step back from the cliff
your twenties' brain on the edge
change is not decline
age redraws the roads we know
changing the way your brain thinks
stress rattles the frame
old minds need to avoid storms
rumination rusts
stronger pathways bear the load
as the brain's framework evolves
inside ageing brains
new supporting pathways grow
forming a framework
where nerves trace what years reshape
building a resilient mind
ongoing support
is needed to sustain growth
keep damage away
the stronger the inner frame
the further collapse retreats
movement wakes the brain
trodden pathways branch and bind
feed the frame, not flame
less abuse and fewer harms
give the scaffold room to grow
let the mind wander
explore unfamiliar ground
build fresh connections
try some things you cannot do
strange pathways form as you go
a time traveler
looks back, looks here, dreams forward
builds mental contexts
adds layers to the framework
as time bridges connections
there may be no cliff
if the pathways are well used
framework stays alive
by building mental bridges
transforming decline to change
More of what harms for, looms up through
Day's and night's
Good's and evil's, civilized, wild
Border frights.
I try to move on my free will I have prime aim to attain my goal
not allowing any interference. I'm always decisive
I believe, my life is mine. I choose own path to proceed.
Free Will’ is my priority. Any way I won't support any whims.
Each adverse comment I can ignore. I won't deviate from my motto of life.
My ‘Free Will ‘may be purposeless I stick to my decision .
I won't bother whether ‘Free Will’ harms others My steps to honour my determination.
‘ Free Will ‘ tries to dominate. ‘Determination ‘stands above ‘ Free Will.’
‘ Free Will’ fails to overcome ‘Determination’ Self confidence is focused on Determination’ I wish to live under shadow of ‘Free Will’ . Life is based on Determination’.Next comes ‘Fee Will’
Friends may be wondering why I pay
more attention to true romance,
since I was warned and told,
" Work your way to kindness,
and appreciate it more than gold. "
Falling too easily and too quickly
for somebody seems crazy. "
I should have listened
to my mom for once,
not given her a nasty look,
suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick.
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals,
invited beautiful girls over
on long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did I understand I was bad?
For each tear they shed,
no younger heart cried and bled
more than they did;
they were angels caught
in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises,
It opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me,
showing a false romance
that didnt make sense;
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there,
don't ever try this trick;
playing with false romance
harms innocent girls:
it's unkind, it's an awful fix.
All naughty boys
shouldn't be remembered
and loved,
but despised
and pushed aside;
they are the cause
of false romance.
Friends may be wondering
why I pay little attention
to romance since I was told,
" Work your way to kindness
and appreciate it
more than gold;
falling too easily and too quickly
for someone seems crazy."
I should've listened to my mom for once,
not given her a naughty look
and suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick:
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals,
invited beautiful girls over
on the long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did they understand I was bad?
For each tear they shed,
no young heart cried and bled
more than they did;
they were angels caught in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises.
It opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me,
showing them a romance
that didn't make sense;
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there,
don't ever try this trick,
playing with romance
harms innocent girls;
it's unkind, it's an awful fix.
Should naughty boys
be remembered and loved,
or be despised and pushed away?
They are the cause
of false romance.
don't let foolishness stain your pride!
When ideas aren't too vivid,
feel the absence of clarity,
scatter despicable hypocrisy
into each howling wind;
dream only of greater things:
show disdain and be enraged
at uncivil behavior that stinks!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
into the howling, furious winds,
let them carry to a distant planet
further than the Moon, Saturn, or Mars;
save Humankind from this toxic dust:
deceitful tyrants deserve no pity!
Nowadays, kids don't have sound minds
with determined goals for success,
no excellent grades to impress;
their thoughts are influenced by demons.
When their jokes are arrogant and miss wit;
when their laughter is without delight,
it's a clear sign of an alliance that harms
their existence with a sudden obsession with disgust.
It might be too late to lay their path straight,
each effort can save them from a suicidal state!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
in that tumultuous sea
with raging waves and high winds,
it'll strike any shore without a dire warning;
let parents heed it and save their children,
so they can live life peacefully.
There is balm in Gilead; there is balm for my soul
In the streams of the Jordan broken spirits are made whole
There are streams in the desert land that give healing within
And whoe’er tastes these streams of grace shall never thirst again
There’s a place where He pours out His grace upon the needy heart
Where at last things become complete yet suddenly things start
We can sing and hide beneath His wing, protected from all harms
There the Good Shepherd graciously shall bear us in His arms
There’s a mount in Canaan’s land; there’s a cleft in the stone
There’s a place where the wand’ring heart can fin’ly feel at home
There is rest in the Savior’s arms; there is rest for my soul
There is dear love and freedom ‘neath His yoke and His control
There’s a fount that springs from Zion’s mount that can cleanse us from sin
See the gates of the city opened wide to let us in
To the Son’s sweet goodness we shall run—to His unending store
In the house of our Savior we shall flourish evermore
434.
Wedding
Hear the church bells, hear it ring
For the joyful bride is coming
Let the groom open his arms
Like a shield protecting his host from harms
For this day they're destined to be one
One in heaven like the moon and sun
Best wishes to our couple forevermore!
-12/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*41st Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Forces fight to dominate us, to make us slaves and make us afraid.
Forces of good and bad, are always pulling, they want our life our energy and love.
Forces can make us work, for all the stuff we love so much, like our friends and family we value love above all else.
Sometimes we do not see the bad, we are taken in and then feel sad, we see the negative side of something and learn of the harms that they caused.
Forces like a storm, they strike at any time, they cause us stress and unrest, making us learn of our true best friends.
Forces move all around, they push us to places we could never imagine, some good, some bad, we pray for God to protect us.
So, loves remember there are good and bad, not all is as it appears.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Horrible heat harms
Until everyone
Moves like honey
Indefinitely slowing
Down all that are caught
In the heat
Tomorrow it may be better
You never know
Savior of a fallen race in our darkness shines Your grace,
Through the mire of sin and death we await Your heav’nly breath.
Shepherd of our troubled hearts, Comforter as life departs,
Cling we to each promise sure, there to lean as faith endures.
Wake in us Your will to do, let our eyes in faith see You,
Turn our sorrow into song, raise our voices loud and strong.
Shield us from the tempter’s might, though our sight be dark as night,
Place our confidence in You, make our wayward spirit true.
Rescue us from apathy let this plea be plain to see
For the souls enslaved by sin never see the dark within.
Chase away each doubt and fear let us to Your Word draw near,
Safely in Your loving arms we are freed from all that harms.
In our stead for sins You bled for our souls Your life was shed,
Raised from death to life with You, grant us grace to live anew.
Lift our hearts to You in prayer, let us always find You there,
Take away each spot and stain, walk with us upon the plain.
Time, the great equalizer, yet mastered by none;
Deadline’s enemy, said to fly when linked with fun.
An endless river flowing toward the future;
Excites planners anticipating adventure.
If time was the medium to settle the score,
Would it make people pause and reflect a bit more;
And gauge success by serving a higher purpose;
Not by the rat-race, keep-up, cash-chasing circus?
Asset? Liability? Depends on one’s use;
To daydreamers, it can be a life-wasting muse.
Valuable to those who save early in life;
But wait too long, and it engenders later strife.
A claimed healer of wounds, helping many forget;
Prior mistakes, harms, other sources of regret.
Time moves steadily forward, present becomes past;
Outpacing people, places, things that do not last.
Terrifying are the things that they have done
Forcing one to live in the cold and rain often without sun.
The people who should have shown love and care
Have broken my bones and will with mind control to fare
Often times angels come to recuse me
From the depths of the pit of death's memory
And with every breath a God sent grace
Murdering what they thought they loved
Making a cracked piece of an innocent child’s heart
Now indifferent and freed from further harms
That maybe even the Divine cannot forgive
Destroying who God put into their arms.
Trusting in the scales of justice at night
comforted by God’s embrace and light
Unaware they may have been
But surely not, not guilty of their horrific sin.
Their evil tried once and for all for destruction
When unsuccessful retreated to an underworld of death
and then returned until the devastion was complete
dying in the shadows trying to recover force
non-resilient in the face of eternal resilient good.
I'm here
A world I did not choose
I don't even know the purpose
So when you come to know who you can trust, you may already be in harms way or to emotionally drained. With eyes looking up or cast down, depending on fate you did not know.
Like a scattered puzzle waiting for a perfect fit, not knowing that it might mot stick and or you stay stuck in a muck.
Maybe a bit to late for a change because the picture is already created.
It could be so simple if you knew you had wings that could take you there and there and be gone.
Gone is done and done is not good enough for this place. So you stay and linger till your hold is gone.
So sway away
gone will takes its place.
Feeling
denied because there was no plot, so gone I certainly am.
Life comes as it goes
It is designed as it flows
The easiest parts
Come with the hardest darts
Aiming from all directions
Guiding you on your next connections
To strengthen your soul
And navigate through the celestial pole
An everlasting journey
That will reveal itself like a ferny
Come to discover your hidden abilities
It will cleanse any hostilities
From the depths
I rise!
No longer feeling the pain
Having been through it and coming out sane
It’s a hard knock life as they will say
Keeps coming at me every single day
Protecting my thoughts from being taken away
It comes as it goes and it will become a surprise
From the depths I rise!
Will continue to pray for strength
To battle these demons through a multi wavelength
Keeping them at bay
Rinses my soul off of harms way
No matter how many times the rain dries
From the depths I rise!
Not knowing how or where I will go
I will continue to flow
To the sound of my heartbeat
As the wind blows through me
Wiping away my tears from my eyes
From the depths I rise!
No longer hurt in fear
Does not matter if the end is near
It will always be blue skies
From the depths I rise!
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