The clock gnaws marrow from the bone,
Its hands are wolves in a quiet room.
I pace the halls of books like a penitent,
Collecting alphabets, equations, broken hymns—
Each one a splinter of fire to brand my palms.
Learning is a lantern, I tell myself,
But it burns both the pupil and the page.
Still, I drink the poison of knowledge,
Measure each drop with trembling fingers,
Because power without mercy is a blade in the dark.
Let the evil ones be caught in their own traps,
Sealed in jars, their whispers locked
Like moths in a museum drawer.
The good should hammer the lid shut—
And yet the shadows leak, they stain the air.
I scavenge disciplines the way crows hoard silver:
Philosophy, astronomy, anatomy,
A perpetual ladder built skyward, rung by rung.
The body sours, but the mind must not sleep,
Not while questions are hissing in the grass.
Don’t hate the players, hate the game—
But I see the board stained with red squares,
Pawns split open, queens reduced to ash.
Still, I move my piece forward.
Still, I mouth the rules until they cut my tongue.
Why are our lives so short?
Because the brain is a storm,
And storms cannot be persuaded to last.
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Abba
Aramaic for a loving father.
A term of endearment.
God set the standard.
A father who is loving and kind.
A father who teaches.
A father who disciplines with love.
A father who is humble.
A father who lives with integrity.
A father who sacrifices for the good of the family.
A father who leads by example as well as word.
Not all of us have had good fathers
Selfishness pushed out love.
Love is the core.
We have the example of God.
Let us all, as men, try to truly love
And be a good father.
December 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Peter 1-3
Key Verse – 2Peter 1:2 Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR MULTIPLYING
HIS GRACE AND PEACE UNTO US
Praise be to God for multiplying His grace and
peace unto us as He:
Develops our character
Deepens our commitment
Disciplines our courageous cause
Drives us by His calling for consecration
Directs our Christlikeness’ compassion-care
2Peter 2:9 Praise be to the Lord for
delivering us out of:
Trials through His truth
Testing by His teachings
Turmoil along His training
Terror for our thanksgiving
Tricks upon His trustworthiness
Temptations toward His triumph
Tribulations for testimony’s tenacity
2Peter 3:18 Praise be to the Saviour for allowing us
to grow in His grace as we:
Abide in His assurance
Adore Him by His approval
Attend to His authentic affirming
Abound in His assertions’ affluence
Awake to His assistance along our accountability. Amen!
December 22, 2024
----------The Future from a Variety of perspectives and Disciplines---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He told a crowd of people
that his thought was the person in question
could not handle
the beauty of the woman he loved.
Not mentioning that he
had intentions on making
the mans life miserable.
He lacks what he needs to
be capable to secure and
keep the woman of his desire
there he cursed what he was doing
a demanding woman either
is against a thyme frame
in her head
or has been justified in why
she is allowed to treat a man
a certain way. The Obeoist is a
Strong willed woman. She lacks
compassion for anyone who
pursues her. Even if she
kind enough to be his freind.
Written by a Strong Willed Man
Steig Mi-ah Linagraff of Stoughtiey
His freind Varg refused to tell him
she belived in things that had no discription.
Hrafn Kiseer" You aint Man enough to do
what she needs".
Jesus passes over 2024 and
The victory is His
Glory belongs to Him alone!
He is seated on His Throne and
His Word destroys marrow and bone
He rules and watches over His Future Bride!
The Walls of our enemy fall and
Jesus receives all the Glory Forever and Forever!
Jesus passes over 2024 and
The victory is His
He saves people in 2024
He answers prayers in 2024
He opens new doors in 2024
He shows the Glory of His Name in 2024
He rules and watches over His Future Bride!
Some are killed in His Name
Some prosper in His Name
Some live in poverty in His Name
Some on the street walk in His Name
Some are married in His Name
Some are divorced and walk in the recovery of His Name
Some cry in His Name
Some shout in His Name…
Jesus passes over 2024 and
Reveals His Holy Name
He rules and watches over His Future Bride
He saves people; He helps people
He disciplines people; He rebukes people
He destroys demonic influences
He shows the purpose of His Blood shed on the Cross
The Kingdom of Jesus Reigns Forever!
Nothing in 2024 will rob Jesus of His Glory
His Kingdom Last Forever!
Touching the soft light
Fumbling with forevermore
Releasing fumes, feelings glow,
Breathtaking, dreams trembling, awkwardly climbing,
Arrested by fate, the flow of mystery,
Triplex herbs in indigo, violet kiss
Stirring disciplines,
Evoking her light,
glowing beneath the unsteady crevices
Reflecting the impossible, dazzling, bright.
They manage to keep a fanned flame
These ones with no claim to fame
They don’t trade, build or make
Yet heralds ogle for their sake
And I to myself only wonder
That I find no rhyme or reason in my ponder
But I keep my opinion conservative
For my appetite craves no weird narrative
That one can be famed for nothing
It just doesn’t fit my hearing
Once there was respect for the audience
Until stardom clouded many a conscience
With sound worth one had to be endowed
Before presenting oneself before a crowd
And a few had glimpses of glories
With quotes and works transcending histories
Others galant warriors and wise chieftains
Glorified outlaws and vilified villains
Men had their names on their rights and wrongs
As preserved in folklore, poetry and songs
And until ideology once more underpins
Character, manners and disciplines
Ethics, decency and social order
Evil will have many for fodder
To be grazed on and trampled underfoot
Thinning fortune that another may have loot
And if you cringe at this possible end
Then with every fibre of you strive and fend
For the return of righteousness in our midst
As the bare and common at the very least
K. Muitherero.
This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue
of practicing RightBody patience
Is a coverup
for feeling deep impatience.
Feeling impatient is not as hopeful
as exploring active curiosity.
Curiosity
about why someone,
including my own anthro-privileged self,
would default to live win/lose
competitively
When our healthiest,
and safest
economically enlightened
and politically empowering experiences
have always grown choices to live
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win,
cooperatively co-invested.
Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat;
but probably not more deadly
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.
Besides,
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience
More joyful,
than sad
mad
bad
More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty
More sad/glad soulful
preferring mindful disciplines
like healthy therapeutic dances
and well-sung
resiliently brilliant love songs.
Thirst
Finding one’s way
What seems loss is always found
Far
Keep walking and searching
Don’t tire
Don’t let time expire
Distance is how you see it
Knowing how you got there
Approach is your maneuver
Embrace is the taste of understanding
Struggle in sustaining
Journeys are never close
You shall find
Just believe and hope will accompany you
By and By
Time after time
Your footsteps in your own discoveries
Beath path
Learning values
Disciplines and courage
The sun will guide
The moon will encourage
Your feet will be sore
But don’t stop now
You are almost there
Press on
Distance is your gateway being your only advancement
Your tomorrow that was came early today
You thought you would never arrive
You survived beyond your own expectations
What is distance without understanding?
Determination declared
Distance to, but always reflect from
Motherhood triumphed my graduation -
From giddy, girly glam to poise and grace,
One of a kind, wonderful sensation,
One glance and quest of life fell into place!
Sweet school of mom, with disciplines quite tough,
Yet I wouldn't trade for any other,
Rich reward of unconditional love -
Diploma of a devoted mother!
Amazingly learning would never cease,
Lessons of selfless nurture have no bounds.
To graduate with motherhood degrees -
Surely as satisfying as it sounds!
March 1, 2023
Thick skin, the revealing of relentless agony mixed with tolerance to endure what most would surely cower and fray from. It will certainly display the distinguished lifelines of an individual while giving merit to life’s disciplines. A person that portrays these prominent characteristics tend to be vigorous and fierce from within, showing their features with grace and pride for having lived life thoroughly. A sight for sore eyes that gives meaning to others for having witnessed the power available for those that can reach out and obtain it. Not everyone can posses such alluring qualities for one must defy what’s suppose to be, in order to achieve them. Rules were made to be broken, that’s why rules were made. Seeing passed these laws of nature create moments of true beauty for anything that’s unwilling to flow down stream will surely make a splash.
There are the few, then there are the
Rest of them.
Chatter boxes, bipolar manic woman, that men
Try to escape from.
Those that are men over here are of course put,
Into jails or prisons.
The magic of silence,
For the blessed few are able to dream any dream
Night or day
And prearrange the out come of what they dream, while
Wide awake before going to bed.
Without the preconceived notion of very hard work, to
Obtain the solution,
To each master piece, each work of art, even the words
That to most can't conceive.
For those few that have come they have not the ability,
To put up with the rest that make useless noise.
Precognition, remote viewing, complex math the writing of music,
The ability to master in a brief period of time
Most cerebral disciplines that take the rest forever to learn,
If they are blessed with that special genetic material.
Because for most that can travel into solitude, it creates within
Them that unnatural fear,
The fear that most have of living and dying alone.
James McLain Friday, October 13, 2017
The party was great.
Wine flowed freely.
I was proud for my award,
A professor of Literature,
Even though I was young,
Tall and handsome, an attraction to most.
Suddenly Rita, a friend, grabbed me by my arm,
And smiling said: “Isn’t mathematical disciplines
Great tools for differential equations.”
I stared at her, thinking of insanity.
Who cares for mathematical equations?
But she insisted that differential geometry
And those of topology were important.
“Sweetheart,” I retorted. “John Donne would do better.”
She did not think so, as she grabbed me by my arm
And led me to the samples of fine wine.
“A pseudo holo morphic curve is so smooth,
I’m sure you’ll agree.” My nerves were now frayed.
I led her out into the garden towards the gazebo
And gave her my best sample of a French kiss.
She did not desist. It was fun.
Perhaps there was something worthwhile
Thinking on geometric equations.
ON MY JOURNEY
Trying always to walk on path: Righteous.
May not be that so-called ‘Religious’.
Driving car of life in determined gear.
on ambitious track with vision clear.
Self-confidence, Truthfulness and Honesty
are three disciplines in my Dynasty.
Confronting betrayal, malice and lies
with stern reproach, never to compromise.
Diligence, ceaseless effort to explore
While love and compassion not to ignore.
‘Humanity’ is my religion:
Morality being criterion.
08/26/21
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