You stand before a wall.
It waits, blank as withheld breath.
What hovers over you?
Drafts unpinned,
stories unspoken,
videos sealed,
pages chasing horizons
that never arrive.
Perfection whispers—
a mask for delay.
What if you placed
one imperfect mark?
What if you let motion
carve its shape?
The wall gathers:
crooked sketches,
half-born concepts,
awkward stretches,
jokes collapsing mid-laugh.
Chaotic. Messy.
Unfit for display.
Yet weeks later—
fragments draw together,
a shape begins to inhale.
Not triumph,
but a quiet forming,
a world exhaling
what ‘til now was withheld.
.
Oh, Lord in my time on this earth.
create within me a pure mind and heart, to seek your ways.
Day by day giving All glory to God. That snatches, ones from death.
As the mist comes and goes,
my life is but a vapor to return.
let these words flow with your guidance that another might receive.
the promised inheritance, eternal life.
keep my mind away from worldly quarrels and judging those which do not know what spirit leads them my Lord, if they can not see you in one, then they have no reason to seek
This inexpressible peace, love,joy and overflowing of the Holy Spirit being purified into A Child of the Living God, In praying ,to you God,to draw together your Children in Unity.
Supporting and encouraging one another in a team united as One.
Rain gently falls on the
Mountain top, softly
Lightly lands, not ceasing,
Never soaking
Drops draw together
Finding their way over
Grassland and stones, pushing
Pebbles before
It moves effortlessly down
The mountain, becoming
A stream, a creek, then a river
Swollen and full
To the distant ocean,
The gentle Mountain rain
Collectively, persistently
Finds its way home
Either will draw together or will drift apart?
One day while marching
on the road to madness
I fell in love with a woman
known as sadness,
she rode up on the shore
glazed in sapphire honey,
knowing no mercy
slapping the land,
forgiveness in her thought,
studed destruction in her hand,
our wit and sheilds calashing,
the battle a draw - together -
we as one collapsing to the sand,
we engaged in hot behavior
but the game was always in her favor -
J.A.B. %
I still ransack
My entire recollections
For stray threads of our adore
And an innocent simper
On that delightful face
You bear.
I breathe your air
Inlaid in sinful
Melodies of our carnal want.
Maybe in the early hours
Of night
You’ll sink inside my feelings
And draw together
All my virtue,
Smashing it against my hurt.
It pains to see you wake and
Not lay next to my heart.
Perhaps I should disenchant
Myself from these poisoned
Dreams of you.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
i chase after my dreams hoping to grasp perfection as it is a dream where man
iniquities cannot be found a dream where all mankind is pure and love kindness
and eternal life is assured i dream of no worries a dream where love is the
center of attention and hate shall not be mentioned a dream where unity is the
foundation and soon will draw together as one nation. life as given me trials and
tribulations adversaries have tried to crook en my path and i look over with one
stare and laugh and say my destiny must be fulfilled even the wicked must be
killed. we all have dreams something we strive for and want to complete.
Fashion models, ball payers, surgeons, teachers,doctors,lawyers but my dream
is my dream and all the days i wake and within the steps i take with the prayers i
make i refuse, i refuse to fail because i'm destined for success. this is my dream
and i will succeed.
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