Did you embrace the shadow I became?
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace.
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place.
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace,
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place,
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare.
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare—
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
I still remember events when I was two,
The scent of milk, the color blue—
A pulse beneath my skull that never dies,
Whispers from the Gland of what is true.
Tiny furnace in the darkened brain,
You balance hunger, thirst, and ache,
You dream while wide awake,
You script the joy and orchestrate my pain.
Sunlight touches neural seas,
Old sparks ignite along their veins,
Each synapse hums with coded lines,
Translating warmth to memories quiet.
You are the clock, the flame, the heart—
Where time begins, yet never parts,
This gland that lets the soul recall—
How even at two, I remembered it all.
And the 0.07 volts that runs our brain.
the flaws you see when you look in the mirror
are not visible to the world
stop judging yourself so harshly
stop diminishing your self worth
you are not the sum total of all your failures
nor those missed opportunities in life
you are a child of the Heavenly King
and a sibling to the Lord Jesus the Christ
you are a unique creation of God
individually and perfectly formed
and any slight dents you believe you have
can't stop you from being resilient and strong
they only give more character
and a purpose to manifest
they only add to your life's experience
and propel you to do your best
you are perfectly formed
see yourself as God sees you
and as your loved one's view you as well
for you are an awesome outcome of a life well lived
just go forward and continue to excel
Last night, a not quite fully-formed
Poem peeked out from my brain.
I wanted to get out of bed
But sleep controlled the rein.
I struggled to repeat the lines,
Committing them to where
They’d lodge inside my mem’ry bank
And safely settle there.
Of course, I knew I should get up
And jot them in a note,
So in the morning I could look
And find the words I wrote.
Alas, I couldn’t follow through
And thus fell back to sleep,
The poem, all cozy, tucked back in
And nestled way down deep.
Sixteen missing socks were two-stepping it good in summer’s twilight.
Their mates had gone home without them but what was their plight?
Were they mated with another or thrown out with torn paper white?
Sixteen missing socks decided to form their own little gang one night.
I know this may seem mean, and it is not really kind or right.
But I am tired of looking for my partner to find me with any kind of fight.
Being lost in the bowels of the laundry mat gives me a terrible fright.
I wish I could be found said the organizer, an argyle named Mr. Slight.
Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain,
with weathered roofs and walls rock steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn.
Trump with mal formed brain
seems so easy to explain
does drive us insane
Formed of dirt and clay
Creator i am of thy
Breath of God fill me
Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever-ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain
with weathered roofs and walls rock-steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn.
She wakes in a half dream,
In ash-green and crimson
Flower etch print gown.
A natural olive cream tint
To her complexion.
Flawless is her love
In a world of imperfection.
Her head bent down
Full of tangle brown
And blond waves,
With arms outstretched.
Richness through Lent.
Spiritually filled.
Spiritually led.
Wisps of obscure doves’
Flicker and scatter,
Contrariwise
And rise upwards
The ash-green sky;
Chasing away
The ill-spoiled yoke.
Giving way
To quench
The thirst of pure Love.
From ashes,
Beauty is formed from the sowing.
4/13/2020
Created are we into the image of God
from the dust of the earth, we are made
God has FORMED us for His honour
out of His greatness, this image was laid
But then a major problem was found
this image was now DEFORMED by sin
when Adam sinned all mankind fell
separated from God eternally never counted in
But God had an awesome master plan
His son Jesus would come and die
on Calvary's cross as the perfect substitute
three days later rise to life no longer to lie
Then, God, the holy spirit came down
as Jesus the son went heaven-bound
this spirit TRANSFORMED many a heart
to display God's spirit in them be found
So God's spirit would bring a life of change
producing Jesus in all that truly believed
CONFORMED one day to the Lord Jesus
when they see Him so eternally they cleaved
(The believer's history so formed:
1) Formed in God's image
2) Deformed from God's image by sin
3) Transformed into God's image by the spirit
4) Conformed one day to the Lord Jesus Christ when we see him.)
This amazing truth blows the mind
the eternal God who created everything
speaks here personally to His prophet
to tell His own what He did bring
astoundingly God knew us before birth
for He formed us in the womb
but scripture speaks of even before
the Lord knew us before we'd room
God in eternity past knew all things
even before creating us in every aspect
He, in particular, knew all of to know
this is the God of all time to connect
In every respect, God set us apart
for He has a purpose for everyone
we all need to heed His every word
walking in step with the heavenly one
This is the great God we adore
for before time He certainly was
and after time God will always be
this is our God with no flaws
(The word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”)
Jeremiah 1: 4,5 (NIV)
water douse earth life
melting ice push penguins end
shake from head to tail
3/5/2018
Global warming;
Melting ice could push penguins to extinction
there's a passion burning from deep inside
a desire for blood in my thirst quenched soul
things in life are getting way out of control
each of us goes through certain phases
all where looking for is an inner place
some how it may come from outer space
a social disgrace in my Peyton place
many are filled up with lies does it come as no surprise
man, women & child getting a little bit wild
flirting faces certain traces in these places
the passion now burns as a volcanic ash
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
we all have reason to believe
but only a few get down on there knees
Alice Cooper is a jewel to share with us a new rule
vibrations from the outer banks of town
everybody want to get on down
its never to late when you live by faith
for he is always there
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
lest I refrain another turn of the page
there are lines being drawn in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
an alter ego
was formed
through out
the years
parallel to
the one originally
seen at first glance
went from positive
to negative in the blink
of the mind's eye
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