Without a thought springing to the others aid,
brushing aside words of gratitude received,
as a bliss mist, in waters of love we wade,
divine light of our soul from ego retrieved.
All doings are done by God and so are ours,
thus it’s His hand alone that heals bleeding scars,
so worthy hermit, to this truth hold on fast,
catching the winds of love by raising heart’s mast.
When you enable criminals
They will only criminal more.
Everyone’s a victim
Within their own mind if stunted
At an infant level of development,
And in a world that craves equality
But has unequal crime,
Infant mentalities are encouraged
Well past childhood.
As I told my misbehaving grandson recently
“If you don’t learn to control your temper
Society will control it for you
In a prison.”
That is of course
If you aren’t part of the enabled demographic
Which just learns to criminal more.
(10/3/25)
A little babe on the edge of Death
Doctor’s version of not much time left
In fact, Doctors stated boldly to prepare for a Funeral
No Funnel through uncertainty like a dark tunnel
A Grandmother with strong Faith prayed and asked the Lord about her Grandson in what the Doctor’s mentioned
The Lord responded that her Grandson will live, and be an inspiration to all for years to come
Your Grandson will bring joy and comfort in your later years
He will be one who will always persevere
That little Babe was me the Poet who wrote
I am standing and will continue
Faith and Assurance made it all possible
The Lord I stand
Life I commit
My testimony expressed throughout the land.
Bliss enabled, magnetism peaks
Nodes within form pulsate
Although there’s no one here who seeks
Rapture does not abate
We’re locked in to the light
Throbbing by day and night
Heightening heart’s delight
Fear disabled
Bliss enabled
i am an artist
i write because i feel
i write because somewhere the self censor button got removed, and
this thing we call technology
enabled and liberated
me
will i become famous?
i dont know
immortal?
i dont know
im just writing this poem to you right now
hoping for some peace
in this crazy world
hoping for some truth
hoping for some love.
The heart amounts to be.
Love is that amount enabled to see.
Hate is the contempt relieved.
The heart proceeds to beat.
Survival is that rhythm to breathe.
The mind perceives to be.
Adornment is that perception conceived.
Discourse is remorse besieged.
UNFINISHED
A brilliant child a bit wild
learning disabled not her style.
Creative redress
Reading a puzzle for this child
pb and d’s all made her smile
She’d pass the test.
A brilliant teacher not child
creatively challenging wild.
Creative address.
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