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Based on culture we believe,
form of God as scriptures weave,
affirmed by pastors who preach,
though truth remains out of reach.
Our faith helps us to go on,
when at night we wait for dawn
but it’s but a crutch we use,
to stand strong facing abuse.
When tested, faith is shaken,
for unless we awaken,
facing fear we’ll crouch in fright,
since we have not seen God’s light.
Burn the book, is what we say,
making love our heart’s mainstay,
that as opposites dissolve,
in time we slowly evolve.
Faith is a function of mind,
like the blind leading the blind,
so instead let us be still,
our soul aligned with God’s will.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
our awareness unblinking,
focus firm, let then bliss burn
nodes within mind-body urn.
Breath by breath imbibing grace,
of ego there’s left no trace,
whence we see God in plain sight,
in our heart’s cave, light soft white.
Back to basics, to be free,
the face of God we must see,
since words offer not the taste
of God’s love, tender and chaste.
Unwanted thoughts, they haunt my mind,
In shadows deep, they're intertwined.
Like whispers in the silent night,
They steal my peace, obscure the light.
They creep in slow, without a sound,
In every quiet moment found.
A storm of doubt, a sea of fears,
They echo all my hidden tears.
Memories of a distant past,
Regrets that hold and grip so fast.
The what-ifs and the might-have-beens,
The haunting dance of unseen sins.
I try to push them far away,
To guard my heart and keep them at bay.
Yet still, they come, relentless, bold,
Their icy fingers take their hold.
In daylight hours and darkest dreams,
They lurk within my silent screams.
A never-ending, cruel refrain,
That binds my soul in endless pain.
I search for peace, for respite’s touch,
A moment free, a breath, a crutch.
Yet unwanted thoughts, they cling and stay,
A shadow that won’t fade away.
But still I fight, with weary heart,
To tear their grip, to break apart.
In hopes that one day I’ll be free,
From unwanted thoughts that imprison me.
I’m not strong enough
I can’t carry this load today
My ego is weighing me down
It’s hard not to reach for a crutch
The littlest of things weighs a ton
I can’t lift them on my own
Dope me up with adrenaline
Pump my ego up with iron
I’m not strong enough
I failed at resistance training
My strength has departed
It’s fled from me with my will
Give me back my crutch
I’ll hobble into a phone booth
I’ll hide my weakness from you
I’ll emerge in my Superman outfit
I’m not strong enough
Resistance is nature’s law
Trees need gravity to grow
They do not lie in despair
They pump fists to the sky
Not spineless me under a log
Resistance to growth is futile
Seeds aren’t trees overnight
I’m not strong enough
Muscles take time to grow
Small failings make skin tough
Turn crutches into wings
Stop these anabolic steroids
Feel my weight naturally
Learn to crawl to the door
Rise on my own strength
But, I’m not strong enough
Poetry is my escape when reality becomes too much,
Recently poetry has become my crutch.
When I start to feel like I am drowning in the ocean
with arms too heavy to swim or make a motion.
I can pick up my pencil and paper and write it down;
Being able to release the anxiety, fear, and sadness is profound.
For so many years, I tried to keep everything locked deep inside,
Where nobody could find my real emotions alone, I would cry and hide.
The thought of everyone’s judgments and disapproval,
It turned into a deep depression and my complete social life removal.
My diary became my best friend,
Being able to release my emotions without worry or criticism was almost more than I could comprehend.
My journal was there for me day or night,
Anytime I Felt anger, I could write out my spite.
Anytime I felt sad, my hand could write through the tears,
Every emotion I had been keeping closed off for so many years.
Being able to get it out of my head and heart onto the paper,
It helped me release those lower vibrations; Now, I’m learning to stand as tall as a skyscraper.
If you’re going through a dark place or a hard time
Please consider journaling; I promise it will help over time.
It doesn’t have to rhyme or be perfect,
Just start to write and notice the inner conflict.
Once you have that written down, you can see what you have subconsciously concealed;
Then you have the secrets of your heart on what needs to be healed.
Please don’t give up; keep holding on with all your might.
Understand your shadows, transmute them, and then show the world your beautiful light.
Faith is not blind belief.
But trust in the unseen.
It's not wannabe thinking,
But a real hope that's keen
It's not a passive attitude,
But a willingness to act.
And it's not a crutch for the weak.
But a strength that's intact.
Faith is a journey.
A way that we must tread.
It's a path less traveled.
But one that we are led.
It's a challenge to our doubts,
And a test of our resolve.
But it's also a comfort.
A solace to our souls.
The path of faith is not sleazy.
But it's worth the climb.
For it leads to eternal life,
And a love that's divine.
So let us walk in faith.
With courage and grace.
For it is through our faith,
That we find our resting place.
Written: June 06, 2023
I'm writing to you, youth of today, hoping you will read my words of advice. I know you think you've heard it all many times before, the well-meaning counsel from others, but don't tune me out just yet, and please don't roll your eyes at me. You'd be wise to open them to see what life has to offer.
Your mind and heart will often wish to walk down two different paths. Time and again you've heard it said, "Follow your heart," but believe me when I say, "Your heart can be treacherous." Too often it beats in rhythm so loud that it ignores the thoughts inside your head. I've fallen victim to my own heart, so I write to you after suffering from heartache. I encourage you to let your conscience be your guiding light, and if you do, you'll walk away from shadows that would lead you into darkness.
It's important that you respect others, as well as yourself. Do not disregard the quality of self-esteem; it's a crutch you should proudly lean upon. Place a high value on the goals you strive to reach, always aiming higher for more. Pay attention to what life has to teach you, and never lose sight of right and wrong. Be strong in faith, and believe in a higher being. Be humble enough to admit your faults, never giving up on the virtue of hope, for you will find it has the power to heal the emotional wounds you are bound to feel.
Do not doubt yourself on the word of others. They may cause you to stumble. Have confidence in yourself to rise and continue on your way, knowing that tomorrow the sun will rise on a brand new day. If it helps to lighten your burden, it's perfectly fine if you cry. Remember this... no one is perfect, so forgive yourself and move on instead of wallowing in pity or shame as a victim pointing a finger of blame. Looking at people in the eye will help you to avoid telling them a lie, resulting in feelings of guilt.
I know I've given you a lot to ponder, but if you do, I promise that the person in the mirror looking back at you will often be wearing a smile.
December 23, 2020
Edward Ibeh's Contest: Your Advice to the Youth
Conquering Pain
(Through Mental Toughness)
Written: by Miracle Man
10-9-2019
I try not acknowledging that nemesis pain,
I view pain as a temporary irritation.
I won’t surrender, letting it become my bane,
Unless brought on by some ablation.
Any lacerations, I’ve always viewed as minor,
Whether stapled, sutured, glued or such.
Though some have produced a dandy shiner,
I’m not accident prone nor am I a soft touch.
From a seven hour stay in the ER I Just came,
For my eleventh sew, staple job on my head alone.
Each scar tells a story that’s never the same,
My twenty six scars began long before grown.
If hospital administered on an irregular basis,
Pills become my crutch for temporary relief.
I find pain a frame of mind in most cases,
And I avoid the road that might lead to grief.
I’ve seen a lot of days and some have been rough,
And a few of them has brought some scorch.
But if your like a Pit Bull who thinks he’s tough,
You won’t let fear keep you tied to the porch.
What once was, can no longer be
You where the light !!!, you where the sunshine of my days !!!
You filled the night !!!, you where the essence of my ways !!!
A remnant of, has lingered on for these past ten years,
carrying me through the darkness, the mist of tears
I have watched your exotic beauty, that of a setting sun,
continually reaching out to the horizon, on a fast paced run,
as you silently slip over the edge, letting your memories fade away,
into the murky blackness of history, gone am I, left on my own to stay
within my memories hoard, reminiscing of the beauty you brought me
October was the end days of what was and the start of what is to be.
October 2020, ten years later, it appears the end has finally come.
Not a word in response tells me what ?, it is leaving me numb.
I realize !!!, and must accept the fact that you have moved on.
That I no longer can hold your interest, not even as a friend upon
the waning winds of times passing. Like all things on this plain my Dear,
you have rightly let go, of what I felt as beautiful moments, leaving me in fear
that you are the last experience I will ever know, the last beauty I will ever touch,
love, know affection, and passion with. Memories of you are now my crutch
as I traverse these last, empty miles towards that happy hunting ground
to know, that on matter what, nothing on this plane will turn around.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 18th 2020
It’s not easy being here anymore
We know love’s the answer and fates the cure
We’ve both been through more
Than our hearts should endure
Our minds both fight the same endless war
We’re both finding ways to justify the pain
And any day now we’ll put an end to this rain
The promises we make are only footsteps away
But for now we’re here trying to justify the pain
We’ve both fallen and can’t get back up
With any luck hope can be our crutch
Instead of being stuck
In this same old rut
Maybe someday we’ll admit we’ve had enough
We’re both finding ways to justify the pain
And any day now we’ll put an end to this rain
The promises we make are only footsteps away
But for now we’re here trying to justify the pain
I won’t ever say two wrongs make a right
But we’ve both been guided by a light
Through all the sleepless nights
Through all the pain and strife
Somehow we still justify the pain
We’re both finding ways to justify the pain
And any day now we’ll put an end to this rain
The promises we make are only footsteps away
But for now we’re here trying to justify the pain
It’s a shame we stay and look for ways
To justify the pain
A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead
inducing a deluge of emotions
moved across thousands of darkened souls
Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart
Strangers like me
To us, you were a friend
we live vicariously through words we couldn't write
thoughts that help us defend
against wolves attacking for spite
we battle predators until the end
paper mache hearts now confettied and contrite
When in need of a voice to understand
you are the poet on which we lean
like a crutch of a crippled, broken man
assisting our stride and making us gleam
Mean pride, through our veins, does pulse
your gift - a gold ingot - exclusively ours
now smelted - our throats convulse
as if poisoned by many whiskey sours
Cancer soiled your beautiful brain
muddied thoughts and took your life
washing future elegance down the drain
freaks are shredded with strife
like targets at a firing range
Suddenly gone leaving the lives bereft
upon which you left your mark
warrior, graciously, exit...stage left
a celestial journey calls to you embark
Created the soundtrack for our misfit lives
making memories connected to your art
our hope that your music survives
thousands of years touching many a heart
A collective "Thank you Neil"
us castaways won't soon forget
how your lyrics and talent made us feel
ghost ride to your garden in the sunset