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Yes, introspection- a soul-searching quest;
deep self-analysis explored throughout.
Sincere reflection, which gets put to test;
discovered, judged- may sometimes offer doubt.
Of virtues found, lamentable or grand,
this self-examination's tough to do;
perhaps because conclusions will demand
we must amend the faults that come to view.
With deep perusal- reckoning may show
inequities of self- down deep inside;
and so, addressed or not- we'll truly know
the weaknesses and strengths that coincide.
But, sweeping out the darkness, lessens strife;
casts light upon more happiness in life.
October 28, 2020
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Inward Reflections
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
She said she had enough and she didn't want to try
Life was really tough and she just wanted to die
She began writing a letter in the telling of her side
For things couldn't get better "my pain I can't hide"
She said a lot of things and was nearly at the end
Such pain life brings "I will never be able to mend"
In signing her name that pain came flowing through
Feeling such shame made these conclusions she drew
With the pills in her hand looking at herself in the mirror
A second to understand as the Lord made her way clearer
Dropping those pills in the toilet again looking at her face
"Oh Lord it was You I bet" who showed me such loving Grace
Her Mom did find that note it being such a shock to her eyes
Listening to what she had wrote never did she even realize
When she came home that day Mom was waiting just inside
With so many things to say, together they just sat there and cried
I pray the Lord will give comfort to all those souls who need comforting
I pray the Lord will give peace to all those minds who are in need of peace
I pray the Lord will cradle the hearts of all those whose hearts are broken
I pray that You will realize the special individual love that He has for You
1 Corinthians 1:4
Have situations ever got away from you
evade conclusions while dramas protrude
like a chain link fence no time to think
assess why you're tense or reflect to sync
up events with stress to pull the valve on pressure
just endeavour at pace absent of pleasure
naturally adapt to lessen the impact
while facts not exact and the lesson abstract
taking life in just not learnt
quaking within and mentally burnt
then one intense altercation the only
thing in focus expanding slowly
and nothing else gets noticed
optically trained within the scope
and the rest of the world you take no note
suddenly it's draining all your energy
and events around it just let them be
busy searching every angle like a clock hand
around the clock to brain tangling demand
lurking constant and you assert but weary
astounded half shocked continuously nearly
working it out but for doubt in a muddle
evermore dumb founded increasing struggle
shoulder shrugging as your wonder wanders
from blunder to blunder now going under
where there's no sun it's just dark and dreary
you're torn up inside and teary, now hear me,
HAVE A DAY OFF!!
Why I'm so reclusive in my life
Is something I've come to realize...
What the main key to my self's strife.
Analyzed this reason before;
I have done so many times more.
When among strangers,
There are few who click with me
And are within my personality's range.
Fears and conclusions
Which I consider dangers
Used to be illusions.
Illusions become reality
And thus my own morality
Is to befriend those
Who feel lonely.
I do not want to always approach people,
For I do not know them
And would like it if they
Got to know me first.
My family know me so well.
Yet my cousins are changing.
My mind is still trying to
Rearrange these growing-up
Thoughts and feelings of mine.
Certain things are just not said,
When we're in certain comp'ny.
Words and phrases seldom heard,
Are often looked at funny.
No longer is good common sense,
The rule of thumb, the norm,
So often plainly spoken words,
Will take on different form;
'Cause most folks just don't listen,
To what is being said,
And oft the words go rattling 'round.
Inside an empty head;
Then they draw their own conclusions,
Concerning what you said,
Even though they've not a clue,
The story they will spread.
If what you hear sounds strange to you,
The facts a little off,
Consider who you're talking to,
Before you laugh and scoff,
At someone you may barely know,
If in fact at all,
And what you heard is hearsay,
Just gossip all in all.
When others speak, just listen,
And make sure you understand.
Keep your mind upon the topic,
Don't short change your fellow man.
Remember to speak plainly,
Not to be misunderstood,
And remember too that gossip,
Don't do anybody good.
(Have you ever noticed that those who talk the most are usually the ones who have little else to do? And often they really don't know much more than we do. My grandmother used to say the dog on the shortest chain does the most barking.)
There are those who believe this Age is ending
They mark time by fractures, not by firelight sending.
While I... have watched another map unfold: a hidden one, a tree in hymns
Drawn in the quiet hands of those remembering… you, being one of its limbs.
You were never meant to flee the storm
Sadly, into it… being born.
So, you can rise not as an escapee
But as witness, as a re-weaver to be.
As the one who sees the bones beneath the sky, and fearless...
Did not and does not now… turn away tearless.
Seeing the age of fixed meaning is ending
To apply better stitching, changing, mending.
Knowing we are not who we were... a generation past
And tomorrow, we won’t be who we are today...
Being not meant to last.
Not because of failure... because the world has entered a turning
This is not collapse, nor is it progress churning…
It is not prophecy fulfilled
It is just life... paying its bill.
It is the sound of old structures cracking
Beneath the weight of too many borrowed truths, tracking.
It is then the stillness after memory is uprooted
Before new roots find soils better suited.
It is the storm... not of weather, but of meaning
Of something grand, better seeming.
___*___
In this storm, we are asked no longer to believe...
But to perceive better, to receive
Through not holding fast to the known…
No, become able to see what has never been before shown.
To see with the Art of Seeing… not just with the eyes about the room
But through resonances, shimmers, and presence’s blooms
And the broken chords of once-beautiful songs...
Now longing to be sung again
With new notes, containing a deeper silence between them.
___*___
Oh yes, in this age, philosophy must be lived like a raft
Versus written for pillars rising in temples of marble crafts.
This philosophy must float, it must bend
It must not just ask... “What is truth, as of old, where will it too end?”
No, instead: “What is true enough to carry us through this crossing?”
We seek not conclusions tossed… but continuity.
Not control... but resonance, welcomed in unity.
And so, bonding us further into the beyond understanding, we walk.
So it is, this now, with the new path seeing… we will talk.
And once again to sing… a most beautiful song.
I am told
How can you believe
In someone you never see
In someone you never feel
In someone you never hear
How can you believe
In fairy tales
Based on abstract and surreal?
I will tell you
I do not need arm-twisting
Or hypnotic mind games
To reach my conclusions
It is not just blind faith
It is a simple matter
Of seeking with the heart
Not by going on e-bay.
I see God all around me
In the beauty of creation
In the joy and suffering of others
In the growth of a plant
The birth of a child
The change of night and day
The passage of time
I see him.
I feel him in moments of need
When weakness bears on me
When he raises me up
And lifts me from pain and despair
When I’m lost in darkness
And he sends a guiding light
I feel him walking by my side
I feel him.
I hear him when the wind blows
When a breeze caresses me
I hear him where silence reigns
Or where the waters lap
And gently tease my mind
I hear him.
Because my mind thinks
My heart feels
My soul flows with emotions
I believe in him.
But most of all I believe
Because on admitting my faults
I sense his healing hand
And I understand that God
Is there for me at all times.
I believe in Him.
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Contest: Tell Me ~ March 2015
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Placing: 3rd
The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe staring back at me,
naked am I, a body of victories, failures & serrindipities,
a sepleture of star light & a womb of consciousness
craving continuity of conclusions,
seeking a final truth rescuing dead judgements from error,
Time, attention as an investment,
as a resource for spiritual enrichment is a vast mine of mine,
shafts that burrow into fear, stupidity, euphoria, creativity,
spelunking the sensational,
dividends in quiet diamonds,
speaking to the world in thought symbols,
noise finds no harbor in my mouth,
awareness deepens as the river perfumes the great canyon of reflection,
illusions lose their tastes & happiness hungers itself,
the slavish & sordid power structure of Man's nightmare
tells me I possess no right or ability to know myself by myself,
that meditation is for lazy, ill informed members, introspection a sour source,
productivity for commerce is penultimate goal,
souls engulfed in irrational routines, distracted from divinity,
disinterested in sacrafice for strength and subsequent liberty,
guided by gurus of reflexes,
I stare at skies, trees, chattel, focusing on artwork, music, environment,
harvesting experience, interpreting Life for me,
day dreaming like a goose on soft grass,
refusing guilt breath in my instruments,
the only legitimate " waste of time "
is denying yourself realization of Truth & Honesty,
permit them sanctuary,
give them time to help you use your immense power,
a place that never darkens -
J.A.B.
flashes of light
fanciful
often ridiculous
ellipses of natural
extrasensory power
ideas
to stimuate&develop
whole views
eccentric
legendary
to see a point
grasp an opportunity
literature
in a figurative
way
this perspective realm
of experience
of emotion
&recurring
physical causation
where plausibilty is never
proof
swirling abstraction
hesitation
swooping whorls
fabricated shapes
evasions
of bewilderment
surface
in gestures
of concession
to tenuously
tease&tempt
in silent scrutiny
yet
arousing
an impression
of indeterminate
conclusions
of arrested moments
to awake
& illume
my view
I say taters instead of potatoes
I say maters instead of tomatoes
My tongue is full of hillbilly idioms
I often say yeah when some would say yes
Sometimes I say “I reckon” when what I mean
Is I suppose this or that is best
I hear hearts instead of words or phrases
It is often the feelings expressed
That brings my mind the final conclusions
I hear the spirit flowing from the light,
The vitality that draws me in
Is the love that I see shining, glistening
Dazzling my heart with its gentleness
Its endless beauty found in love’s sentiments
I seek wisdom in the face of my Savior
It is His grace that brings me the greatest
Hope, the best blessings, the reasons
For listening to His word, His teachings,
The assurance of the faith that He has given,
Faith that abides within – where His grace
Reminds me that forever is within my grasp,
Eternity is endless, limitless, unbroken
By the end that comes to unbelievers
Yes, I’m a hillbilly
Yes, I’m sensitive to tenderness
Yes, I’m a believer – in everlasting peace
But, what I believe, most vehemently
Is that God’s love and grace
Will never leave me or forsake me
His Son, whom I praise – is the One
Whose spirit lives in me
And, because I know that He is alive
Inside my soul, where I know…
Intimacy with the very ONE I love
I will always be thankful, always, forever
Thankful for the grace of God,
Who loved me more than I could possibly think of!