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From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and Jesus,
His Only Son that can free us,
Unaffected by criticisms, just in Love
With other and their dialogues; all the above
Seeing hearts heal brokenness and change
With no pretense, our focus rearrange,
Processing seriously but not redundant
With you in joy abundant!
Unseen injuries make it hard work
The fears lurk!
What is expected or appreciated,
Not just reactions with heart emaciated?
Bring closure and see a prologue
To nearing the goal, remove the "log,"
Rebound in faith, never be a snob,
Nor sarcastic or the Mob.
So keep your focus and the Power
Of the resurrected Christ in your tower.
Self-control is gain
Like waiting, it's a pain!
But keep your focus clear.
Hear God's music in your inner-ear.
Yes, we are all a-work-in-progress.
It's safe and fine to regress.
To vulnerability and keep involved.
Healing doesn't need all problems solved.
There's no natural-born leader.
In time we can also be a feeder.
So conquest the temporal and material.
Move in rebuilding the empire
Let Jesus' Way be your pick.
Don't be a lonely cynic
Give others the benefit of the doubt
Wear a smile, not a pout.
Banish the evil of a derailed life
The enemy tries to bring in strife
Like the striking snake it'll be too slow
For you fly high; it's too low!
So prepare for success.
Diligently sort the mess
All the way to the end.
Sign the Pledge not to bend;
To act, rebound, giving credit and devotion.
Like a sweet perfume or lovely lotion.
In prayer and fasting let negatives go
Study the Bible's fine print and know
That the challenge and the focus brings
Support, Light and salt-quality that sings!
Can you say what you feel?
In sincerity will your friendships seal?
We will find the common ground.
Honor and respect will be found.
If there's no logic nor gentle calm,
Will we feel the Spirit's balm?
Even pillow-fights will irritate,
The time move on with fate.
Surprises will loose their fun
With that Special Someone!
So, brace yourself, focus and move.
Soon your success you will prove
With All glory given to the Lord,
Never more to be bored.
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs into morose mélange
of shredded exuberance,
bleeding colors
bleached from collapsed cloud
of twilight zone
embroidered by sunset spectrum,
profoundly permeate
as ingrained blemish
the lilac lattice
of the broken heart,
the sordid shades of blue
paint the linen of love,
f r a y e d....
Requiem of longing roses
resonates tragic melody
in melancholic medley,
wilting petals pine
for forlorn feelings,
the dripping tear drops
of mourning dew
on failing floral luster
desiccate in somber sunshine
of the deserted mind,
fading flowers make
weathered wreath
for decedent passion,
o b s c u r e....
Convergent cacophony
accrues relentless
in the entropic cauldron
of disharmonic music,
bemused chaotic symphony
dismantles incoherent
on discordant waves of refrain,
captured in
strained smiles,
sneering the inane scenario
of lonely life,
where sanguine songs turn
into nonsensical noise,
echoed by reflective soul,
a r c a n e....
Leitmotif of life
seen skeptically
through indolent cynic lens
of distorted essence,
magnifies manifold
into crooked contortion
of convoluted conscience,
a b e r r a n t....
Why are so many people
So ing rude!
They all feel so entitled
With their “IT’S All About Me” attitude!
Disrespect has replaced
Common courtesy and good will
They would rather give you the finger
Or worse attack you or even kill!
How have so many hearts
Turned so evil and black,
Is it a growing sickness?
Or a sense of humanity they all lack?
I’ve now become a cynic
A distruster of mankind
Am I the only one who see’s and feels this?
Is everyone really that ing blind!
No more love or compassion
For our so called fellow man
It’s replaced with greed for money and power
And everyone who’s not part of their plan.
So I now live in my own little world
Where I am away from their greed and inhumanity
Where I am loved and respected
And away from all their ing insanity!
The Fantasy of Childhood
There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs.
There was a loft where we kids sat, made grand plans
of great daring, mostly in Africa.
Sometimes with the help of a few crates, we made a ship and set sail, Naturally, my friend whose mother worked in a cake shop and brought us day-old cakes, was the ship's captain.
The engineer, whose father had a shop that sold second
thing like shoes, trousers, and whatever, he, the father,
also sold bottles which resold the the brewery.
Alas, the man drank and when he slept we stole bottles and sold them back to him when he was sober.
I, aware of my status, my mother worked in a factory putting sardines in tins, was the cook, and made toast
using candlelight.
It was all so very real when there was a storm and the ship moved, Thor, the engineer became seasick and the captain had to find safer water usually behind a big island.
And I, the cook could prepare toast in peace without the ship pitching and rolling.
The thing was our plays were deadly serious as when we were private detectives, we picked out a perfectly innocent person decided he was a mass-murderer and followed him (always a man) until he became aware of us got nervous and shouted
which for us was prove enough, he was guilty of something bad and that made us happy.
We grew up, playtime over, the captain went to school and became a navigator, the engineer got a job welding things and became a Jehovah's Witness and unsmiling about it.
I did so many things, that didn't fit and drifted about trying to find something I like, like dabbling in poetry, but my inner cynic mocks my effort.
I was flying beguiled in my seamless sapphire sky,
surging storm of agony from nowhere slashed me down.
No one ever cared for the injured beleaguered bird
that I hided within me clasping the broken heart.
Rhapsody of rainbow morphed into morose mélange,
bled baroque colors bleached from the twilight cloud.
Rainstorm spread spoilt debris of the splintered spirit,
the sordid shades of grey painted the frayed linen of love.
The requiem of roses resonated in melancholic medley,
the petals pined with dripping tear drops of morose dew.
Desiccated in somber sunshine within the deserted mind,
the faded flowers made the posy of passing passion.
In dissonance encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody,
disordered symphony got dismantled in the discord waves.
Strained smiles sneered the scarred scenario of split lone life,
songs turned into convoluted noise echoed by the sliced soul.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens,
magnified into crooked contortion of deformed essence,
forcing me to get disoriented in the waste of wreckage,
as the ruins of strained emotion dissipated building tension.
I was at a carnival when I saw a fortune teller
Dressed in a very colorful ankle length skirt
With a matching peasant blouse and bandana
Who was saying come gaze in to my crystal
Ball.
It will show you what you want answers to
Most of all.
Would it be marriage? Nah. You wouldn't
Settle for average.
How about finances which are all the rage?
Could it be the one and only love of your heart?
Who will be with you til death do you part?
Maybe you like to travel as a famous personage.
Awe! It's business. I can show you an inside
Leverage.
None of the above. Your a cynic?
I will prove this is all authentic.
Nope not in this age.
My pocketbook is not big enough to find out
Whether you are or are not a fortune teller
Or sage.
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
rainbow rhapsody
morphs momentarily
into
morose mélange
of
shredded exuberance
bleeding colors
from
chromatic clouds
of
twilight zone
embroidered ephemerally
by
sunset spectrum
permeates profoundly
as
ingrained insignia
of
cobalt lattice
of
broken heart
painting blue
love linen
f r a y e d....
receding requiem
of
remote roses
resonates melody
in
tragic concerto
of
melancholic medley
as
petals wilt
with
forlorn feelings
while
dripping teardrops
of
mourning dew
on
floral luster
fading
desiccates desolate
in
somber sunshine
of
marooned mind
flagging flowers
make motif
of
withered wreath
for
decedent passion
o b s c u r e....
convergent cacophony
accrues dissonance
relentless
in
entropy cauldron
of
disharmonic music
as
snarled symphony
of
dismantled tune
incoherent
on
refrain ripples
discordant
configured contorted
in
strained smile
sneers sense
inane
of
lonely life
where
sanguinity songs
transform deplorably
into
nonsensical noise
echoed errantly
by
reflective soul
a r c a n e....
life’s leitmotif
listless
seen skeptically
through
cynic lens
indolent
of
distorted essence
magnifies manifold
into
crooked contortion
of
convoluted consciousness
a b e r r a n t....
Yours truly dug deep with bony strength
in tandem with fantasy notions know
king around in figurative heady
toboggan noggin like cranial carapace
to muster every ounce of strength
in an effort to escape chronic confrontation
with endless streak of bleakness.
Although cursed with brutish,
nasty, and short nefarious fate
as a measly looking human
varmint, this grimy,
grungy, mangy, rangy, et cetera
looking besotted being
clung with all the might
within his five foot ten inch
or so tall and one hundred
and sixty five pound body
to transcend sigh grimly
twerking terrestrial travesty
that tweeted n tweaked laugh-in
fickle finger of fate in my favor.
I tapped into atavistic survival skills
summoned willpower to stay alive
drinking butter bear while heavy cross
of dirty poor poverty borne.
No matter a hard-core skeptic at heart,
this cynic plaintively called
for divine intervention
to help one nondescript human piece
of flotsam and jetsam
to cope - living like
doleful junkyard dog.
In essence, this abandoned, ignored
and shunned vagrant frequently
raged against the Deus ex machine
found figurative amidst
literal lovely bones
slim pick hens with demons
that tormented psyche.
While traipsing along litter strewn
condemned boulevard of broken dreams,
torn and well-worn shoe kicked
a couple of long discarded items.
These weather beaten hands
reflexively bent to retrieve accouterments.
One comprised colorful jagged shard,
in a previous lifetime
housed cheap fermented liquor.
Nothing but crud
filled remnant of dog gone
booze hounds’ favorite drink.
When angels battle the Lord of the Flies,
apologists war with devils of doubt
(the skeptic, the cynic, and worldly-wise);
the unknowns shrink the hearts of the devout:
fear, disease, pain, war, death, all the horror
of Eve's sin for heeding that serpent's lies,
whilst doubting the Truth in whose hand mirror
we creatures viewed ourselves immortal, wise
like gods. But doubt, like hope, refreshes faith;
and faith, belief, when fertilized, knows grace:
then revelation (with love, mercy, and ruth,
from Him that made the earth and us, a race
of humans both male and female). Whether
we choose, live, die: all rising together!