Dear Lord above in case you're real
right now I pray to thee,
To help me with my inner self
to change the way I be,
For many years and many days
this has been my life,
I even couldn't call it quits
for my kids and my wife,
Wish I may wish I might
give me the will to fight,
To gain control of my life back
and even of my sight
"To make pearls out of grit
is to make sorrow and hardship a thing of beauty"
A Higher Power
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
I have changed habits,
though they were deeply ingrained
but only through God.
The Divine Soul
possesses three gifts of light.
The first ripples outward,
touching the lives of others.
The second radiates upward,
connecting to Source.
The third is a beacon,
drawing in energy from the Universe.
The Soul both gives and receives -
illuminated and illuminating.
Like a shining water lily
glistening on a pond,
it's imperceptible breath
blows rings across the surface.
This is the Soul interacting with others,
leaving impressions,
making memories,
whispering it's truth.
A floodlight in the flower's center
reaches through darkness,
tethered to Spirit
who protects it from above.
Butterflies are drawn
to the glowing petals -
messages from Angels,
signs from beyond.
When we see
the brilliant trinity of all we inhale
and all we expel,
we become one with the Soul of our creation.
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
a higher being is a higher power
a higher being is a higher source
a higher being is a higher source of a galaxy
a higher being is a source of a higher power
a galaxy is a source of a higher power
a galaxy is a source of a higher source
a universe is a higher source of a higher being
a source of a galaxy is a source of a universe
time is a strength of a universe
a universe is a strength of a universe
a universe is a strength of a higher power
a universe is a strength of a higher source
time is a strength of time
time is a strength of a higher being
time is a source of strength
a galaxy is a source of a galaxy
a galaxy is a source of a source
time is a strength of a strength
time is time’s strength
a higher being is a strength of a higher source
a higher source is a strength of a higher power
I have one unified goal,
To have my mind
And body
Work effortlessly together.,
Like one piece
To a whole.
Maybe then,
I’ll have a sound
Mind and soul.
Balance is key,
If something’s off,
Change it.
Don’t
Waste
time ,
Trying to find a way
To make instability work.
Following a righteous path
Makes the journey
A beautiful life.
I surrender to a life in recovery.
My sobriety is worth more
That sleepless nights
And senseless conversations.
There are days
When all I wanted to do
Was to collapse into bed.
My recovery is a tender seed,
I must nurture it
To see it grow.
Once I tap into my
Inner strength
Then I’ll see it grow.
Open the window to my soul,
Let’s see the resiliency.
Stubborn?
No,
That’s raw strength.
Lift the fear,
To shoe the real me
That’s underneath.
After so long,
Addicted to anything
I guess something just clicked.
I turned to God
And made an offering.
Faith for forgiveness,
To regenerate my soul.
I have no belief in a higher power
But you believe in children?
Yes
A new baby?
Sure
A tulip?
Of course
But you have no belief in a higher power?
None.
I do not know where to go from here actually.
Higher
Power
Save me
From
Myself
he did not make me whatever it is that i am
he does not control what i do with my hands
he did not define what thoughts run through my mind
he does not dictate what words i will find
he did not allow me to break free of this grasp
he does not stop me from completing this task
he did not speak when i told him my aims
he does not participate in my intricate games
he did not stop me from becoming fully fledged
he simply pushed me when i got too close to the edge
20
I don’t even wanna talk
About drugs anymore
Got offered brown today
And I turned him down
Told him I don’t do that
Anymore and eyes wide
He said ok my bad
Sobriety and God
My Higher Power
Keep me safe
I hold my breath
And she takes her first
Every day
We fight for one more breath
And I'm a little wiser
Than I once was
But I've got room for growth
I don't have all the answers
But after searching
I finally found a higher power
Look at the times
Too many wicked rhymes
And I've got one voice
And I take a deep breath
And I scream
I paint the sky every time I breathe
And so do you
So does the newborn child
Collectively we paint the sky
It's a beautiful canvas
Strewn with a rainbow of colors
In my heart of hearts
That beauty is reflected
It's so profound
How I finally found
A higher power to believe in
Because there is no power greater
Than love
You win. I withdraw.
I acknowledge your terms.
Embrace my weak flesh.
Love me that I may admit
Defeat. Make your will be done.
(Acrostic Tanka)
for the contest Resignation.
They call out to me.
Every second of every day.
Millions of voices,
in thousands of languages.
Seeking refuge for their souls.
They ask for help.
They ask for safety.
They ask for guidance.
Not realizing,
that their life is their own.
Their choices determine their outcomes.
Every cause produces an effect.
Favor is granted by utter circumstance.
Free will was given,
but is often forgotten.
Penance takes the place of accountability.
I am merely a figure,
an object for you to look to;
A blueprint of hope,
a design of faith.
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