future
blurring
War is
killing
World is
weeping
Yet you
fear not
Hope's still
glowing
Trust is
building
Love is
healing
Care is
calming
A story
Is and
Is not a
Story when
Emptiness
Appears as
Storyteller..
I feel like you all treat me like a child.
I’m no lost child. I’m older than all of you,
at least in spirit.
Yes, I’m not perfect. Whoever is, raise your hand.
Only Jesus raises his hand. Only he is perfect.
Jesus looks at me and says:
I loved you before you knew me.
Now learn to know yourself
As I know you.
You’re a long way from perfect,
But I love you just the same.
And I want to cry, but I can’t.
There’s already a smile on my lips.
Jesus, my Jesus.
Jesus says: You’ll win if you just keep going.
A setback is just that, a setback.
Everything can teach us something.
What have you learnt?
Impatience. Pride.
Ghetto Superstar.
You’ll make it.
I’m actually almost impressed.
Peace out.
The first gnome to vanish was the autumn one, The one with the pumpkins and ghosts. He was the one that made the holiday bright. The decoration we cherished the most.
Now, everyone knows gnomes have a habit of traveling, though, you’d think they’d stay true to you. Imagine my surprise, when I later realized that the rest of the season’s gnomes vanished, too.
Then, one afternoon, they came marching back in a long miraculous line. In disbelief, I rubbed my eyes.
For you see gnomes are very perceptive, they notice when a loved one is missing from home. And yes, they had gone out to fetch him, and there he was, walking in with the gnomes.
In my early teens,
Just turning 14, I gave
My heart to Christ.
It felt so nice.
Indeed, I was reborn.
But subconsciously,
I was torn
Between personal
relationship with Christ
Which brought freedom,
And religiosity with people,
Which permeated my tender
Soul and imprisoned me.
I hasten to say,
That sometimes there are areas grey.
They are enticing, inviting, and subtle.
But grey areas can be very deceptive.
I am grateful that, when still a teen
Of 19, the religious fever with people
Was pealed away and its hypo spirituality
gave way to a relationship with Christ.
No. My relationship is 'not a license'.
Yes. My relationship is 'based in love'.
Oh, present believer or new reciever,
I sincerely beg of you; let not that which
Initially draws you to God be more appealing
Than the simplicity to be found in Christ.
Remember, I am always
There for you...
And in thoughts we are
Very close...
Don't cry anymore, it will pass.
Because we will meet again...
Oh please, just laugh only once more
So shining like ...
The starlight...
Because everyone knows...
Angels
Don't
Cry.
Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
The boy who carried night within his chest
Once believed the road had reached its final bend,
Convinced that silence was his only friend,
And traded all his tomorrow for unrest.
He could not see the dawn through heavy skies,
Nor count the hours that waited to unfold,
Lost in a tale he thought was fully told,
Watching the shadow grow before his eyes.
Yet morning broke the perimeter of shade;
The quiet road stretched out and did not fall.
He learned the weight of years can shift and mend,
That every solitary ghost must fade.
Standing in light he never thought to call,
He sees the start where once he feared the end.
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Will stars stain the sky?
When the universe doth spin
Widdershins all night
Will streaks of light fill the sky
As they attempt to slow down?
Debt has shaped most of my sorry life
Shaving it off year by year
Thanks to my devoted wife
She is a gem in her own right
No more tears of shame
My frame of mind feels just right
I smile these days
You can just feel that inner peace
Once I was in a situation of helplessness
Sleight of hand and a twist of fate
With my ex it felt like
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
The kind of man I was
I waited
Trying to convince myself to endure
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left lose
I tried to end it all
I took sleeping pills
Tried to give myself away
Those were dark times
I was a car wreck lying upside down
It took some soul searching
But a wise person said
‘change your world’
I vamoosed the chance I got
Literally I went away
Only with the clothes on my back
What a relief
It cost me relations with my kids
Hell they might feel that I abandon them
I will cross that bridge when I get there
Late uncle Stan
Already called me out on it
Nothing witty to say back
Already to far gone
Careful of who you give yourself away to…
M Cupido
Picking the pieces of my life
Never I’d imagine experiencing so much pain
I'm leaving my past identity behind
Creating a new one this time
While loving against the grain
Dancing with death
Has made me disillusioned
I'm appearing to live my best life
Or is it just an appetizer that’s rife
I've been cut to the bone
Got to convince myself
That it was not carved in stone
Am I this fool
For loving so hard
A wise man once warned me
He said
‘careful what you wish for and then some you don’t want’
Now I don’t want the world to see me
I'm very private person
Coz I know that they won’t understand
The way I live now, it is a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, I’d
Leave you longing for
All you see is a wheelchair man's smile
M Cupido
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1 of the King James Bible
Blest time
yon dime
God's time
sublime
Lifetime
health's chyme
Bed time
pray'r clime
Peace time
sip lime
Up time
faith's climb
Show time
do mime
Play time
catch slime
Pastime
hum chime
Flex time
clean grime
Mealtime
enzyme
Art time
write rhyme
Free time
leave "I'm"
War time
hate's prime
Lost time
worst crime
Meantime
plant thyme
Psalm 121:7-8The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Be happy. Don't be sad
Think of all the fun you've had
Keep them in your memories
They are like the victories
You accomplished every day
Keeping the dark clouds away
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