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So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
The lie, twisted and distorted,
Wrapped haphazardly around valor,
Seeking to destroy the strength,
Pursuing the panicked, the distressed
With worries, anxieties, dread
That deafens the words of creativity.
The lie, wound around the purpose,
Distorted as the demon’s intentions,
Perverted nights and desperation,
Cruel and bitter doubts,
Piercing through the promise of peace,
Who washes away the darkness.
The lie, listening for the hope,
Deafening inspiration with warped seas,
Melancholy and defeat,
Reasoning with the soul’s belief,
Reaching beneath shadows of grief,
As aching wounds flow in weakest terrors.
The lie, signaling to the joy,
Hasty to survive the heart’s wishes,
Exaggerating distrust, inflating cynicism,
Phobias challenge the faith, the feelings,
When courage reaches beyond the silence,
Into the wintery colors of anticipation.
The lie, rising from the flames of failure,
Growing strong on nutrients of disasters,
Erasing the music of laughter,
Collapsing the promise of acceptance,
Causing the soul to believe its apprehension…
Isn’t just fear, but authenticity – so sincere.
The lie, writes darkness in the shadows,
Sends the soul feelings of depression,
Defines the light as merely a reflection –
Moving through the days, despairing of the grays –
Who tempt the life with second chances –
To just see past the fear, into the soul’s daring,…
Where the lie ends – in the beautiful winds of nerve,
Found in those who can see past the fear,
Into the faith that makes a way through every doubt –
Faith that agrees with the grace that can see…
Beneath the cowardice of the lie, the fear’s fire
Will surely be blown out by the curls of God’s breath.
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clinging flesh tethered bones
fumbling
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uncatchable
losing ground
ephemeral scope
a leathered novelty
of jumbling alphabets
despairing formation
a semblance
of hope
measured
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a gram
a whiff of air
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when i look in to your dark round eyes,
you seem so distant, your persona is now a disguise.
For someone who was once so full of lifes existence.
Now all thats left of you is your remote eerily distance.
Its despairing how much you have changed today.
you are still here in flesh but it feels like your souls passed away.
There will never be an escape from this, it will be here until the end.
Its sad but its true, this is a disease that will never mend.
for a long time you had been quite content, your words where muddled but you always
smiled.
Theres none of that now as you have become even more of a child.
Its disturbing to watch this alzheimer's slowly destroying your mind,
especially for a woman who had a spirit that always shined.
Its easier to be remembered for the person you where before,
but someday this will all be over for you and you won't have to suffer from it anymore.
In twilight’s grip, where shadows creep,
A haunted trail begins to weep.
The wind it howls, a mournful tune,
As ghosts emerge beneath the moon.
The gnarled trees twist in despair,
With every step, I sense their stare.
Each rustling leaf, a whispered plea,
For those who tread so carelessly.
A lantern’s glow flickers and fades,
While phantoms dance in ghostly parades.
Their laughter echoes through the night,
A chilling sound that sparks fright.
The air grows thick with tales untold,
Of restless spirits brave yet bold.
They wander lost in time's embrace,
Forever seeking their own place.
Beware the fork where shadows blend;
Where light and dark do twist and bend.
For on this path of dread and fear,
Lies every nightmare drawing near.
Yet if you pause to listen close,
You’ll hear their stories—every ghost.
In sorrow's shade and fleeting breath,
A haunting song that speaks of death.
But take heart still; let courage rise!
For even through despairing skies—
There’s beauty found in what remains:
The love that's lost but never wanes.
So walk the trail with wary grace;
Embrace the fear—the chill—the space.
For though it’s haunted by the past,
Each step may lead to peace at last.
Love of God makes me vibrantly alive midst His light
While my heart thanks His assured salvation with worshipful delight
Conquering hindrances due to sinful blight
As I walk on paths of truth and right…
Knowing “That God should love a sinner such as I
Should yearn to change my sorrow into bliss,
Nor rest till He had planned to bring me nigh
How wonderful is love like this!”*
Love of God upholds me triumphantly midst His commitment
Upon sanctification-purged prayer by His grace-bestowment
As I vanquish distractions due to selfish entanglement
For me to benefit from His blessings’ endowment…
Believing that “I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean
How marvelous, how wonderful is my Saviour’s love for me.”**
Love of God cheers me radiantly midst His victory
In offering my grateful praises against gloom and worry
To be a blessing to others, giving to Him all the glory
While reaching-out to others; sharing His Gospel story…
Claiming for His “Precious love, oh, wondrous love divine
Can it be this matchless love is mine?
Yes! Its power thrills me, and its glory fills me
Praise His name, I know His love is mine.”***
Love of God propels me jubilantly midst His guidance
Toward faithful stewardship along diligent work-performance
Despite struggles, trials and afflictions causing grievance
While I continue in His mercy that drives my perseverance…
Trusting the Lord Who cares for me when
“I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more;
But the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me, now safe am I
Love lifted me, when nothing else could help, love lifted me.****
* Such Love by C. Bishop and Robert Harkness
**My Saviour’s Love by Chas H. Gabriel
***I Know His Love is Mine by Avis B. Christiansen and Albert Allen Ketchum
****Love lifted Me by James Rowe and Howard Smith
Rarely not windy
In the far flung
Squarely unfairly unsung
Seriously deliriously magical
Mystical..mythical Catlins
Rather adept at being
Scarily palaver kept..
Wild & warily windswept
Gusts crept not
Slowing then leapt
Boom & bust thrust lust
Not caring us despairing
Sussed trussed trees cussed
Unruly unjust showing growing
Glaring..nonplussed
Haring..not fussed
Duly well &
Truly cruelly blowing
A helluva Hooley
Mean flurry of almost obscene
Breeze seems in no hurry to ease.
Smashed...whacked...bashed.. smacked
Lashed...by gusting...busting galloping gales
Never fails to leave me blustered and flustered
Lolloping..at the end of my tether
Amazed by crazed walloping weather
Raised & mustered
Brazen Mother Nature dolloping
All turned to custard
Surely they will pass...these fast blasts can't last
No need to be cryptic..it's almost apocalyptic
Have we sinned against the god of wind
Feel the real deal glee of Taw Fee Ree (Maori God of Wind)
Maybe he might hear me...respond to this plea...
Help our plight...let us alight from
The fight against the fright
Flight of breezy bite blight..
Just some respite
But it is quite a sight
Wild fling..Aotearoa spring can bring..
Darkness & light
Centre staging..in the raging...roaring..rampaging forties
No point deploring..knocking..ignoring
Shocking haughty windy warlocks
Soaring..scoring..rocking the joint
Warring.. doing their naughty thing
You are glistening
Upon a eloquent design
I claim it…it’s mine
Paint me a brighter day
without gluttony…
without trouble
I’ll be captivated in an
everlasting utopia
Look! Here comes a beam
from the sunshine
I claim it…it’s mine
Glistening
Captivated in
Complete delusion
Deeper trouble occurs…
The day grows longer
I can’t stand it
any longer
It’s as hectic as ever
this weather
Isn’t what I endeavor
I don’t have much
To hang on to
Just to be true
I’ll always appreciate you
Your adoring aroma
Caught in a glimpse
of fantasies
catches my nightmares
and places all my fears
in a fond jar
I disappear
in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness
earning a kiss
from the wild east
at last…seeking my feast
Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside
Fix the faucet
and deny the tundra
and shroud me as an umbrella
Disappear into a superb dream
Work as a team
drown the misty waters
Bring me to life
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand…double
Work as a team
Circulate around a mist of dreams
and drench the nightmares to disgrace
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double
Patiently…unsteadily,
I wait for a vibrant day,
feeling sporadic…
ripping away the sweltering
irregular expansion
Are you looking for trouble?
Watch the day expand and double
Slowly and steady
Do I watch the waterfall
pass away as the years
slip away…drying up inside
I’ll suggest you wait awhile
to wash up the longer days
and decreasing the deeper trouble
I disappear ultimately
in a despairing tide
falling…failing
helplessly…
hoarsely…
unsaved against
a river of mellowness
earning a kiss
from the wild east
eventually…
seeking my feast
gliding against
a most mellowest
Tide
When driving in Colorado or Nevada,
where twilight crimson rays on canyons burn,
into ancient layers of blood red strata -
on crooked roads, don't take the wrong turn.
They say, in these parts, a lonesome cowman's spirit
every evening returns
to this despairing place or somewhere near it,
just as the blazing sun adjourns.
For a century his heart was laden,
since his proposal was coldly spurned
by a cruel, but lovely maiden;
and since then his heart has yearned.
The canyon's winds can chill you to the core -
the doleful moan that will not learn,
but waits in vain, and hopelessly implores
an echo that will never return.
Aren't many or any finer than Dan me ol mucker & china who now looks out for nightmare cooks or crooks making money off the books with rare meat on dirty hooks in filthy nooks but don't care want to give him a shiner for saying don't be hasty or cheat prepare pukka tasty tucker & succour...safe fayre to eat for every diner...
Owners booming hysteria at inspector criteria
Kitchens so unclean like a war scene in Liberia
Zooming in you find they're grooming Listeria
Rightly fuming that it is blooming like wisteria
Hardly stellar told fella to have old mortadella
Rank covered in dank mould stank in the cellar
Dan who's a fan of Paul Weller is a fortune teller
Scores on doors stop more spores of Salmonella
Suss some are no faff or fuss a them & us schism
Despairing whiners cuss not caring about criticism
Cleanliness next to Godliness just an anachronism
Foolish witticism as diners get ghoulish botulism
Out of date food they buy deny do things on the fly
Just comply no treason and here’s the reason why
If duff stuff you season on the sly to try and get by
The Council’s the fall guy as folks do die from Ecoli
Hunch lunch or brunch scare dodgy ware of tupper
Owners get shirty but it’s so dirty can’t serve supper
Ask my man Dan this is not a masterplan to scupper
A public sector inspector would rather have a cuppa
Despite challenging threats of World War III crises...
Let’s seek God* Who compassionately blesses
As we show good works’ practices
While clinging to His promises
Indeed relying upon what His “Fear not” expresses.
Despite discouraging gloom brought by a World War III environment...
Let’s yield to God so we can avoid evil engagement
As we persevere in our Christian covenant-fulfillment
While striving to do our commitment
Indeed fixed on His “Be of good cheer” words of contentment.
Despite tormenting picture of a World War III situation...
Let’s abide in God to conquer seemingly helpless condition
As we remain steadfast in our well-doing function
While showing strong determination
Indeed anchored on His “Trust in the Lord” declaration.
Despite burdening World War III imagined hardship...
Let’s submit to God in vanquishing deceitful partnership
As we stay responsible in our stewardship
While seeking His fellowship
Indeed lifting His name for His “Praise ye the Lord” in our worship.
Despite distracting World War III-rattle...
Let’s beseech God in Whose might we can settle
As we become victorious in our spiritual health and sanitation battle
While overcoming uncleanness’ mantle
Indeed cleaving to His “Be strong in the Lord” mettle.
Despite attacking World War III restlessness...
Let’s call unto God to win against the flesh and worldliness
As we strive to be consistent in our prayer-earnestness
While staying in His gracious faithfulness
Indeed fired up by His “Be ye holy” to fight sinfulness.
Despite despairing World War III impending reality...
Let’s depend on God in sharing the Gospel against adversity
As we increase in our faith’s intensity
While thanking Him humbly with joy’s purity
Indeed empowered by His “Lovest thou me...?" test of sincerity.
*Psalm 69:32 The humble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.
May 11, 2020
Edited on September 13, 2023