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If you have courage...
If you have courage...
You will, open your eyes
If you have courage...
You will not believe all their lies
If you have courage...
You will get up when you stumble
If you have courage...
You will always try to stay humble
If you have courage...
You will begin on your destination
If you have courage...
You will always humbly accept direction
If you have courage...
You will always open your mind
If you have courage...
Peace and happiness you will find
If you have courage...
You will try to understand others
If you have courage...
You will see all men as your brothers
If you have courage...
You will, try to see my point of view
If you have courage...
You will, better understand you
If you have courage...
You will, search for the truth
If you have courage...
You will not allow despising of your youth
If you have courage...
You will examine all the facts
If you have courage...
You will defend the truth from all attacks
If you have courage...
You will not follow the crowd
If you have courage...
You will testify out loud
If you have courage...
You will seek answers to your questions
If you have courage...
You will accept them without hesitation
If you have courage...
You will confess your faith in God
If you have courage...
You will not care when they call you odd
If you have courage...
You will understand why you believe
If you have courage...
You will not be easily deceived
If you have courage...
You will stand by your convictions
If you have courage...
You will help others with their contradictions
If you have courage...
You will not fear impending disaster
If you have courage...
You will have already obeyed God as your master
Do you have courage?
John Derek Hamilton
December 08,2016
A place called someday
Is no day at all.
Just a corner of oval darkness
Shadowing shapes with no
shape to fall.
Darkness as deep,
As a perfect storm's squalls.
I wish I'd seen this side of
yesterday
Before I felt darkness claw.
And on this side of tomorrow
I still have a chance to change,
So that tomorrow's yesterday
Brings no memories of pain
And the tomorrow that today
defines
Will be yesterday's refrain.
While yesterday's tomorrow
Has but one chance to win.
As the darkness will fade into
light
And a new day will begin.
Still the time that's called
someday
Has no time to blend.
While tomorrow's yesterday
Is only yesterday's today
And tomorrow, yesterday
Is but a memory away.
The shadow of tomorrow
Is what we call today
And yesterday keeps me
dreaming of a time known only
as someday.
And tomorrow may never come
my way
If I'm only looking for that time
called someday.
So don't be deceived by
"someday's" lies
Tomorrow exists not
And yesterday has died
So today is the only chance
you'll have
To live your life.
oh, where shall I fix my eyes upon the end
for man has taught me to look forward in time
in admiring the signs to take place
in order for the Lord to return
what do we know so much of the beginning
in which we have the knowledge of the end
the Lord and our soul have no end
for all for the end to come is vain
for they did not recognize the Lord when he came
and still do not submit unto his calling
to be unified and walk as one
the signs we should embrace
is the spirit no one knows where it comes from
or its path it is headed,but is left in awe by
the change and transformation created within
the end in which I seek is in plain view
from which the Lord fulfilled
in that day when he paid the ultimate sacrifice
all is complete and placed under his feet
that he might come and dwell within
to shine his light unto a deceived world
to put an end in our walk alone
that we might see we are the beast
in which must be lead to the cross
to become aware of the end of flesh is the end
that we must be burned away and purified
allowing the birth of Jesus to rise
for only through the Lord shall our
carnal and corrupt desires be laid to rest
the Lord returned as a trumpet
in the day I called out broken
from this time I tried to please the Lord
thankfully I am reminded I am a leaf and he is the tree
all our strength and support must come through him
before we can see the end
we must become aware we are dead without christ
for only through the Lord shall we be raised
with a quicken spirit to mortify our earthen vessel
to put an end to our earthy knowledge
and instill the knowledge of truth united as one
no longer longing to seek praise of man
but seeking to give glory unto the Lord
They said love was a risk.
They didn’t say
it could feel like a staged performance.
I gave my whole heart...
not a rental,
not a sample,
not a “let’s see.”
The whole thing.
And it was handed back to me
creased
bruised
like something returned without a receipt.
So I blamed myself.
Of course I did.
If it was my fault
then I could fix it.
If I was too much
I could be less.
If I loved too loudly
I could whisper next time.
It felt safer
to be defective
than deceived.
But here’s the truth that came after...
slow,
stubborn,
holy.
Sometimes we trust the wrong people.
And that is not a sin.
Some people show you
what they know you’ll fall for.
They study your softness.
They rehearse tenderness.
They mirror your longing
until it looks like destiny.
And when you finally open,
when you finally say
“Here. Take all of me.”
That’s when the curtain drops.
And you think
you imagined it.
But you didn’t.
You loved honestly.
They loved strategically.
There is a difference.
My curse was never loving too deeply.
My curse was thinking
depth required self-blame.
But I am not at fault
for believing what I was shown.
I am not foolish
for responding to warmth.
I am not broken
for wanting something real.
The only thing that bruised me
was giving oceans
to someone who brought a cup.
And that is not a flaw in the ocean.
That is a limitation of the cup.
Love can be blind if and when she chooses to be.
And I have come to know at least three types of love.
May I not rock the boat, but have I really seen blind love?
The love from above sees nakedly, and loves anyway.
The love from a true friend is like a custom made camera that developes a picture of you, but exposes far less than it sees in you.
Perhaps romantic love is most vulnerable when she refuses to see.
Romantic love, emotionally charged, sees through clouded lenses.
Nevertheless, it’s clear to me also that love sometimes serves us best,
when she withholds that which may well shatter our stable nest.
She will often reveal 'in part', in the interest of what’s best for us.
She opens the book of facts, but leaves some things to discuss.
She delivers from deep darkness, but withholds the brightest light.
She takes a back seat, more willing “to love” than “to be right”
Loves sees both weaknesses and strengths, but continues to build the bridge.
She hears rumors and tastes the bitterness; but still finds a way to make it sweet. She sees the imperfections and feels the pain, but loves just the same.
No, she’s neither ignorant nor naïve, and knows the danger of being deceived.
She’s just willing to keep believing in you, never giving up on you, ever rooting for you, ever coping with you. Ever hoping.
03262016 PS Contest, Free Verse On Love 111, Laura Loo 10/28/17; i st Contest, July Standard, Strand, NA
Tears falling like a pouring rain,
So hard to watch her in so much pain.
Words that say nothing spoken aloud,
The clouds of darkness are all around.
Their love and trust now falling apart,
Deception is how all that will start.
Foundations shattered by so many lies,
On and on they go not ever knowing why .
So sad this once a wonderful life ,
Turned into emptiness for all their nights.
Her fears puddling all about her feet,
A reminder of the nights she will not sleep.
How it must hurt not able to believe ,
When you've learned how you've been deceived.
Always thinking that the love was so grand ,
That's all changed now because of one man.
If only there was something I could say ,
To make her forget this her worst of all days.
A heart that has so much love to share ,
Will find that someone , someday ,somewhere.
Tac
Written: August 18, 2023
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In the realm where words intertwine,
A tale of rain, fierce to remind,
Where shadows dance, emotions ignite,
Beneath the veil of a moonless night.
The heaviest rain falls, a torrential pour,
As if the skies weep and implore,
To cleanse the world of all its pain,
Washing away the sins and the stain.
And in this tempest, I stand alone.
Realizing my own stupidity, I bemoan
How easily I was deceived and led astray.
By the one who held my heart at bay.
I whim our love was true and real.
But now I grasp the truth—the deal.
You acted as a magician, tugging the strings.
Guiding every action, and the delight it brings.
If only I had suspected if only I had known,
Behind your smile, darkness had grown.
Your eyes, as a stormy sea, are so deep.
Hiding the secrets you would always keep
But now, I view it through your guise.
The color of your eyes—the truth it implies.
For in the depths of your gaze, I find,
A reflection of wickedness, malice, unkind.
Lucky was I to have seen through the veil.
To have escaped your twisted tale.
To have realized your intentions were so vile,
And now, my heart—longs to defile.
In my sight, you once held such sway,
But now I'd wish to devour you, push you to pay.
For the pain and the lies you inflicted on me,
I'll reclaim my power and set myself free.
In this realm where words intertwine,
I'll write a raw story, one that's wholly mine.
I formed a basin of attraction
somewhere inside my brain
It pulled deduction toward it
Mere reason was in vain.
They warned me she was mean
She treated horses bad in Texas
I discounted what they'd seen
Thought they had complexes.
Her ex sat down across from me
said "there's something missing there:
There's no promise she will keep...
I beg you to beware!"
But my basin of attraction
said this time she'd be true
Warnings could not get traction
In one ear and out they flew.
She was my type, I believed
A false model grew in my mind
But events proved I self-deceived
flipped that basin, truth aligned.
So all you who study brain computation:
learn how the landscape warps and bends
It may help some avoid the consternation
of making that mistake again.
Last I heard she found acting roles
with cowboys on the silver screen
Jealous pang inside my soul
Then they tried to shoot the roundup scene
The horses bucked and threw her.
cause they knew - she was plain mean.
Production failed, couldn't sue her
Studio budget was wiped clean.
But she hooked a wealthy actor
He ignored my note saying "beware"
He spiraled into a chaotic attractor.
I understand, because I've been there.
I write these words from my heart, just to say to you,
that in this world, many things are not true.
Our eyes can deceive us, as we’ve been deceived,
not everything was right, just as we believed.
There are those who do things, without choice,
they are seen by others, with out voice.
Always be gentle, always being kind,
no matter what situation in life that you find.
Its time for yourself, when you’re alone, you see,
replenishing, everything, drained from you and me.
Solitude, and peace, quiets a beating heart,
while yielding and surrendering do there very part.
Be careful of how you see yourself, no matter who you are, I say,
Our own eyes can deceive us, in a very subtle way.
Don't make me promises of riches,
or expose me to false visions;
I live with meager means,
to surpass the wisdom of kings:
and as long as my music lives...
there won't be struggle or need!
As a youngster,I dreamed without illusion,
knowing which dreams were lasting and real:
discarding those causing deprivation,
not to be deceived by their vivid feel!
Notes of unwritten symphonies battered
this head...'till they quietly entered,
and at night-time at the same hour,I used
to hear their harmony as they sweetly played;
was that a gift I should have pursued,
or let it go to waste as if it never existed?
Until tomorrow shone
with the splendor of the eternal sun,
nothing I kept for myself or
expected hand-outs without deserving them;
this honesty was part of my integrity...
and everyone saw it and was amazed!
I swam through those rough waters of an inclement river,
suffocating,and not saying a word;
and finally my frustration found an outlet of relief...
my calm ocean awaited me at the end of my journey;
and as long as my music lives,
so will this undaunted spirit!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci