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Boots scrape cold stone~
the road unspools like old film,
each frame a town
where no one knows their names.
Twilight licks their shadows long.
A train expels
steel and distant oranges.
They swap coins
for warmth in paper cups~
the dark drinks their voices whole.
They trade silence
for the weight of the question:
Where next? The wind
carries no answer, only
the scent of distant rain.
The last train gasps,
a ghost leaving the platform.
They step aboard—
not toward home, but toward
the dark’s wide, waiting arms…
….and moonlight fills the creases
The bravery of the brush,
the broadness of the stroke,
yet the fearlessness of the line,
keeps it here through time.
Colors, textures, contrasting strokes
bring to life my imagination, my senses,
my consciousness, my breath itself.
A fusion into a magical constellation,
a universal heartbeat of infinite rhythm,
could this possibly come from
the madness of mental health.
An everlasting impression on canvas
which expels so many currents,
brings only pure joy to my soul.
Vincent, through your torment
you have unlocked my fragmented being
so to become whole.
I want to thank you for your sacrifice,
bringing joy to me and so many others as well.
The calm you have brought me from your storm
a gift that forever will help soothe my spell.
October 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 6-7
Key Verse – Luke 6:12 And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXEMPLIFYING
TO US THE VALUE OF PRAYER
Praise be to God for exemplifying to us
the value of prayer that:
Expresses our need for His help
Exposes our nearness to His heart
Exalts His nurturing toward our hoisting
Examines our naughtiness, hindering humility’s honesty
Expels our negativities, hurts, haughtiness and hopelessness
Luke 6:22 Praise be to the Lord for pronouncing
blessings for us while we:
Love Him with His compassionate might
Live for Him by His comfort and mercy
Let Him cover us around His marvels
Lead others to His magnificence
Learn from His miracles
Luke 7:9 Praise be to the Saviour Who
commends us of our faith:
Propelled by His Word
Propped upon His ways
Prospered with His wonders
Powered through His wisdom midst worship
Pushed toward His worthy work against worldliness. Amen!
October 10, 2024
Id love to write a poem that rewrites history
that unlocks consciousness
that speaks from an universal experience
that feels the rage of love
and the longing of lost
Id love to write a poem that doesnt do anything
that lingers in between “ahead of its time” and a “classic”
it hangs on the dusty shelf, misunderstood or untouched
it locks in on the misfortunate muses and never expels a rhythm or rhyme
Id love to write a poem that reads itself
Dare to dream
A mind to needs to understand
Convene words
Heart expels
Storms torrent the soul
Emotions cry out
A loud voice says commit suicide
Die and be forgotten
Surrounded by defeat with no victory
Story in
Approaching conclude with no soothe
Understanding and purpose collide
It’s like there’s a small boat unable to hold steady
The mind feeling like waves shifting here and there
Alone in the struggles
A sunset that quickly turns dark
No one knows what I feel
Reality is for real
A told story, but who is listening?
Anchored in one’s own theory
Mystery unknown
Tomorrow only a virtue
Words hold true
Where do I stand?
The day, moment and hour
Darkened walls with authority
The time getting shorter
Midnight could very well be the second
Death calls
I have only one breath
The hour
Time out
I die.
will i ever find a love?
a love my father failed of thought
a mother's love i never got.
a love with abundant craziness with right amount of holiness
a love which respects, aspects with complex in vertex
will i ever find a love?
a love which is a permanent compassion rather than a temporary obsession.
a love which is neither a temptation
Nor will never give me neglection
A love which turns my pressure into composure.
will i ever find a love?
a love that consumes me which doesn't exhumes thee
a love which make me less of resilient more of emollient
a love which provides me romance like in France without a glance
will i ever find a love?
a love that gives me what I deserve preferably not what it reserve
a love which is an artisry with ruthless honesty and shameless constancy
a love books taught me which dwell, swells and expels reality
Finally will i ever find a love?
a love which is timeless turns me fearless
A love which accepts my flaws without shoving claws
a love that exists and exhibits
not exits
SLEEP’S NOT THE MATTRESS
Sleep’s not the mattress, hard or soft.
It’s Spring with a rose sheet.
Expels her breath - a peaceful waft.
Copper eyes and smile’s sweet.
The curtain’s drawn - it’s dark.
What lovely dreams - they’re stark.
This queen, she made her mark.
In pale of darkness—
sleep’s not the mattress.
2/17/2022
Quietus
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The power of Christ compels
The power of Christ expels.
The power of Christ the church hasn’t known since he got the keys from hell.
If they did they wouldn’t have missed the message he painfully spelled.
He crossed his t’s and had his i’s harshly dotted.
So tell me then, church, are you sure it’s his message you spotted?
I thought he said love, I thought it his only rule.
But love you know not of, only how to make blood pool.
The power of Christ was buried in love
The power of Christ was meant to give us a shove.
To push us into community, caring.
To give some immunity to hate that is flaring.
The power of Christ compels you to go and do what he said.
To go out, to love, to give, Christ compels you. That’s why your faith’s dead.
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
October 1, 2021
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A night tide expels it,
leaves it
wallowing.
Salt has blistered,
nippers gnawed.
The carcass tumbles.
Tattered flesh flaps,
bone snaggles bone.
A figure emerges,
as if a mangled person
was escaping
the weakening clutch
of tentacled coils.
Waves lap
at the lolling mound,
cavities rupture,
gas bubbles take
luminous shape.
A figure emerges,
hatching
from rancid offal,
it stumbles toward
the lights of a village.
Remains hang together
clothing a riddled form.
Strips of denuded meat
drag behind.
It is famished,
even though its belly is
a bladder of corruption,
still, it is hungry.
It sees the warmly lit tavern,
imagines
a sweet fried fish on a skillet,
a glass of strong ale
waiting for the touch
of its macerated lips.
It had been a long swim.
the tide expels it
leaves
it wallowing
sun blisters
the carcass tumbles
torn flesh flaps
bone snaggles bone
a humanness -
as if a mangled person
trying to escape
from coils
from death
from the ocean within it
a kind of birth
a kind of shedding
a metamorphous
becoming
night laps
at the lolling mound
cavities rupture
gas bubbles take
luminous shape
a figure emerges
stumbles toward
the lights of a village
the remains hang together
they have been eaten
and now they are hungry
a raw
gaping belly rumbles
it imagines
fish in a skillet
a glass of strong ale waiting
for cracked lips
The old lady expels a sneeze that travels the length of the stadium
Landing with a salty splat on observers who are rooting for the other team
Yes! Yell her comrades, not realizing the other side has nuclear weapons
And little notion of how unleashing them may hurt the whole stadium.
Intense shivers ripple my spine;
She is coming …
We are stranded by her sweet sirens song of doom
I feel her hand upon my waist,
a sharp wrench
and my stability is gone
Her warm breath expels my feathery seed,
Their heads and roots chopped to make her tea
I have spent wasted time on feelings
ignored the warning of useless healings.
I was left in need
With a lifetime of misery to read.
I am not afraid
I will call for help.
Someone out there will say I love you
Someone will be true.
For a while, it will be heartbreaking
Until the ache begins fading
With toil and patient endurance
The quiet heart leads to peace.
You will find a new awakening
Like hearing back your voice speaking.
Time become my comfort
Every breath expels the dread of death,
I am not afraid of being broken
Hope reaches into dreams spoken,
It will be a new challenge opening.
Towards new life for healing.
I am not afraid anymore
I am a versatile striving conquer.
honoring love and more
Crossing deserted shores to explore.
At dawn the sun shall peak out and rise
illuminating the darkness of night that folds
fragmented rays stimulate with warm embraces
breaking through dawn that now holds.
Time retains the gladness of one’s life
death expels the afflictions before ones ascension
clouds that precede end of life now lift and disperse
paving a new journey without fear or apprehension
A wish from a Geni’s lamp is to be granted vitality
Behold he who stands below in the Lord’s glow of light
shall proceed through the columns of righteousness and faith
into the garden of Eden where life restores that folded night
Stars cannot conquer and bury the night
Darkness grips till the sun cracks her whip
sending a glow of nurturing light
Upon which darkness bids farewell to sleep.
Sleep as it may seem, the moon rules the night
but the sun governs and nurtures the day
when you stand in your garden rain will fall
followed by a rainbow that will forever stay
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