It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
The calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
There is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
Hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
When it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
On the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
Time’s hands never stop;
All gets vanquished in its jaws;
It cares for nothing.
She walked the shoreline listening for truth, gathering shells of thought.
Salt wind shaped her longing, turning solitude into a calm inner tide.
From stillness she taught us grace—how ebb and flow remake a life.
BRAIN FLOW
Dark clouds moving on;
Winds of wisdom are blowing:
Well-breezed mind, soaring:-
I’m looking at the stream of life
But thinking of its sea,
While wondering who is free
To be what they should be.
Though life is short, it rambles on;
Still, we plan ahead until we’re gone
And before we die we realize
Our hopes and dreams metastasized.
Yet, after life what happens next?
We think we know, but only guess.
Yet, there are those who have a plan,
And forge ahead like a clergyman
Who is sure his beliefs cannot be shams.
They, too, look at the stream of life
While thinking of its sea
And wonder how to be free.
A QUIET EARRING POETIC FLOW
Quite sun
shining,
Quite green leaves
waving;
Quiet ears
ringing:-
In the silent
night,
Ears ring
quietly
to themselves:
Echoing
to me:-
The ears
continue
To ring
in profound
silence,
Echoing life:
When will
these echoes
reveal
Wisdom
and understanding?
Ringing
silent ears;
Let us give
thanksgiving praise
For echoing life:
Without quiet
ringing,
Would we be
in this loud world?!
Let us
be happy;
Wisdom and
understanding,
Quietly
ringing out:
God speaking
all languages;
Streaming all
our ringing ears:-
Wow, what
an amazing brain:
Quietly ringing
opened ears:-
Ears not only
hear all music,
They also quietly
play theirs:-
Flowing river, pooling puddles, sloppy drip.
Hold me warm
until I’m nothing but water.
Caress me, and I will give life to your earth.
Seeping blood into your veins
and rejuvenating your soul.
Then leave.
Because one day I will wake
without you beside me,
and the world will be so cold.
My rains will hail,
my lakes will freeze.
I will be ice
just to survive.
My winter will kill the life sowed.
I am only hard for so long,
until Spring springs,
as she does.
Her sweet charm
breaks me, soothing me back.
I will be a flowing river again.
Who is this force of power seducing my mind and enveloping my soul?
Flows of passion;
Ebbs of anger;
Flows of laughter;
Ebbs of silence.
Waves of love come crashing down on me…
the sand pulling me in as we become one with the waves.
He is my water, my love, my life.
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
seconds tick
minutes flow
hours pass
this I know
months have flown
and so, the years
age has caught me
could fill with fears__
but your assurance
in the Word
as Isaiah says
even in old age, I will bear you up
Proverbs 16:31
Job 12: 12
Leviticus 19:32
Isaiah 46: 4
Psalms 71: 18-19
Bright glow
World memorys flood
I desire runs inspired
I Reach humbly to get rich
Mind releasing, lo'
moving, washing clean
weeping course of broken dreams
river’s song quiets
A whisper of the falling rains
Scripts a pattern etched on the panes;
The ocean's tidal ebb and flow
Carve a design that ever glow.
The gentle sway of summer grass,
As fleeting winds serenely pass,
Slices shapes with a silken art,
A tiny, intricate, true heart.
The stars above, in silent flight,
Are set in patterns of the night,
The constellations, old and grand,
A story told across the land.
The pulsing beat within our chest,
A steady pattern put to test,
The breath we draw, the air we share,
A silent promise in the air.
So let`s learn patterns from nature
To carve diverse shapes and structure;
In every moment, small or great,
We find our truth, we seal our fate.
IN AND OF BEING WITH GOD:
A SOWING AND REAPING SENYRU FLOW
When you are with God,
You are unconquerable,
And can’t be outdone:-
Always be with God;
He’ll always navigate you,
And never leave you behind:-
When you’re feeling down,
Ask God for a helping hand,
And he will raise you:-
Oh, I once was lost,
But our God came and found me,
And fed me his words:-
Heavenly sown words,
Germinating serene fruits:
To reap and to share:-
We are like stagnant water, never moving, never flowing.
Trapped in silence, where shadows gather low,
A quiet pool that holds the dust of yesterday,
Unstirred by wind or whisper from above.
Yet deep within, a gentle call invites us forth,
To leave the stillness that weighs upon the soul.
We should be like a river, always flowing, ever changing,
Carrying light through valleys green and bold.
With every turn we yield to grace's guiding hand,
Washing clean the banks where sorrow once held sway.
We dance with stones that shape our path anew,
And nourish fields where hope begins to grow.
Grateful hearts, we thank the One who breaks the dam,
Who turns our quiet depths to living streams of praise.
No longer bound by what refuses breath or life,
We flow in freedom, bathed in mercy's endless days.
In humble joy we journey on, refreshed and free,
A testament to love that makes the weary whole.
For in this sacred motion, ever changing, ever true,
We find the beauty of a soul made new.
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