I didn't understand,
God was holding my hand.
I was lonely,
God was holding my hand.
I was hungry,
God was holding my hand.
I was sick,
God was holding my hand.
I was depressed,
God was holding my hand.
I was anxious,
God was holding my hand.
I was scared,
God was holding my hand.
I was bitter,
God was holding my hand.
I was regretful,
God was holding my hand.
I was angry,
God was holding my hand.
I was greedy,
God was holding my hand.
I was sinful,
God was holding my hand.
I was without faith,
God was holding my hand.
I was suicidal,
God was holding my hand.
I'm still here,
Now I understand,
God is holding my hand.
The Master is resource
Not me
I do my service for a fee
I am neither client
Nor workforce
I ain't the source
I am the Force
I'm Source
This faulty government of yours
Attempts my Navy to coerce
I'll use the force
I swear
I will use the Force
And I won't have any remorse
For this
As such the function is Defense
We bear not fall to offense
Contingent plan ruins prediction
I rather do prefer the fission
I want to change subject of the indiction
I wanna drop specific firms the box
Says Ox
Addressing the vocabulary
Of the Journalism
So what's your algorithm
VS complexity of Army
Your cyber isn't really way
To farming
I believe
Shall you be giving all to them
And feel yourself as modest servant
If church implant within your SERVICE
Determined as the diversant
Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is...
If I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
You can't force nor
Can you choose anyone
To be the ANTI-CHRIST
It's not up to you
It is solely up to
GOD and his miraculous
Choice and his timing
I.
The night was as thick as melted asphalt
when her prehistoric form
emerged like a monument
in the sand
and each egg that descended
spiked the air with the scent of birth,
sweet, pungent,
and female.
Drunk with labor,
she could not sense the mass
of people that surrounded her,
the eggs that slid through her rubbery body,
or perhaps the knowledge
that, in minutes, she would abandon
them forever.
Who could know
how far she had traveled
or what force had pulled her home
like snare
in that death-black sea.
II.
Do they look for her
when they have pushed their way
through the grit and sand
or fumble for the safety
of her strong flipper
when all she has left behind is instinct
cold as the saltwater
that must sting their newly formed eyes.
Decades later, the few that survive
will rotate the earth with their memories,
the turbulent water pressing
against them like sadness
to return to the place where they were born.
And when they reach it
do they search for her
before entering that trance,
wanting to see that she, too, has come back
and has been waiting all this time
in the darkness.
“Beyond her limits, searching out new sand-
exuberant with life, she takes her stand.”
_by Poet
The ocean breathes with rise and fall of waves,
and with a passion, hunts the peaceful shore
to endlessly roll out her swell that craves
to crash the rocks, withdraw, and thrash once more.
Though calmer wind and current often paves
her tranquil scenes that turn around the score;
akin to peaceful flows of placid streams-
her ripples glow on mirrored moonlit beams.
"When the heart speaks, love listens.”
— Robert M. Hensel.
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Find time to listen to what my heart says,
Like gentle winds whisper, hear its soft sways
Of emotions so pure, deep, and profound,
On the strength of a love, solid and sound.
That no force can push into extinction,
A heart beating true—my love’s distinction.
Don't be afraid
On road of life
Don't surrender.
No matter what
The weather is
Bring your sunshine.
Some road can be
Traveled alone
Strolled bravely.
How far dream is
Only one leap
To go along.
Okay I now understood what they meant by the school
academy
the uniform is a brotherhood
of man,
tis the gun is yet unknown but only for a little a thing,
little a thing.
How often in our town we often might have thought
this is a kind of cinema or video or news
this is something powerful and fine.
Once it is said let find a school , let do it, and let it be
true for the uniform it admire
and for the uniform is something.
Okay, the world was once a small house that now
is growing, Okay twenty years now passed by- fresh
- and tender.
What does it mean is for-to- concerning this kind of
thinking of school academy?.
One foot in front of the other,
Listening to the Mother.
Rumbling and tumbling,
Through the water.
And thought about,
The path it sought.
Since it began,
A trickle in the sand.
A puddle on the land,
S?ince time began.
Winding and Flowing,
Finding its way.
Eroding and growing,
Never knowing,
Where it's going.
Bestowing life,
T?o all along the way.
A path now showing,
It'll never sway,
Stays the course.
Patiently waiting,
Building up force.
A persistent existence,
Going the distance.
The path of least resistance,
Can change in an instant.
Is life any different?
Unstoppable,
Flowing freely.
Controllable,
Packaged neatly.
Who will you be?
Contained, trained,
Refrained from its domain.
Or connect together,
Let our river of life,
F?low on forever.
Red flags forsworn, my trajectory fell
Into the gravity well of your spell;
My soul is intact,
My body in fact -
Split between love or lust, I cannot tell.
You are a rogue element at my core,
The current conducts me towards the door;
But my body, lame,
Hard into the game,
Outcome forsworn, it charges for encore.
Laws of physics applied in humankind,
Amplify frictions of a human mind.
Attract or repel -
Yet under the spell
One human law’s evident, Love Is Blind!
Is this music made of magic?
Or does it vent its violence
fired by fury, fuelled by force?
Does music trip Milton’s light fantastic
with nimble heartedness -
or fight with furore, feast on frenzy?
It can be a disease, fanatical,
as these hands, these fingers,
these tips, these nails
perform, carry out their execution.
I wonder with fixed eyes as I take that punch,
or deliver one in this duel we did not choose.
(14 Jan 2025)
Beyond the skyline, I watch an expanse
outside this earthly realm…
torches of balls glitter in seamless motion,
orange streaks rolling in random numbers,
circling ' round their territory
like crystal fibrils wheeling, darting,
perhaps prancing…
Yet in relays, heavenly bodies afar
do not collide with one another
each of them holding an alchemy where
millions are unnamed, undefined, unattained.
Pray tell, of what purpose do they rule
through a mystery, perceived by
human theories, not by an imprimatur
of a Source's universal law?
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch their faces and claim
residence within this galactic space
... but for now, mark it
as a restricted passageway.
I got the spark, lighting the way
I got the will, to seize the day
I got the
I got the
I got the power, strong and vast
Courage and hope, we’ll shape the past
© daniel miltz
Love is prone to be
A person's weakness
It can also be
The strongest armor
Love is the very thing
Best worth trying
And pursuing without
Hesitation in the world.
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