When cage is cask,
And whip is knife,
Blood's to flask,
As wrist's to life.
For every sip,
There's but cage and whip.
Tis better to skip,
And equip your grip.
We're most spontaneous for the recognition we require from others,
Known for the masks we equip from day to day life.
The struggle has become so fierce,
to the point that I cannot determine who I am,
the mask has been worn for so long and now I can’t determine what I am.
I think I’ve become a fiend,
the kind of beast that never reveals its teeth.
It has been so long with time and with how I have worn my cover.
That it even seems like I am in a hidden affair with my so called lover.
Who am I? I am believed to be a friend.
What am I? I now know that I’m your end.
Dive under and envision my personality,
and see how I’ve been destined to be.
Everyone really is dazzling in their own way,
we all celebrate our individuality even though it might be grey.
True beauty is in the unseen, no mask, no cover, and no disarray.
Let the Hope of Glory rise,
Burning bright within our skies.
That which once was dry shall live,
Breathing in the life He'll give.
The keys of change are now in hand,
Don’t leave your dreams in a distant land.
Hopes and vaults from the past release -
For this new season brings strength and peace.
New strength, new joy, now fill the air,
God's mighty move is everywhere.
Here in this land His Glory waves abide,
Swift and wide, they will not hide.
All the world shall see Him send
His Blood gates flowing without end.
Let it pour where need is great,
In body, soul, and spirit’s state.
Chains will break and hearts revive,
Our gifts and dreams will come alive.
Creativity rise in vibrant glow -
The Lord ignites what once lay low.
Now is the time to seek His face,
Engage and feel His heavenly gaze.
Ask Him to train, equip, and guide,
With faith and vision at your side.
Revelation, direction too,
For days ahead, He talks with you.
Listen close, to His gentle voice which is so near,
To reach our expected end, so true and clear.
Constantly the heart will ripen
as we focus on God's word.
Application brings to life and
fortifies the things we've heard.
Diligently we will listen
to the wise ones of the fold.
Confidently we will glisten
by applying what we're told.
Measurably we're maturing
as we grow from year to year.
Tribulations we're enduring,
conquering what causes fear.
True success amounts to struggle
as we're seeking to progress.
Qualities we try to juggle,
ever faithful nonetheless.
By improving spirituality,
we equip the new personality.
Chanté Walker
Wednesday December 4, 2024
Donald Trump, our leader bold
With promises of futures told
Through challenges, he steers the ship
As voices rise, let change equip
© daniel miltz
Why do we start with ideas, the seeds of human might?
To shape our destinies, to make our futures bright.
But how do we turn those ideas into a path so clear?
With goals and purpose guiding us, dispelling every fear.
Are these lessons taught in schools, to each and every one?
Or do we let them wander, until their days are done?
Do we inspire them to dream, to set goals high and true?
Or do we leave them drifting, with no idea what to pursue?
And what of human nature, the motives driving all?
Do we teach them how to harness them, to rise and never fall?
Why don't we delve into the depths of human thought and strife?
To equip them with the tools they need to navigate this life?
Are integration and equations all that truly matter?
Or should we focus more on how to mend a friendship shattered?
Do we emphasize the power of connection, of relationships strong?
Or do we leave them to figure out where they truly belong?
For in the end, it's not just knowledge that paves the way,
But understanding people, and what they truly say.
So let us teach with passion, with purpose, and with care,
To shape a generation that's ready to boldly dare.
Lord, please fill our hands today
And make us holy unto You
Please take all sin and guilt away
That we might raise clean hands to You
Fill our hands that we might be
Your ministers who spread Your Word
Till all the earth Your reign shall see
Till all have known and all have heard
Fill our hands, that we might spread
The glad, good news of liberty
That You have risen from the dead
To save our souls and set us free
Fill our hands that we might fight
And train our fingers for the war
To stop the wrong, defend the right
Fulfilling what You made us for
Fill our hands with strength, that we
Might heed whate’er You say to do
Equip our hearts that we might be
Your witnesses of what is true
Fill our hands, that we might guard
The covenant we made with You
For Your commands are not too hard
The things we promised, we shall do
Fill our hands that we might be
A temple made of living stone
That in us might Your presence be
Within our hearts, Lord, take Your throne
Fill our hands with Your strong hand
That leads us toward Your mission’s call
That guides us homeward, to Your land
Please consecrate us, Lord of all!
A genie's lamp cannot compare,
To smoke awoken from my breath,
Slithered out in ancient swear,
Unshackled life from sudden death.
Hear me now in brazen bond,
Bow to me, before now still,
From truth ye once had to abscond,
In fevers, shaken by silent will.
From my hands,
Whose neurons lick,
The lightening to the mind.
Pineal guide to beguile,
Beneath the feet: the lands.
The tides, the sands, the echo chambers,
Stalactite caverns, incisors drip,
Chomping sedentary angers,
Stalagmite joys equip.
Crickle, crackle,
Fire burn,
Electroluminosity,
Cackle at the broken shackle,
Gargantuan pre-ponderosity.
Lexical endorphins breach,
The code of dialect,
Yet encrypt in empty preach,
These passwords left unchecked.
Anandamide is left to hide,
Before celebrities of bliss,
Confused by knowledge ever wide,
By eyes unknown, remiss.
Never mind,
My mind's unkind,
To those whose cerebellum lacks,
The able to unravel fable,
From facts I've meant for find.
Bow to me,
Not you, myself,
Dear reader if you chance,
Occipital, cortexical,
Step in languid dance.
Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts. The last line should equip you with a thousand more versatile ways, only do not pick up there, there is nothing to pick up there, in reluctance.
How do you knit a pattern? When are you true there? Are you not there, in full blown swing of completion?
De-glamorize your thoughts. Then only you will be able to see the worker bee, the one you are yearning to see, not the other one.You are an intended dress, not the dress yourself. You are a caller or a caller tune, there is an ocean between these two.
Love deeply. Love aimlessly. Then this will be less overwhelming , less intense to bear the pain within. Touch the olive tree still standing there in that grassy field, with the lush of green with the hue of red in the coloring fauna to mean something, meant only for you.
And then, you will find that you are not even an inch closer to Tagore, where you started in the very first place.
But never lose heart.
Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts…
based rather loosely upon all the misinformation we receive
we latch onto opportunity to decide what should be believed
propelled by wants and needs, racing headlong toward uncertain future
forgetting day shall come when none remember who, what or if we were
obscuring right and wrong, hoping results cause consensus to appear
over the tortured course of many a long and distinguished career
guided ever onward by words and solemn wisdom from those who weren't
living an existence which we will claim to be fully transparent
overconfidence codifying into shining satisfactions
hiding the attempts to equip our lives with selective redactions
struggling tirelessly to establish the very nature of what is
careful measuring of murky depths shows how unwise placing trust is
eventually becoming lost in process of analysis
Can you try your luck at something in a video game?
Try as many times you can, before you inevitably explode?!
In unrelenting anger?!!
Especially if you were one step away from the feeling of supremacy, but
joined the fallen from one clever AI.
Welcome to the world of first-person rage. Make sure you don't equip stronger weapons if you want to keep self-bragging rights when you finally accomplish everything on THAT level.
Because if you can't take the difficulty then you have no right to bear the arms awarded by fictional army men and women.
How stubborn are you to beat this level?
How stubborn was I? Stubborn enough to feel the letdown when trying again the next day.
And when I finally heard the sounds of "Mission Complete", I couldn't breathe a sigh of relief any harder than I did right then and there.
Now I put down the controller, and wait for my next cold crushing challenge.
Books of life cannot be fully writ,
Cosmic egg comes with dark space unlit,
Come O Death if ye must,
Ready I’m to be dust,
We have an old custom, guests to greet.
Pray, be frank, no need to be discreet,
Come like a dark matter on retreat,
If only to take me,
Waiting I’m and ready,
Cut this beat around bush and be straight.
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Reflections | 03.11.2022| Limerick (only as a format)
Poet’s note: Not that I am inviting Death to take me. But if it does come, I am ready today to greet it. For, I feel, Death is to equip the soul with a new body and revised plan for the onward journey. I hope and wish, when it actually comes to call, I would still feel the same.
See what to do next to rectify
Don't brood over past losses
Wisely prevent them via wisdom
This is the way to gain success
Surely there will be a fine way
To enable you to end all failures
Once you detect that way to solve
Your happiness is firmly insured
Take into account every advice
But, before implementing them
Use your brain and heart fully
A remedy will then come out
People are eager to give advice
But, it is left to us to take it
We must never lose our peace
By landing into a huge trouble
If we develop an analytical mind
We can take adequate steps rightly
And grab the solution skillfully
To enable us to lead a happy life
Prayer is surely a powerful force
That may equip our mind strongly
If we shrewdly take its support
We can face any hurdle boldly
Efforts and prayer are two oars
By using which we can handle tears
Our bliss is in our possession only
Be aware of it and lead life nicely.
See what to do next to rectify
Don't brood over past losses
Wisely prevent them via wisdom
This is the way to gain success
Surely there will be a fine way
To enable you to end all failures
Once you detect that way to solve
Your happiness is firmly assured
Take into account every advice
But, before implementing them
Use your brain and heart fully
A remedy will then come out
People are eager to give advice
But, it is left to us to take it
We must never lose our peace
By landing into a huge trouble
If we develop an analytical mind
We can take adequate steps rightly
And grab the solution skillfully
To enable us to lead a happy life
Prayer is surely a powerful force
That may equip our mind strongly
If we shrewdly take its support
We can face any hurdle boldly
Efforts and prayer are two oars
By using which we can cross tears
Our bliss is in our possession only
Be aware of it and lead life nicely.
Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2022
Just like a fish needs water to breathe, we need water as well to live. We need the living water that flows within, and the living water of His blood Jesus Christ that saves, and consumes our souls. The living water of Jesus Christ mends broken hearts, and it brings a new perspective to our lives. We need water, and food just like we need God's unending love, and mercy to sustain us. We need Jesus' Holy Spirit to guide us, strengthen us, and just like living water we need it to seals us until the day Jesus Christ calls us home. We need the Holy Bible for it fills us with wisdom, and everything to equip us to do every good work of Jesus Christ. Thank God Yahweh for His love and mercy, and just like water He is the reason that we live.
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