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In remembrance of a time
Myself, unknowingly was formless and empty
Darkness blocking out the light
Consumed of worldly chaos.
Then one day the light was revealed
Now being able to look back in my life seeing God
Was hovering around until that day
Revealing the darkness that holds one captive
In Christ promised spirit to set one ablaze
To destroy the land one has created on their own
Are received from mankinds deceitful planting
In seeing this world in a whole
Is everything going against God
As always, only to be revealed through
The quickening and manifesting of removing darkness
Not of own works but through the light
Seeing there is this battle within
But light shines out the darkness
That Christ might be the rising light into day
Harvesting in the morning glory of His work
Consumed of His newfound and inexpressible
Joy, peace, and love for all.
May , God bless, comfort, guide and fill you
With His peace, love, spirit and joy in abundance.
That one might be separated
From, night unto a newfound day
Old self unto New living being
Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
Genesis 1:2?-?5 NIV
The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. You have enlarged the nation and increased their joy; they rejoice before you as people rejoice at the harvest, as warriors rejoice when dividing the plunder.
Isaiah 9:2?-?3 NIV
The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.
Isaiah 60:19 NIV
Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eyes are healthy, your whole body also is full of light. But when they are unhealthy, your body also is full of darkness. See to it, then, that the light within you is not darkness. Therefore, if your whole body is full of light, and no part of it dark, it will be just as full of light as when a lamp shines its light on you.”
Luke 11:34?-?36 NIV
Form:
The Luckiest of Men
By Rick Rucker
I called on friends yesterday,
They asked if I was okay.
They had never seen me move so slow,
They thought my energy was low.
I assured them I was fine,
I had merely drunk the wine
Of Love, my countenance was pacific,
I have no known disease specific,
Save an enlarged Heart,
Filled with sweetness, as from a tart.
They thought my symptoms somewhat scary,
They began to realize that I was very
Much in Love, no longer had to push, and shove.
My Heart was peaceful as a Dove.
I used to be so tightly wound,
My feet seldom hit the ground.
I ran everywhere I traveled,
My mind seemed to have unraveled.
Suddenly, I can stand,
With another, hand in hand.
She has caused the change in me,
She let my tethered Heart fly free!
How could this have come to pass,
That she could save me from the Morass?
With a little that, and some this,
But mostly with a passionate kiss.
It was our second date,
We had eaten, it was late,
At my watch, I took a peek,
Leaned in then to kiss her cheek,
Then, much to my surprise,
She looked me in the eyes,
And kissed me with a buss so sweet,
That I could scarcely feel my feet!
I didn’t want her to leave,
My chest had begun to heave,
The night was cold, but we were not,
I couldn’t believe that one so hot
Would show, to me, such passion,
In the open, out of fashion!
Finally, she drove away,
But, I was forced to stay,
Firmly rooted to the ground,
My head still spinning all around.
I had been on first and second dates,
Sorting through potential mates,
First, the normal couple’s sparring,
Then, no more dates, and some scarring.
She was the only one,
To have done what she had done!
She had left, and I let her,
But I wanted to practice kissing, getting better.
As her lights faded away,
I knew I couldn’t wait a day
To have another chance
To see if we would find Romance!
Now, we have been out many times,
When we kiss, I hear chimes,
Our dating is now exclusive,
The locations, more reclusive.
I have asked her to be my Wife,
Share my place, share my life.
She is much smarter than me,
She answered that we will wait and see.
I will try to let her see,
How wonderful our life could be.
As I run it all through my head again,
I am sure the luckiest of men!
You stand up in the great hall waiting for a brawl; you stand up in the great hall waiting for a miracle to pull you out of the ditch.
Words of wisdom buried in your head lying in swamps in the house of the dead. My knees are shaking my heart is racing and I need something sweet to pull up my energy from the deep, the price of gasoline is getting high and the unruly weather is bidding the earth goodbye, the pilot test is coming to an end and some people will have to leave the den.
Rhetoric is flying high in the town and validity is running up and down, the wind is blowing in the south and courage is walking in the West with an overall and a vest, pulling the crowd into their enticing net and those remaining in the East are sweating from the sun beast. Energy is walking about causing the Brits to run and shout.
Rhetoric is the art of persuasive language your words will tell you where you have been, you can stand on the hill and see in Marsha Green kitchen, the pot is stirring, the beef is roasting and a sweet aroma is spilling about.
She is cooking curry too and her man has gotten a bump on his salary and everyone in Marsha Green’s family is feeling very happy.
A dinner for two has turned out to be a dinner for ten, the lion is racing around the den, they are inviting additional guest to show and so the menu list is getting bigger and the space is enlarged around the public eye. Grill fish, grill chicken, and smoked ham is there to make you feel strong.
Exotic food will calm your mood but the bulla cake will give you running belly and the curry will make you walk in a hurry. I can smell it from a distance and everyone is waiting on the invitation. The rhetoric is high and you have got to ignore it while you fly around in the sky.
What are you looking at? You have got to find someone to paint over your saucy frock, you must add additional prop and polish your finger with salt and pepper. Your foul mouth and your brazen throat will give you a little idea what I am talking about.
Rhetoric is the heart of the crown and persuasive language is wearing a long gown; no matter how soft you speak it is enough to disrupt their heart beat, your culture is bubbling up in the deep.
Keep your balance, stick to your plan and you will enjoy all the fruit of the land. Rhetoric is all you have to rely on.
Cracked windshields,
cracked sidewalks,
broken hopes,
sad dreams,
hurry before the fire starts,
and your good friends leave you
and your enemies take you over,
hurry before people cry out
for the happiness you possess
they with suck you dry like a bone
and take you for granted;
when they need you,
they are nowhere to be found,
just check the coffee shops
and bookstores;
they'll be there,
hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl
or that real cute guy you really like a lot.
See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield
in a rainstorm,
but just remember that you can always get it fixed
and the charge will be free;
but keep driving with a cracked windshield
you will regret it! - Don't regret life,
for it is a special gift.
Pave that road or sidewalk gold,
see that love is in the air all over,
not just for a certain few,
Love is in the air,
sing it! Sing it so loud
that the people will see your true beauty
if they stick around long enough to see your true self.
Cracked smiles,
with chiseled abs and rock solid chest
and a nice face,
that is all we want in life,
we don't want brains,
or logic,
or a sense of humor,
if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them...
NO! We want the bikini body,
the beach body,
that hour glass figure,
and we want our teeth straight,
and our breasts enlarged
and our horoscopes read from the TV.,
we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake
and we want money and time and fame and that dream body
and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that,
that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect...
and that is the heart, the soul,
the heart and soul never receive cracks
because they’re not fake and cheap materialistic things.
We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield,
and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks,
because we aren't Barbie’s and Ken dolls,
no we are human beings,
created to bound and be tortured by temptations
and admit to their mistakes,
even if they don't want too.
We are unique with or without that crack,
but never pave that crack,
never pave that pothole,
because that is a mistake in your open road called life
that made your journey unique!
Cherish those cracks
cherish them forever.
12/4/13
There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who is glued to a pen. I watch as she writes as fast as she can to try and keep up with her racing thoughts. There is a girl I know who observes more than you would expect. She keeps her eyes to the ground until the world turns around. There is someone I know who has stronger feelings than everyone else. She has energy for days, but has learned to stay quiet and still. She has manners that were learned from movies and English grammar books piled in her room. Studying every day because she wants to respect others, like the way the world should be. This person I know is beginning to let her guard down. She frowns more often than she used to, and her mouth is closed more than it has ever been. I see how tired she is as she slumps down in her seat, her legs stretched out past her desk. She observes the people who have been hurt like her and writes about how she wants to help. Her words on paper, like letters that have been written but never sent. Once you become invisible, it stays, and she wouldn't dare cross that line. There is a girl who observes a boy she knows. He struggles to manage the hurt and balance pain and work. She observes his idiot friends and watches the way he hides behind jokes and smiles. There is a girl I know who hides behind jokes and smiles. There is a girl I know who loves everyone she knows, despite actions and reputations. She has been stuck in relationships that pressured gossip, and pain. But now, she is told her heart is too forgiving for her own good. Even if this is true, she doesn't care. There is a girl I know who has found a few people who care for her in the way she longs to care for other people she knows. There is a girl I know who has gone to the doctor and found two enlarged masses in her head. She has been diagnosed with six different kinds of migraines. Her body is weak, and each time she moves, she trembles. This girl I know was told the worst sentence she has ever heard. A doctor asking, “Holy , how are you still alive,” proclaiming, “you have really been hurting, havent you,” it almost hurts to hear these words even more.
Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced
My ordinary admonished by gaze from onxyx eyes
Quick reflex and instinct, skills by which Frog relies
Shine of black marble smartness lures me nearer
Knowing even with my bulk, I'm somehow inferior
Rubber eyelid winks, peels open again enlarged
Eye wrinkles droop to hammock, I'm encouraged
To nestle within humid folds, shrunk human glued
Oscillated in his lid lures languishing duly procured
Spun suddenly, rubbery cocoon cosy lurches erratic
Some worry occurs I'll drown outside skin hammock
Prior to paranoia taking over, thrown from dizzying ride
Launched into stark big bowl with steep slippery sides
Swim in cistern spew strangely renders me cleansed
Lap in lurid blue sends me to inevitably to S bends
Whooshed and flushed with refreshed perspective
Dark harassed by diffused hues tug seductive
Dolphin derived, my smooth unphased by spiralling
Saturated zones, ease honed, enamour never tiring
Snorkel hole snorts water, puffs readily on its purification
Imbibing combines giddy with clarity, senses' temptation
My forehead flicked flirtatiously by wide flamingo flippers
Splayed feathers fan surface, showcase dance floor shimmer
Cabaret her costume, shakes crystal bead rainbow release
Ravishing precise pirouettes prim pink princess completes
Her curved beak caresses my porthole brain, rubs insistantly
Into warm walnut shell weapon I'm swallowed quite quickly
I spy through pomegranate seed eye, mirror lake unswayed
Stilled kindly by wind's nonexistance, decision to travel made
Climbed to bird's tiny tiara topped crest, covered in feathers
Graceful lace tu- tu floats my aquatic future endeavour
Bouyed weightless and grateful, flip draws no resistance
Swim in S bend treasure, trip of sight resumed brilliance
*** Spring has sprung!!
- in Australia
My branch beyond
The tired pond
of Earth, awakes
Imminent Heaven
(perhaps)
*** A collapse of facts
Flight of flamingo regalia
Revel in place of waste
- Mystery flush takes
on its S bend
1st September 2020
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
no ones allowed to turn back time?
No quarter given to right their wrongs,
forgiveness for the things they've done;
Worked too hard, grew up too fast,
and all that gave me was a past;
no credit given for deeds I've done;
critically examined by everyone;
Forever judged by one mistake,
It's not the only one I made;
I tried and failed to make them see,
the judged mistake was so tiny;
If they could see inside my mind,
they'd be afraid of what they'd find;
What lurks beneath cloaked in disguise,
trapped inside by watchful eyes;
No matter how deep the grudge,
I am myself my own worst judge;
For we all hide within ourselves,
cloaked in shadow the sins we weld;
But when our time is finally near,
we realize our own worst fear.
my mind alone is where I'll be,
so dark and lonely no one can see;
It's my mind alone I have to fear;
my sins enlarged beyond compare;
You find yourself like all the rest,
failing to credit good deeds past;
Trapped inside your minds own eye,
you watch as you begin to die.
Forgetting right, remembering wrong,
I focus now on those I've harmed;
I want a chance to take it back,
and give you the life you should have had;
I am sorry I was not there,
selfish me how much I cared;
You both grew just grew up too fast,
before I knew it my life was past;
Now I sit all alone,
wondering where my life has gone;
Was I so selfish? my sins so great?
My soul cries out my heart still shakes;
Will you forgive my being late,
or the times I could not wait?;
So my precious little one;
now I am the vulnerable one;
At your mercy I beg you please;
just one more day is all I need;
I want a chance to make it right,
not just your day but entire life;
I'd take it back if I could,
and finish what was left undone;
Cloak of guilt hard to shed;
accountable to all who cared;
Sword of judgment in our hands;
if we fail to make amends;
So please let me turn back the time
and be at peace in my own mind.
2 a.m. Another Mother's Day morning. Today I'm going to relate army life to some ladies in my life. This past Thursday my Infantry company conducted a training meeting. Weeks ago I had thought about using helicopters to transport the majority of the company out to gunnery instead of using buses, borrowing other vehicles or using solely sole power since our combat vehicles have to be transported because of money reasons. Keep in mind, the two star general mentioned leaders should implement all systems into our training a few months earlier. Kinda amazing we need to be told these things, but I was never a believer in training non-thinkers. Some of the specialists sitting in for platoon sergeants eyes enlarged with excitement, other members of the team thought, "yeah right," while others laughed as I had said it jokingly, even though I was as serious as, Yolanda Linn checking corners after her oldest got done scrubbing floors.
Anyways, the XO comes back the next day and says, "1sg, so I ran that idea by the Battalion XO, and he thought that was a great idea. It'll save money on buses because helicopter fuel is already budgeted and our Soldiers will enjoy it." What my company didn't know was that my reasoning went beyond the stupidity of taking buses to training. If you think my mom would allow me to ride a bus in Afghanistan, you are outside of your god-given mind!
Mother, thank you for discipline, for teaching me humility. For months on end, I watched you make ends. Thank you for making me think. I remember asking you questions and you would never tell me directly, you'd point to a dictionary. You were the first step in self discovery. I'm reminded of a Curtis Mayfield song "The Makings of You" when I think of you: a little bit of sugar... Undoubtedly, the infantry will thank me, but it will be in honor of the goddess who named me her first born baby. Love you from the depths of the ocean to the most distant star the human eye can see. Happy Mother's day too you, and too the woman who loves a deep reflecting man.
(Walking Seven Steps)
Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead
And I would catch up with them, but
The perfect shot took longer than I thought.
Packing my bags I hurried downhill knowing
I was lagging far behind the others.
The thickness of the night engulfed me
And I knew I had lost my trail.
Stumbling over a stone I had also
Lost my torch, and started walking blindly
In the darkness of the woods.
The pitch black trees seemed statued
To the ones that breathed life
When I had often trampled
Through the varied wooded parks.
The autumn leaves were crackling
Under my light footsteps as
The tiniest crescent moon smiled
Through the bare leaved branches
Welcoming my partnership on our lone journey.
How long I walked, my feet knew not
How long I would walk, my heart knew not
My map was dark and my eyes could read it not.
But my ears were sharp to hear another crackling
Under footsteps many times heavier than mine.
From the dark slope above I saw a shadow enlarged
Hurrying down to my path as if to lead me out.
My breath was calm, my eyes happy, and quietly
My adventurous spirit followed him wherever he lead.
The woods became denser and our pace quicker
With a click of his finger the air became fresher.
So intoxicated was I with the heavenly air that
It perfumed my soul, my very breath and
Every transient thought that fleeted in,
Till I stood before a very flowery welcoming cottage.
I extended my hand to my shrouded partner and said:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend.
We have walked more than seven steps together to......'.
My hooded companion most divinely intervened:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend
It takes seven hours together
To make any journey most heavenly'.
Without raising his chin,without accepting my extended hand
He turned his back to retreat into the woods
As mysteriously as he had entered it.
I must be getting old,
beginning to hate the cold,
perhaps instinctively,subconsciously knowing
cold's connection to death,
I can hardly catch my breath,
smoking like a fiend
since I was fifteen,
knuckle enlarged and red,
the pounding in my head,
just wanting to take to my bed
but worried I might wake up dead,
sometimes I wake up confused, bemused
not knowing where I am
not recognizing the room
and feeling a sudden sense of doom
remembering the womb
and fearing the tomb...
one time I woke up and didn't
even know who I was:
complete amnesia for a few moments
some kind of mental seizure
my mind was blank as I wildly eyed the room
and tried and tried
to remember who-what-where,
a brief but horrific loss of my humanity,
a glimpse of pure insanity
heart gripping panic I won't soon forget
and yet...and yet
in my mind I am still young
while I try to reconcile the contrast between
that youth in my mind
with the passing of time
as I slowly slip my tongue
over the smooth gums
where once there were teeth
and the few I have left give me
nothing but grief
rotten and black
breaking in half
I spit out pieces that look like
they came from King Tut,
I keep my mouth shut
afraid to speak or smile
all the while
knowing the taste of death,
it's on my breath,
I grasp the depression that comes with age
and the impotence of elderly rage
and once again I see that child I once was,
blonde and tanned and running wild,
building castles on the beach,
skin hot and brown and hair sun-bleached,
my father carries me into the water,
gray haired man and tow-head daughter,
the surf is wild, churning 'round his legs
but his stride is true and brave
he lifts me me high above the waves
I hug his neck, he's in his prime
and now I wish I could turn back time
and stay there now and evermore
that endless summer at the shore
when I was five, or maybe four.