This word driven
I'm trying to be driven by the struggles and mad situations that iv be around ..iv got to be driven for the opportunities that I can see right in front of my eyes... I swear there isn't no better motivation more than the hard times we all have been around that's what made us hit the bottom..of of the ground in the the first place what made us stand up and look around. so be driven to make whatever it is in your own version. of trials and tribulations..work. and this word driven is a universal word what we all should used to prosper in what helps you in your
own terms.... and this word driven what we all face in life..... I hope this word driven can make life a little bit better in time
This word driven in time..because
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Poignant
Poignant is not a word
but theater every day.
It's the sweetest act most hidden
from the one who wrote the play.
Packaged in small to medium
it often goes unseen; never
tedium to the driven
who would rather climb than dream.
In speeches, books and interviews
of noted women and men,
Poignant never comes to mind
until they reach the end.
Son of man raised up
Driven through the cross
He died for our sins
Paid the price for our crimes
He rose from the dead
He is coming back to judge the living and the dead
Jesus is God
Trinity is true
Father Son and Holy Spirit three are one
Jerusalem is now Sodom and Egypt
Jesus is Holy
Jesus is God
Jesus is The Lord of Lords
King of Kings Jesus rules all the earth
Jesus Rose from the Dead
Jesus is the Only way to The Father
No way to God but through the Lamb of God
His Blood washed us clean
Jesus is The Only Way
The Glory of the Lord will return to us
He has not forsaken us we Must Trust In Jesus
There’s something
Innocent, pure
And wondrous
About a child’s
Love of snow,
Let’s hope the
Innocence stays
For we know
The snow
Will go!
The nadir of insanity, is engendered by a
controlling
Humanity, who on impulses of awareness
of mortality in all fairness.) Does
Propulse their very thinking.? And with efforts always plinking.' Whilst in despair and never blinking, dazelled by much lighting, and daubed in cosmetics..Its all rather frightening, and might well effect actions of health and thought connection.' Always dealing and extruding confidence
As precluding any workable continuam there is great proclivity, to? To? I'll term it
' turbo-binning ' as the waste of all their intense-ity.. biights earth and heaven with monstrosity's there is no
end to in truth; just 'oddity's' A 1970s car i'm told fired away.? I
Fail to see there beauty.. Rather insecurity its somewhat sad.. I sense, just some thoughts today.' As lost in denial.' Of reality (and certain files?) Not to mention trials.. They tinker with vials..Containing whatever.? Will make them. Younger;
ever clever clever.? To me its real alien, and why direction is failing.'
Its a loop despair ' and deep fear it seems that that drives them to eventually no-where.'
Child
moving forward
bouncing up
soaring high
midst wheelchair
drives mother's heart.
When questions are asked and the correct answers are given
it serves the purpose of knowledge which by inquiry is driven.
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Colors of sunsets
Artists cannot match
Yet we try anyway
~ our itch to scratch
Our identity within existence,
which reworded, simply means the ego,
pursues narrow goals, which is resistance,
to attachments we are loathe to let go
and therefore truth of Self we do not know.
Such a seeker ascends in vibration,
domain hopping across God’s creation.
Siddhis or powers imbibed and displayed,
keep such a seeker distanced from the source,
shifting roles, in different domains played,
until self-realising use of force
is of no avail, so then shifts life’s course.
Who God is we can never realise,
unless wayward ego we vaporise.
i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do
the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive
i get up in the morning determined
with a yearning to break free
driven to spark the momentum
for the many things i want to do
AP: 3rd place 2025
A spark ignites, a question form,
A curious mind that breaks the norms.
It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
A restless fire, a growing will,
From page to thought, from thought to deed,
It learns not just to know, but lead.
Mistakes are steps, not cause of fear.
Each stumble makes the vision clear.
Observe, reflect, connect, and create.
The mind evolves at every gate.
Through wonder, work and reflection,
We built the bridge to education.
No walls confine, no chains restrain,
A learning mind breaks every chain.
For knowledge is not just a notation,
Its life itself, a mind in motion.
The Centerfold On Frost Field.
As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help.
With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet.
Valiantly I break ground!
As I grasp my axes within twain of my hands.
Though exasperated, I release my mournful cry!
With my last aggression, I let loose my inner berserker!
To bastion, for glory, for thy honor, for thy blood, for thy bonds!
Feet thunderous as I break earth upon each step!
As I run my breath hits the frozen air, like lava melting even frozen fear!
Valiantly my body adapts, with the fortitude of the gods.
Volatile is my mind as I rush into fighting the fowl fiends!
Alone I stand against the devastating foes!
With the tenacity of the witcher I fight against their enemies!
With blood, sweat, grit, and tears, I shred them to bits!
One by one they befall my feet, in thy raven's eyes they feed.
Only by Valkyrie's hand on frostfield, may I be saved!
With my battle born cry I continue to slay!
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Your mind can take you places
let your eyes be the judge of what you see.
Is a bin not a bin?
Is a rose not a rose?
I could call on deception, flattery, duplicity,
misdirection.
I have tamed my rage,
but you’re quick to see my movements,
quick to trace my engagements.
Fighting on the back front doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.
Your lows, your deeds
they’ll draw me down from angles on high,
like coins dropped from a skyscraper,
scattering, unpredictable, inevitable.
Think what you will, think what you may.
Believe you’ve won, believe you’ve slipped away.
But I will come.
I will collect.
I will cash that cheque.
Whispering words drip, drip blooD,
Reveries, red stained on papeR:
Inked emotions falling like confettI,
Tears plunge writing of luV,
Entwined in my heart achE;
Raw emotions again and agaiN.
DRIVEN INTO MADNESS—The ELD
(Psychological impact of the Electronic logging Device)
Here I sit,
feeling like I will go insane –
Time has become a prison,
the clock is a ball and chain,
I’m wide awake –
and I need to go!
But as I watch the clock,
it still says, “NO!”
I’m being driven into madness,
without moving from this place;
Chomping at the bit,
I need to start this race!
Since people are not robots,
can clocks make driving safer?
Are ELD’s also defective,
because they are working against human nature?
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