O map of skin where rivers deeply run,
Thou art the ledger of the years I've known;
The weary eyes that softened with the sun,
And silver crown that time has slowly sown.
I sing of joints that stiffen in the cold,
Of 'measured treads' along the dusty way,
For in this frame, though 'immeasurably old',
A 'steady flame' still burns against the gray.
Speak not of mere decay or entropy,
Quiet strength that rises through every storm,
A 'vibrant vessel' filled with artistry;
Resilience found in every 'weathered form.
Here's to feeling old, a bloom fading away,
Praising 'slowed hands' that hold each memory,
Yet leaves a tender trace of every day;
And a 'soul grown bolder' through its history.
For beauty lives beyond the face, we see,
In the 'unadulterated wisdom' of just being me.
A good man walks through life with quiet strength, carrying himself with dignity while lifting others along the way. He speaks with honesty even when the truth is difficult, and his word can be trusted completely. You can see his character in small moments—how he treats someone who can do nothing for him, the patience he shows when no one is watching, the way he takes responsibility without making excuses.
He leads by example rather than through demands, inspiring others not through grand gestures but through consistent decency. A good man knows his flaws and works to better himself, while extending grace to others for theirs. He protects what matters, provides when he can, and stands firm on principles even when it costs him.
His strength isn't in never falling, but in getting back up and helping others do the same. He builds rather than tears down, creates connection rather than division. The world is immeasurably better for having such a person in it, and those fortunate enough to know him carry some of his goodness forward in their own lives.
This is the quiet heroism of everyday goodness—worth celebrating, worth aspiring to, worth honoring.
As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion
Nephophilia, a thudder crave
Exclamation is a sudden urge
Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents
Looking up close
Still immeasurably far
The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon
where moons and suns collide
stars surrounding them
blues and whites around them
casting shadow of white daisies
So small and wrecked
spurting a yelp of joy, when a cold breeze wheezed out
In blues and whites
they gleam
As a boon to the demure daisies
It is eternal
Feverishly eternal
When they run about in adorbs
It is mushiness and sweetness scattered all over in the morn
This is where I am, in this season
the season to hold upon these clouds
to hold as tight as it gotta be
This season is everlasting
this season to swim the length of the sky
Just for the blues and whites
Just for the blues and whites...
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
How painful it is
when someone think of
swallowing broken glasses
because of much hate?
It is so badly
when a person decides
to kill himself " herself "
because of envy.
Don't harm yourself please!
I pray you to love
other people and
keep your life because
they love you highly
And their love is immeasurably.
July 3/2023
Like travellers,
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.
As we traverse the landscapes
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin
But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing
Where mercy flows immeasurably
We go through marketplaces
Let’s be pleased with divine supplies
Lest we are tangled with vanities of life
We faint many a time
But we are resuscitated; we move on
We despair not.
We shall win!
We are soldiers in the warfare
Let’s fight, holding onto the cross
In the valley, one has been moaning considerably, extensive
for an amount of time, these constraints have possession of
one's emotions, affairs, and partnerships from all walks of
life, there will be chronicles of ups and downs, profits, and losses.
Ya'll it's been immeasurably a refutable volume of time, it's
becoming apparently, one is emerging, circulating fully of
fervor, hyperventilating, brims over, sobs echoes, screamingly
outcries, one's coming out of these days of low frequencies
treading the valleys.
In a timeless time
In an unmeasured space
It observed and regulated
From Its appointed place.
There were twenty seven universe
To which It held the key,
Twenty seven parallels where
It was obliged to be.
And It moved from plane to plane
Instantly changing form
Automatically choosing
The current plane norm,
Carrying out adjustments
Making the odd repair
Adjusting ecosystems
As required here and there.
In some planes It was suspected,
Hailed as a prophet or a god.
Worshipped and revered
But thought this nothing odd,
Just carried out Its duties
As Its programme said
For in all Its form It had
No thoughts in any head.
A mechanic of the intellect
Passing from plane door to door
Conscious only of Its tasks and need
To recharge to perform once more.
It felt no heat,
And It felt no cold,
And in measureless time,
It was immeasurably old.
!
Drifting...
Into my fantasies
And daydreams
Where you reside
And eagerly wait for me;
I'm wandering, not lost.
Smiling...
As I excavate
Long-buried memories
In the meadow of my mind
Oh, the halcyon days of my youth!
I'm wandering, not lost.
Plunging...
Immeasurably deep
Into your captivating eyes;
Entranced,
Held captive.
I'm wandering, not lost.
Searching...
Vast barren deserts of earth
Days without end
For xanadu
For the meaning of life
I'm wandering, not lost.
Date written: 12/16/2021
. for public domain
Alongside our souls, before the Immensity,
the Visions of the Infinite Horror or Joy,
stand Witness in Silence, of Terror, of Awe,
of what Life creates, or lets It destroy.
That moment defines who we are with a Word,
Affirmation, Condemnation before the Absurd,
and a Fortunate Few have the will then to speak,
and humanity follows, some blindly and weak.
The Mighty Effulgent, the Immeasurably Bleak,
choose what we will, in our triumphs or sinnings,
watch your words well, for from what we speak,
we fall to our End, or embrace new Beginnings.
An Inconceivable Force
Imagine...
An inconceivable force mystically sculpting
then infusing consciousness within brainwaves
of every living being, impalpably bestowing
freedom of thought and independence in
self-expression or of emotions encased in doubt or
belief, allowing the inner spirit to visualize and
comprehend the meaning of justice and absolute truth
immersed in the warmth of invisible love immeasurably
timeless, An Essence which indomitably reigns Supreme
without any constraints of reins or chains, omnipresent
in the midst of scorching solar beams, or blinding
snowstorms and inundating torrential rains...
And now the moment of truth...
It's been a long time coming!
He drops to one knee
and nervously proposes marriage;
she tearfully nods her head, "Yes"
Spectators clap, cheer and whistle.
Euphoria traps them in it's cocoon.
Their happy feet
levitating
off the ground.
They're now flying
immeasurably high
and somersaulting
in the invigorating air
without wings.
Euphoric both are,
as if kissed on the lips
by God.
Date written: 04/03/2021
As I breathe I contemplate
The word and its pervading Ethos
Penetration has been subtle
Steeping my awareness;
My Soul and my reasoning
To the point
I hesitate to revisit the
Chapters of Gods instruction
For there I found elucidation
That increases immeasurably
To the point of
Overwhelming my acumen
Giving ever more details to
A mind reeling with
Revelations tumbling and
Stretching my understanding.
Challenging a reality
I knew for so long!
Now my reality is Eternity.
That is almost touchable to me
I must revisit the Scriptures
But not today not in depth’
I am getting lines of enquiry
Hints that nudge my mind
Enough for now
It is good to check against the Scripture
More is for the time I must
Immerse myself fully
A Naked soul in the gaze of his Divinity
To be diligent in
Studying ready for the riches
Of eternal reason
My brothers have penned in
Obedience and humility.
©Joe Maverick 21-12-2020
Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.
I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and steady
but you came through when I was only half ready.
So oft you had to be not just a mom but a dad too.
It wounds me to confesss it but we both know it’s true.
Memories of sworn promises to you I didn’t keep
cauterize my conscience and cost me peaceful sleep.
Yes, dear, you were always there for me
seasons in and seasons out.
Thus you immeasurably blessed my life
of that there can be no doubt.
I like to think I repaid you at least a loving little.
If not, I pray God grant me mercy and an acquittal.
No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that English lives were being culled by evil powers from the timeless worlds of hell. (No’ 10)
No one would have dreamed that they were being scrutinised by someone who treats us like we’re a disease that swarm and multiply in the inner cities.
Yet somewhere in the gulfs of hell, minds immeasurably more evil than ours regarded our lives with such disdain and slowly and surely drew their plans against us!
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