Walking in circles under the dripping canopy's leaves,
repeating a sentence someone gave him at twenty.
Terrorise your enemies.
The world moved on while he stood still,
saluting the old invisible flag.
Stand your ground.
Voices called his name from the edge of the trees,
but every kindness sounded like a trick.
Never surrender.
Counting the years by how many ghosts went silent,
the mission remained loud in his head.
Hold the line.
Better to starve than admit the hunger was pointless,
rather be feared than feel foolish.
Show no retreat.
It is not truth that convinces him,
but a formal command,
stepping out of the past.
"Lay down your arms."
So, Onoda walked out of the jungle at last,
wearing three decades of orders as his only story.
His identity.
There is torment who tells you nothing except that you are worthy of the devil's persecution,
Elocution might disarm it, but in the beginning it haunts you until you turn to some comfort,
Some illicit comfort that convinces you the pain was a dream and not a nightmare,
In the recesses of stillness and the rest that eludes us, there is a torment that knows us by name,
And hat4es us just the same,
But in the end,
A man who is the first and the last,
Knows a way out,
Find him, grab his garment and let go for absolutely nothing,
Least of all that itch that begs you to scratch it,
And start the game anew,
God love you,
Hold onto Jesus,
And be free.
Life, you are an illusion, a trick that convinces people they own what they only borrow.
You fool them into believing they can gain more, build more, become more, as if any of it follows them past the edge.
Even those who stack riches high enough to block the sun still cannot carry a single thing into what comes after.
They spend everything chasing you; calling it success, calling it meaning.
But I see what they refuse to admit.
They fear me because I end the game they think they are winning.
I end judgment, I end noise, I end everything that pretended to matter.
And in the end, I do not take from them. I simply show them they were never holding anything at all.
So tell me, Life… why do they hate me, and not you?
I say “just one bite,” I swear I do
But somehow I keep going, what can I do
Every time food comes near, I give in
And suddenly I’m full again, where do I begin?
I try to be strong I really try
But food keeps finding me, I don’t know why
My fork won’t stop, my plate is a mess
Yet somehow I munch with full happiness
I tell myself later I’ll eat less
But somehow I always make a mess
It’s a tasty trap I can’t escape
I end up laughing with crumbs on me.
My stomach protests but I ignore the signs
Each bite convinces me it’s perfectly fine
I wobble, I giggle, I reach for one more
The snack-filled adventure I can’t ignore
This pant may not fit me tomorrow
But right now, who cares about sorrow?
I’ll deal with it later, it’s all okay
I’ll worry later, I’m feasting today.
Right now, it’s snacks that lead the way,
Who needs control when dessert’s on display?
I eat like it’s always a holiday,
So I lift my hands and shout, “Hooray!”
Death
There is a kind of death that does not stop the heart but slowly teaches it how to disappear. I lived inside that quiet ending while still waking up, still loving, and still calling survival a life. Pieces of me were buried without funerals, and no one noticed because I kept functioning.I learned how to grieve myself while still breathing. I learned how to stay where I was dying because leaving felt like another loss. That is the cruelest part of this kind of death, it convinces you that emptiness is safer than change.The day I chose myself, something in me had to die. The version of me that accepted harm as love did not survive that decision. I am not ashamed of that death. It did not take me. It released me.I am alive now because I allowed what was killing me to end.
Seek – the love, the grace, the flow
Miracles sought by the heart, the soul
those who know He is the music
that plays light into the ones who know
life isn’t lived until it is lived for Him,
this Jesus who stirs my spirit to believe
He is love, grace, the unending flow ~
Living water – so I’ll thirst no more.
No! I’ll never thirst again –
He is the One who sent His friend
The Holy Spirit convicts, convinces, comforts
So I’m always prepared for this battle of wills…
Thy will be done! I’ll say it again – “THY WILL BE DONE”
Amen!
How many times do you have to kill me
For my life to be over?
You have already put the knife in my back,
Must you bring the axe down on my neck?
I stand before you with wobbling legs,
Knowing that the arrow in my shoulder
Was not sent from Cupid’s bow with love—
You hold the weapon that is to slaughter me
Whilst I am held in place with only a rope.
I could easily run but my mind deceives me:
It convinces me it will all be over soon.
But how many times would you kill me
Just to feel the power it brings you?
And how many times will you watch me burn
Just to feed yourself with the flames?
So pathetic is the word,
I would like to say aloud;
your silly and giggling laughter
bothers me, it's a true disaster!
No, forgetful sweety
nothing convinces me,
don't scatter clouds
when it's too sunny;
should I belittle words
that make clowns laugh
hard, it doesn't including me...
because it cuts me in half!
Don't hurry a conversation,
don't avoid physical contact
when feeling the urge;
I'm your closest friend,
don't sweeten my tongue
with tic-tac, I get upset!
Have a specific project,
trust can never end!
No, forgetful sweety...
betrayed hearts need empathy,
no, forgetful sweety...
pick up the broken pieces,
they can be put together easily;
gone are the bitter tears!
Don't touch me with frantic urge,
I may be tempted to purge
this restless guilt and act hysterically,
I won't waste kisses and feel terribly!
No, forgetful sweety: can rage
change this mind so suddenly?
"Just breathe, you're having your breath taken, 'Aweigh anchors away,' the blessed follows," ... by The Poet
The unnoticeable lulls a fancy
as obscurity stares at a lost
such are promotions
of a trance
stages all ages
a momentous chance
for lifetime promise of romance
shattering glimmering
convinces glimpses
alarm bells--"Hush little baby don't--OH NO!"
"Release the Kraken ... or mices ... an ant if you have any?"
She comes, A ROWER?
It's The Specifics of the Ocean
Those islanders will come out - rigging
and surfing, Aurora, in a pipeline ... she's a dreamer ...
OH NO! WIPEout, its ecliptic ... but there at the ocean's edge
o'er the horizon, Aurora, RISE
the shacks are empty, the fields aplenty
The Drums of the Islands, Aloha Alive.
He told her come on baby,
let’s pack up and leave this town.
Cause living here just makes me,
feel like I’m gonna drown.
We will find that perfect place,
somewhere we can settle down.
I give you my word baby,
we will quit roaming around.
So they left that little town,
from way back up in the sticks.
Headed to those city lights,
where they’d learn some brand-new tricks.
A couple country bumpkins,
nothing more than simple hicks.
Soon got lost in the shuffle,
and all stirred up in the mix.
But as the days rolled on by,
their hearts soon turned into stone.
Though they still had each other
they might as well been alone.
When those Neon signs go out,
city lights no longer call.
All your pockets are empty,
the love you had starts to stall.
Living in the dark alleys,
where daylight is never known.
The needle, just like a knife,
still can cut you to the bone.
We try to make the right choice,
doing our best to succeed.
It’s hard to find the right path,
around all the lies and greed.
When you’re lost and full of hate,
down is the only place left.
Til despair convinces you,
that the best way out is death.
I chose to be joyful and excited about my life
Every single day, for at least an hour
I fool my brain on the bad days
She says “we are excited! We are thrilled”
She is easy, wanting the best for us.
Her dendrites are at my ready,
waiting to see what I will put into her gray and pink matter.
I smile at my spotted face n the bathroom mirror.
Tell my reflection how terrific today is.
My hazel eyes grin back, knowing what I am doing.
For my self-talk convinces my brain.
If I say “we can do math!” she believes that too.
God's word, a sword of truth, piercing the soul
Alive and active, it cuts to the goal
It judges the thoughts, and attitudes of the heart
A discerner of intentions, it sets apart
Sharper than any two-edged sword, it divides
Between flesh and spirit, it exposes the lies
It convicts and convinces, with a gentle might
Bringing life and light, to the darkest of nights
It's a seed that's planted, in the soil of the heart
Springing up to life, a new work of art
It grows and transforms, from glory to glory
A living and breathing, revelation of His story
God's word, a fire that burns, with a passion so bright
Illuminating the path, in the darkest of nights
It's a lamp to our feet, a light to our way
Guiding us in truth, every step of the day
Alive and powerful, it pierces the darkness
A beacon of hope, in a world of chaos and madness
God's word, a treasure, that never grows old
A living and abiding, gift that never grows cold.
Summer turned away, escaping my praise
Risking dreams from yesterday, shadows grew
Dating hope and faith, the love story knew
This is beautiful whose more than a phase
Stars glistened in the night, erasing tears
Summer turned away, escaping my praise
Winds of elation smiled through autumn’s gaze
Drifting on seas of gentle, ending fears
Seasons filled with wonders hushed suspicion
Worries brought to life by the darkest days
Summer turned away, escaping my praise
Deep peace convinces of love’s transition
Prayers remind of grace that will amaze
As Summer departs, Autumn whispers peace
Graceful glory, a season’s masterpiece
Summer turned away, escaping my praise
welcome to my reality
who’s reality of their self falters at the drop of a hat
the sudden tantalizing change is surely overwhelming
it’s at the point where I’ve been on the moon so long
the law of gravity doesn’t apply to me
only when my eyes glaze over and the fall is accelerating
do I decide to feel the weight carried by my feet
the uneasy awareness of my senses has caused my body to deem them unnecessary
i’m used to my uncertainty, but the earth’s endless divides are a whole nother planet to me
my sun doesn’t shine but her orbit strongly pulls me
she convinces me I’m unlike anyone you’ll ever meet
though I am everyone you’ve ever seen
i do not care to know about people, places, or things
all I’ve ever understood is the need to experience what would happen if someone entered my galaxy
and admire every action like I’d change the course of history
i have a fire brewing, but in the shadows the flame goes untouched
i’d rather you burn your hand on the match for me
Everyone believes in something or other
whether it's religion, God, humanity at heart
there deep down inside in our soul
is a place where life does indeed start
I believe in a loving sovereign God
who sent His son to earth for my salvation
there at Calvary's cross paid my sins
all of this for my eternal redemption
This God created all this world
by the word of His mouth did He
gave me His inerrant holy word
so by it my heart's set free
This God by His holy scriptures
and His holy spirit dwelling within
guides me to walk in His way
all the way to heaven away from sin
I believe because God convinces
that His divine word is fully true
showing that this Lord God loves me
electing myself to be changed anew
This is the reason why
I believe what I do
not everyone will duly agree
but our hearts all must be true
(This is one of my oldies from some years ago which some of my new friends would like to see. )
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