I sought, in silence, solace and peace,
by which, my dank soul cried 'release'.
From pent up ridicule, guilt and shame,
long nights of torment, I wept Christ's Name.
I wept Christ, as lies pierced my mind,
my sombre spirit poised to - walk the line.
Instead I battled through decades of pain,
led now, to step out, and enjoy the rain.
09.01.2026
('The perpetual black dog, has one but cure,
That is, Christ Jesus, for that I'm sure'. - prayers welcomed )
The world is in turmoil
As it’s always been
One storm after another
With its shifting eye showing peace
To the few, a peace within the storm
All the more pronounced
Yet no different than it ever was before.
We live divided now
Strung out on information right or wrong
In endless pursuit of instant gratification
In work and play, loves and lusts
Building a dream of an ideal us.
And still the storms pass
As they always have
Blessing the few with their eye of peace
Awakening the fewer
To what all the rest dismiss
As simply not good enough.
(8/19/26)
Simple silent peace
Is no longer good enough
Busy minds crave more
(8/19/26)
I’ll hide, you seek out the destination;
maybe we’ll both find a little something.
Exhale slow to see what we’re becoming
relish in this complete transformation.
Allow yourself to be filled with passion,
feel free to run wild and keep on jumping.
I’ll hide, you seek;
don’t be tempted by instant distraction.
Opposites may just end up connecting,
I sit quiet as my heartbeat’s thumping.
Waiting here in a lotus position
I’ll hide, you seek.
Don't ever say never
Keep up the endeavour
Never know what challenge arises
Life is full of many surprises
Consistency results in much satisfaction
Don't be misled by any distraction
Many rewards come from constant persistence
It blissfully fulfils our earthly existence
one distraction at tonight’s rodeo was all it took
for him to lose his balance, concentration and one leg
We argue and
posture..As
The traps are
Assembled.)
If 100% of leaders
Dissapeared today
Would the world
Still turn.?
Are we architects
And a demise inevitable?
The more i see, the more
I note of the unenviable.'
I didn't notice
how fast time was going—
all the commotion,
it's quite the distraction.
This perpetual motion,
lost in a sea of consumption,
all for social devotion.
Lacking what we left behind,
now chasing dimes with our time.
Is it wrong to numb
with lights and rums?
Moments between moments are what we miss—
something as a kid
I didn't notice.
I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Linked-In about as well as any old-fashioned Neanderthal. With all this modern-day technology at my fingertips you’d think my need for paper and pen would be overcome. Not true. All this technology represents the one thing that destroys my creativity. ‘DISTRACTIONS’. Maybe it’s the fact that a pen or a pencil can only do one thing. Transfer my thoughts to paper. No puppies sliding down a snow-covered hill, what’s the weather in Outer Mongolia, or share this photo and God will send you money. There is just me, a pencil and a clean sheet of paper. Nothing creates inspiration more than a sharp Ticonderoga #2 pencil or a fine point red stick pen. Or maybe it’s just that my addled old brain gets so easily sidetracked by shiny baubles.
We shall overcome
unless we’re distracted first—
Oooh cute baby goats
When you change like a new wind taking force too often,
it is inevitable that you will lose yourself.
Not knowing the true person that is inside.
Decisions are folly now; ones I toy with and reassemble. The building is a distraction…because if you build something it’s achievement right?
But what if you’re building, knowing that it will be torn down by yourself all too soon
Another challenge to focus on
"All that is necessary is to turn back to our heart"/
preferring His Love (to distraction)/
is a habit that's smart
[my poem based on CCC 2729 + 2565]
I've been fine.
Better than ever.
It's been months
Since I crashed.
Almost years
Since I've see
A proper
Breakdown.
I realized
For a while
He had been
My distraction.
He was a negative charge
Taking on all of mine;
I kept the positive.
Is that why I held on
Longer than I should have?
Now I come crashing,
The world falling in.
The momentary distraction
Forever out of reach.
The emotions intensify
And I wish they would stop.
I fear getting close
To the point of giving up.
Distractions in eight grade homeroom are complete today
As I see the finger shaped glasses on my friend Gray
He always pushes the teacher near the edge of the cliff.
I see her biting her fingernails, her hair and her lip.
Showtime
I'm over here
I'll buzz and ping
Until you break.
Let's do this thing!
I flash and chime
You'll never rest.
Give me attention
I am the best
I listen in
Careless, you share
You think me dormant
But I'm still there
Those secret words
I log away
Then try to captivate
Your cash some day
I'm all illusion
Subtle distraction
If you're suspicious
It's just a fraction
I never can quite
Leave your side
Your mind is mine.
You're zombie-fied
So plug me in
I'm good to go
If no-one knows..
I'll run the show.
Jinjagoliath
24th May 2023
More frantic than ever - is it to hide?
Could you sit face to face, gazing at truth?
Some gear must be siezed up, deep down inside.
The ghost-life you live is your purest proof.
Do something - anything! - ev'ry second.
Too busy! Too booked! Too bad - you can't think.
Alas ... ecstasy! Distraction beckoned -
So you drift ... and you drift ... until you sink.
Behold - see the offer - such modest price!
Happiness hangs like a Tantalan fruit.
Speak the word and receive - that shall suffice -
lift hands from the soil - they've started to root.
Life built for your pleasure - still all you see -
is a mindless routine - oh, woe is me!
19 May 2023
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