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Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
I sit and wonder.
I wonder about my purpose
and Your calling on my life.
I have served fervently,
not caring about the fruits of my labour.
Yet dissatisfaction overcomes me.
I still wonder.
Wonder about Your plans fo my life,
what exactly do You want from me?
Everytime I felt lost and confused,
abandonment sets in.
I'm wanting to give up.
Maybe I was wrong all along,
ministry is not meant for me.
But finally,
after losing hope,
You speak.
Reminding me of who You are,
not of who I am.
You show me your heart,
All I see is people.
You show me mine,
and I see pride.
For so long ministry was church,
but now I know:
It's people sharing and serving each other,
for the sake of Your Kingdom.
What is my calling?
What is my purpose?
Let me learn from Jesus,
Let me serve His people.
Serving is the heart of Jesus,
serving is everyone's ministry.
Now let us serve the people
as we serve the King.
Our purpose?
To live a life of serving.
You have shaped every creature.
Some to run,
Some to hop,
some to swim
and some to fly.
Each for it's own role,
each for Your glory.
But You, the Master Architect,
has shaped man for a role so special,
so unique, each with his own task.
But one stays the same,
to serve in Your Kingdom
Form:
Why should we hire you?
I guarantee this is the only conversation
we will have while I work here
Why did you leave your last job?
The tried to make we ask an 95 year old if she needed insurance for her 2 year deceased husbands PlayStation 5
What is your weakness?
It’s either my concentration or
When did you get there
What are your strengths?
I am great at ignoring questions
Good with Subzero in Mortal
I am amazing at pretending to be sick
I have a brilliant coughing emoji
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Creating a time machine and coming all the way back here to stop me from taking this job
Are you Sarah Conner
Tell me about your ability to work under pressure?
For let me think
All of my life I have been pulled by a gravitational force and under the same air pressure as everyone in this room.
Yes I can send the next person in no pressure
Describe your management style?
I manage to avoid as many of the management as I can over the whole works hours
and that goes double outside of work
Why have you been unemployed for so long?
Now I am gonna take this in too parts
Unemployed
Technically I was employed by the government
to look after my terminally ill wife
So long now is that a comparison
But to what
That mountain that shadows your office
Has hardly stretched
A humming bird has flapped its last
The middle of the ocean has began a wave
So long
This was fun let’s not do it again
What is your dream job?
Well my dream job would be like a little factory
Conveying belts moving clouds of dreams
People forcing them in boxes
While chewing sandwiches
I have a corner office where I get to design them
I am a head dream architect
Yes I can follow security
Where do you begin with Ravichandran Ashwin...intellectual impresario
Red ball romeo... conceptual maestro..the Kingpin of spin..leather lothario
Perpetual taunting...teasing..bubbling cerebral cauldron formenting..haunting
Troubling.. flaunting...tormenting..vaunting..fermenting..pleasing
Luminosity...but another one of the band of badger brothers
Reeks of unique chic tweak at its peak
Bare faced cheek of genius geek cavorting
Discerning pastor preaching while yearning for learning
More about turning…..curiosity pique...sleek sporting freak
Mythical master of disaster..have many if any been reaching 500 wickets faster
Viral spirals about this sage despite his age still taking centre stage
Batters like budgies trapped in a gilded cage
As though he had planned to grandstand the Ravinchand bandstand brand...stealing the back page
Revolution masquerading as evolution...cogitating...searching for a solution
Ruminating..problems to fix with his swag bag of tricks..spinning absolution
Precision physician with constant revision...each edition
A new rendition.. high jinks with winks.. and nods to tradition
Wondering...that furrowed brow..pondering how
Career of seams caressed with finger finesse ... architect..engineer without peer…
Can't debunk the magic funk…just respect from a Test tragic monk
Scientist enthrall..sorcerer gall...still one of us...the best of us all.
So hold your head high Ravichandran..still don't know why you were so often the fall guy
Fans vicarious view..our meme..you part of our team...daring to dream..your art of derring do
Iconic booty of noble probes…lush lullabies...strobes lapping global lobes
Sagacious..loquacious oratory...the tonic...fruity frolic
Fresh from laboratory duty..bodacious bucolic beauty
Even naysayers can't deny they relish that conjuring charm from your cherished right arm.
Let's zoom to the elephant in the room...is Ashwin the don of Indian spin
With the skill and will to top the bill and still pip Anil?
Kumble also a defiant giant on whom they were so reliant
Hot to trot just not as savvy as Ravi
The Don's got the lot..takes number one spot
Wealth of stealth...doyen among men..but never ever about himself
He loves cricket just for the cricket itself..zen then..
THE MANSION
Mr. Philip wanted to build up a mansion.
Hindrances put him in adverse situation.
In short period his dream turned an ILLUSION.
Construction continued from morning till dark dusk.
Rusty dust whirling, each worker was on thick MASK.
Not at all a matter of joke, but too tough task.
His selection of persons to carry project
was completely wrong, basically IMPERFECT.
Plan of building was made by a FLAWED architect.
Promptness of Mr. Philip lacked reality.
Materials supplied were of poor quality.
Supervisor did not even check quantity.
Shortly FAÇADE and parapet were BROKEN.
Roof, walls were CRACKED, and building collapsed on one morn.
Mr. Philip got terrible shock and his heart was TORN.
06/20/21
Writing Prompt - Flawed' Contest by La Constance France
In the deep silence of thoughts, where the poet's soul flutters like a butterfly caught in winds,
He carves his path through the shadows of a culture that swallows him, relentless, unforgiving,
A son of words, a bastion of verse that refuses to be shaped by the hands of time,
He stands before the storm, bare-chested, unwavering, seeking to keep his essence untainted.
In the flow of consciousness, thoughts stream like a wild river winding through valleys and hills,
The poet, an architect of emotions, builds his fortress of metaphors, stone by stone,
Each verse a wall of defense against the compromise lurking at every corner,
A soul of iron but with an open heart, he sings his melancholy in a dance of endurance.
He knows that life is a stage where unknown plays are performed,
But he refuses to be merely an actor reciting lines written by others,
Instead, he writes his own script, with ink of stars and whispers of wind,
For to be a poet is not just a choice, but a destiny, a calling that cannot be ignored.
The past, present, and future intertwine in a dance of time,
And he, the poet, embraces them, finding beauty in their imperfection,
He refuses to sell his soul on the altar of acceptance, to lose his brilliance,
For true poetry is not born of compromise, but of the purity of a clear vision.
Thus, he remains a pillar of integrity, a beacon in the darkest night,
A flame that burns unceasingly, guided only by the light of his own heart,
He knows the power of his word can change the world, can build empires of hope,
And so, with every verse, he writes not just poetry, but the history of an undaunted soul.
The bridge/ Hear that?/ Snap it pop it / Not the one of stone and steel, holding cars and trains aloft/ This bridge hums/ It vibrates/ yellin’, mo’ funk and groove please woven into the boss horns strung with a bassline thick as smoke and Clyde Stubblefield holding down the fat beat/
Acid Jazz snap pop snap de beat/ tradition on one side, diggin’ for the now, for the new/ Jazz, ancient and revered, but dust collecting on the shelf, needed a spark, a jolt, a psychedelic brother a sister like no other/ Acid Jazz, the answer/
A handshake and a high five between jazz straight ahead and a synthesizer’s jazz fusion swing/
A knowing nod to Coltrane remixed into becoming the nu Acid Jazz king/Trane is way dope now to a whole new listening audience/
skillfully crafted club bangin’ acid jazz lick and samples/ the veins of hip-hop, throbbing hard and raw as DJs scratched the beats deeply rooted in the arrangements of funk jazz numerology/
Did deep house feel its pulse, its rhythmic pull/ Broken beat, fractured and funky, did it recognize its kin, polyrhymatics and the turntables… Oh, the turntables sang a different song/ a revolution spun on vinyl, a rebellion built on rhythm, Jazz and Soul/ Rap, HipHop and acid jazz as a Voice for Rebellion and Social Change / DJ Kool Herc, a sonic architect, laying foundations in the park and party basements/ Grandmaster Flash, a surgeon of sound, slicing and dicing the beat/ Afrika Bambaataa, a global sound system, uniting tribes with groove/
yo bruh, reality check/ They weren’t just playing records, they were playing the instrument/Scratching, back spinning, beat juggling – a symphony of skill/ Mix masters, beat captains, electronic alchemists, wizards behind the wheel of Hip Hop fortune/ They birthed a new language, a dialect of dance, a history rewritten in the hiss and crackle of vinyl on a HiFi Stereo/ Acid Jazz… Modern Jazz… Trip hop, Latin Tech House/ The DJ Culture… Rap, Hip-Hop, a family born from a shared rebellion, Formidable, Definitive/ Each is a testament to the power of sound, to the bridge built on a bassline, drum sample/
a thump, a bump on a low rider jam/ to the future forged in the fire of the beat/ The voyage is not over/ I have a fear of standing still…like I’m outta of here/
Not one have I found
who is the like of you
a master craftsman
demonstrated in all you do
From the time you were given birth
your workmanship displayed
in our cosmos and in our earth
In unity with our Father
constructed every Law
so the movement of the universe
continues without flaw
Though subjected to frustration
the creation in decay
until the Revelation
God in his children will display
The gift of everlasting life
will creations energy infuse
all who rise within this kingdom
can accept it or refuse
All ages are appointed
to the formation of Gods plan
the instructions put in motion
many millennia's beforehand
Everything progresses by implements design
the specter of its majesty
the Architect of Time
You gave us the foreknowledge
how things in time would form
the unfolding of our history
and of the crisis where all mankind will mourn
Those who love your mastery
do watch with fascination
the working out of the plan
and of crowning new creation
You have implemented vision
so that our future is secured
the manner of all changes
and the things to be endured
Like the DNA that builds the things we see
the clock within the universe
propels the objectives gravity
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Life is an adventure
are you ready to drive?
To launch as an entrepreneur
We take on our passions
and work our bucket list in life
And laugh at the danger
and wade through the strife
Architect a world full of mystery and intrigue
Work our way through this very limited time here
10 lifetimes would maybe be enough
to see our life's work done indeed
So smile and whistle in your day
and apply yourself all in good time
And bring your passion and zeal to obstacles
so its not wear in the daily grind
There is a world to be conquered
with science, art and time
And just the activity
can make life sublime
- the essence of a passionate life For Richard Troy, Chief Scientist, Science Tools, Karmann Ghia God, Da Vinci to my Michaelangelo (C) May 23rd, 2011 Artimus Aka Susan Manley
Fonty was a vegan Vulture.
Other Vultures tried to offer their advice
Told him they were created as carnivores and eating
meat
Is an essential part of their diet.
He stayed true to his commitment to be a vegan
Ate fruit and berries but they never satisfied his appetite
He resulted to stealing stale bread from pigeons
Crows kept him away from the cornfields
He was too weak to put up a fight
The Vulture Committee knew he wouldn't last much longer
Sure enough he died from starvation
The Volt joined together as a Wake and all said a prayer
Then they quickly ate him.
Judge Santiago Burdon
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