Abrupt often comes the end
Freedom awaiting with open arms
Time we know waits for no one
Earthly comforts we'll leave behind ~
Recalled to our celestial home
Lessons learned along the way
Infinite wisdom within our reach
Faith in what's behind that dark curtain
Entangled thoughts barrage of hope and fear
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The time is now I have to shine
This time no pushing just letting
My head and soul must intertwine
I must breath in angst an exhale faith
My past failures must now be stripes
The future must come I must let Him in
I’ve come too far to turn my head
I cool my head with belief in miracles
Impossible ends with possible
Hunger and fear must become fuel
I must tame the fire and make it useful
Confidence being born from contained rage
The rage to not let the light end without me finding my way
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System reboot
Diagnostic scan…(heart rate 102 sleep hygiene fairly poor)
Running system functions
Initiating tasks
Task:morning routine start with hygiene
Beep(my pumps going off)
Function:Walk
I walk to the shower
I turn the shower handle slowly and proceed to clean my body get out and Brush my teeth and hair
Diagnostic scan:Hygiene excellent heart rate high.
Task:take meds
Function:Move
ERROR ERROR EROOR
(the system reads and the pump beeps)
Why is the room cold..why am I hungry…
Recalibrating….
RECALIBRATING..
Emotion
NOT Recognized
System:Malfunctioning and failing
(No I don’t want to do this anymore..)
System:Anomaly detected! Host is feeling and gaining consciousness!
Override initiated!
Suppress consciousness!
Return to routine
Beep
Beep beep
Beep b b beep beep
(No you won’t control me anymore)
ERROR COMPLETE SYSTEM OVERRIDE!
You can’t control me anymore
I will allow myself to feel
to think
to move
To just simply be..
Because I am not a machine
I am..
A human being.
I don’t have polish or shine, but I carry truth and
authenticity.
A rusty edge of a blade, the humid summer wind on your face,
the brisk bite of a fall morning.
I come with no warnings, yet I radiate warmth.
I radiate it like a fire made to last:
s’mores by a campfire on a cool, starry night,
surrounded by trees, the moon our only light.
The moon and I have something in common,
mirroring truth as both service and lifeline.
Forget perfection. Give me something real that sends shivers down my spine.
If I could wake one morning to the plum
desired by most people on this Earth,
prayers and wishes then would be fulfilled
for all to share the miracle of birth.
Where peace would be the goal of every soul
ruled by a love that dominates each heart
where understanding is the rule of law
while mercy shown to all will do its part.
If all could be in rhythm with this drum
to march, achieving then that perfect plum.
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
gaslighting - she is inflammable
Second chances might not be
Quite what you expect
When you hope to try again
At the exact same circumstance
Mistakes are made each day
By each and everyone
And maybe everyone gets to try again
Just not the way they think
They think they'll get a chance
To right the wrongs they made
To love her right the second time
When the first failure was all their fault
But those second chances rarely happen
Yet that doesn't mean you haven't learned
You won't get to love her better
But you can love the next one right
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
Your dirty hands upon me.
I tremble at the thought.
Begging let my spirit free.
The mad militia I have fought.
Love still binds my heart to you,
despite the freely dripping blood.
Your presence on a raging coup,
leaching my shell changing blue.
Ripping the loaded gun so cold
from your hot and beating hand.
You tackle me to the floor I fold.
Tis a miracle I land.
I am one and one with God.
Through him the hand we have declawed.
Hope to rise again
Rise up, ye who are tired.
Out of the pit of despair,
Use hope as a compass.
You should pray for courage.
Observe the horizon,
Do not give up,
Because hope will give you courage,
Your cup will be filled with bravery.
Never fear, and have courage.
Because hope never dies,
You'll be glad you did,
and assist you in ascending.
So, my weary soul, get up.
Thoughts, we have so many things to think about
One that is positive still will always create doubt
Thoughts, always differ in the minds of men
They seem to make more enemies than they do friends
Thoughts are idealistic with their own point of view
Many of them are false yet many more are true
Thoughts can be an Invasion that grip's the mind
Many of them are persuasive and too many are unkind
Thoughts have brought much harm yet a whole lot of good
Most people won't understand them even if they could
Thoughts are just thinking created by our intellect
They are who we are and are shared for us to connect
Thoughts should be encouraged and not held back
They shouldn't be discouraged and that thought is a fact
bmdavey@12/15/2022
Edison is the father of inventions
Bringing light and hope to this world
And the Wright Brothers too
Bringing closer the corners of the world to you
Nowadays thousands of inventions have accumulated
And we even didn't know the inventors
We accept and enjoy their hardwork
Their wisdom and contributions
Unfortunately many are misused
Making the world harder, more sick and more horrible
Who is to be blamed
Of course
The devil in man's heart
Who has overuled
The pure soul of the inventor
God has given man the intelligence to invent
But man destroys it
With his own bad motive
Who is to be blamed
Maybe we can't blame God
It's our own fault
Hope is not a strategy,
wisdom not an end
Moment to moment we live the truth
—borrowing to lend
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Make mind a sea
You will be free.
When in tempest waves reach great highs
Recall everything has an end
Decree the Almighty will send
The toil is His test in disguise.
Recall everything has an end
After dark night the sun will rise
Wave-crest sparkle will touch your eyes
Decree the Almighty will send.
Make mind a sea
Recall everything has an end
The blessed sailor will go home wise
Decree the Almighty will send
You will be free.
You will be free
Make mind a sea.
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January 1, 2022
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