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I have nothing more to write. I have nothing else to give.
I have nothing left inside. I have no reason to live.
I have everything that’s precious. I hold everything that’s dear.
I am daily given all I need to make my dreams appear.
I am so damn tired of trying when I know I’ll fail again.
Why do so many trust me when I’ll hurt them in the end?
I’ve been given oh so many gifts and granted so much time.
I’m blessed to see the visions with the truths they hold sublime.
I am chained to my addictions. I’m a prisoner caged inside,
and despite the fact I hold the key, there I ever will reside.
I know I can do most anything with the talents that are mine.
I am buoyed by friends and family who will help me anytime.
I feel to fade away to black and rid you of my plight.
I bid you all my last farewell as I give up this fight.
I look up with hope, and out with faith knowing all will work out well.
The God of Heaven watches me… his glory I will tell.
Post-coital Tristesse:
Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do you feel as though you’ve been tossed out of Eden, your innocence lost, virtue corrupted, soul shattered? Do you feel empty despite the abundance of consumer goods that fill your shelves, stock your pantries, furnish your chambers, and entertain your senses? If so, there may be hope for you. If not, you’re a sl*t. If you feel like you’ve come away with a bad case of the clap, don’t be surprised. You did it to yourself. Now go home and put on your big boy pants or your big girl panties. There’s work to be done and you’re not helping. Let’s face it, most people are sheep. You can be like that, or you can take responsibility for ennobling the human condition by seeing through the bull! It’s your choice to make. Bon soir, mon ami.
Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart
not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow
most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will
a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul
so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well
so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ
The hand came forward to hold her wrist
While the other gave her breast a twist
The undressing slowly as he gawked
The deafening silence as neither one talked
She never gave permission to visit her tonight
He said he didn’t need it, she was his despite the fight.
Soon his hand grabbed at her thigh
And started up toward brown sky
With caverns underneath for exploring
Not a chance these caves would be boring.
He delved into the cave, flashlight in hand
Pushing and pulling against the soft sand
Which covered the floor of the cave he was in
He reached back slowly and grabbed her shin
When his search for gold was finally done
He left her as he found her, in the car, alone.
Written for a Creative Writing class in 1990, assignment: a court case given to us to reflect in a poem.
midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by the brooks~ are barely there,
and those who survived have so many stories to tell.
still flowing- the Vito river
despite so many summer drought
still limpid on its march to the sea
whilst faded on its parched sands
my whilom friends' footprints~
who ran so fast that time
until youth came elusive in their eyes
the placid breeze now echo
nostalgic reminiscence
of a once warm abode...
oh, how time devoured the dainty dreams we built
how time entombed unspoken anguish
on beloved ones' eternal repose...
how time like wind teased our midnight lamps
and yet we lived the night like day~
with so many songs to sing...
with so much love to share...
when taste of life was only sweet.
oh, how we passed the time away~
unmindful of its ticking...
unmindful where did it go
now, as I stand ~
in front of these forlorn tombstones
in my hands are stone tablets
that bear the names of two people
who were once a slave of time;
in peace, they slumbered~
for they finally conquered,
the unconquerable.
Through tears, my heart hears
The melancholy in his tone, his voice
Offering me the song – the fog clears
“I waited for you for forty years”
His eyes meet mine, and for the first time
I see inside, the memories so alive
Despite the truth, it felt like a crime
But I know the wonder of a light,
A light that shines through his eyes
Pouring out music, a song fading
Beneath the rhythm of our sighs
Softly playing, a sweet summer night
There we were, beside the river
Fireflies dancing in the distance
We were part of a plan from the master giver,
The One who stirred these feelings to life…
Can I ever imagine forgetting that time
When the shadows stilled, stars & the moon
We were so young, still in our prime
Passions and feelings, silencing the roar
Deafening, a wind who abides
Inside the soul who knows true love
Love that believes and never subsides
It is the place I go when I need to unwind
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Why did you choose this moment?
What line was hardest to write?
What did you remove from the first draft?
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This was a moment when I felt like I knew my husband best because he was telling me that he - like me - had waited for the love story we began so many years ago, a story that had finally become a reality in our early sixties. We were meant for each other and this is a poem that speaks that clearly. The line that was hardest to write was the "statement' that had been said. I couldn't decide exactly which moment to use and this one came gently to ease my angst with this decision. I didn't remove anything. This is the first draft.
He is the man of my life and l can bank on it,
A rock l can count on with forever being secure,
He is what God had in mind when he said, “Let there be men”,
Many don their smiles upon his presence,
But well, what can l say, “He is mine”,
So flawed but perfect,
At least l now know how it feels to be loved without trying,
His chocolate skin and smile makes me forget about my own existence,
Not just his looks but what is within,
But well l guess l am not much into his appearance,
The ruler of my mind despite of his absence,
The very reason l wake up next to wet dreams on my pillow case,
Cause l cant seem to close my eyes without picturing his face,
I cling on the little crumbs he leaves in the plate,
Because l have no shame,
He's the very reason I marvel at the hands I possess,
The same ones that seek his pockets, no less,
A power to captivate, to make his heart race,
An ounce of joy that that fills me upon seeing his name popping on my screen,
I guess he is what God has been preparing for me when l prayed for Mr. Right.
November 13 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 3-4
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SUFFICIENCY FULFILLER
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your epistle’s exhortation
Thank You for Your Word that enriches me with Your divine satisfaction
Always wise in teaching me to trust You despite crises’ intervention…
Keep me in Your compassion wherein I enjoy Your provision.
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your perfect testament
Thank You for Your resurrection that assures me eternal settlement
Always true in reviving me with Your glorious accomplishment…
Keep me in Your righteousness wherein I abide with glad contentment.
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your majestic excellence
Thank You for Your standard that propels me with Your holy license
Always strong in upholding me by Your steadfast defense…
Keep me in Your grace wherein I delight in Your presence.
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your entrusted ministry
Thank You for Your calling that moves me to share Your Gospel story
Always radiant in cheering me up while battling in Your infantry…
Keep me in Your service wherein I work, claiming Your victory.
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your heavenly treasure
Thank You for Your power that enables me midst trials’ pressure
Always helpful in aiding me along prayer and supplication-measure…
Keep me in Your deliverance wherein I hide against displeasure.
Lord God, You are my sufficiency Fulfiller through Your supreme authority
Thank You for Your blessing that shields me from scarcity and poverty
Always abundant in replenishing me with Your generosity…
Keep me in Your care wherein I stay while valuing my Biblical spirituality.
November 13, 2023
Despite crises, God’s victory rules with His bounty
Dispelling hardships causing despair, anguish and anxiety
His help enables the diligent to fight poverty
Enriching them with labor’s fruits of productivity.
Despite crises, God’s guidance keeps His believers settled
Leading them to His perfect will where they are safely handled
His wisdom directs them against being deceived and rattled
Thus, they overcome struggles tenaciously when embattled.
Despite crises, God’s holy pursuits magnify His presence
Putting to shame selfish goals of no value and sense
His standards push His followers toward noble persistence
Against worldliness that pulls them down by its alluring insistence.
Despite crises, God’s power exalts what’s right
Moving His stewards to do their utmost best with commitment-light
Making them to be blessings with their good works’ might
As with servants’ hearts, they praise the Lord with gratitude’s delight.
Despite crises, God-given freedom can be enjoyed indeed,
Worshiping Him is exciting, unmindful of time to exceed
Sin-slavery He can vanquish to meet every soul’s need
Spiritual hunger - He alone - with His satisfaction can feed*.
*Ezekiel 34:15 I will feed my flock, and I will cause them to lie down, saith the Lord GOD.
July 4, 2018
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.