Long Faulting Poems
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I’ve come to the place where I can see the bigger picture and can truly say; My Journey? God allowed it! I would not be heaven-bound Today if...He hadn’t allowed...the roads that I took Yesterday. It really is that simple. You see, God waited (Isa 30:18) for me a long time, and now I’m totally grateful and so aware; our present relationship did not at all depend on me, it was He…Who First Loved me! Pressing-on…
I’m so past the faulting and denying
so over… pointing fingers of blame
I’m making my way to my eternal home
but not without some trials and pain
And I don’t care anymore who’s right…or wrong…
I’ve no interest in whether they ...pay
who really cares if they say ...sorry?
for, revenge got lost…in heaven’s overlay
I mean, really…
there have been times when I’ve gone…there…
to that miry and profuse place…
of loathing and despair
There have been times
when life handed me some things
that brought me to my knees…
where to me ‘holiness’ was a joker’s sting
So…yes, decisions I have made
haven’t always been for the right reasons…
thereby I and others were grievously affected
as I willingly wallowed in those dark seasons
However, of this I can attest…
when my filthiness was scorned…
with the odor of my carnality pervading…
and my self-worth scattered and torn…?
When my very presence was detested
and every step I took…was to some a liability?
when I didn’t even…try…to do better
with my selfishness…a gross reality…?
When I wore my sexuality like a badge
and I was desired…only…for that…?
when, over time, none wanted me…for anything…
but turned….and gave me their back…?
There was…One…who reached out a hand to me
who came declaring His Love…without a condition…
who embraced…all…that I was not, then waited years…
to hear…my words…of an honest contrition
So, why do I Love Jesus… like I do?
Why do I flaunt His Salvation, yes...fanatically?
Why will I never turn from following Him?
Because He was that…One…Who First Loved me!
Rom 5:6-8, 1Jhn 4:19
copyright;jmsbell/1/5/2021
When the complications of peoples dignity is intruded upon by the will of one. In such a the sense of the matter is further complicated by the indignity of truth. The complicated trust of the people in whom serve us, makes the certainties of existence unreal and more complicated. Procreation in the darkness is done to reveal the truths of morning, done to make special of those who are struggling to move forward. Forward in the means of providing for and taking. care of. Move for move the challenges of procreation stalled due to the complications of causing. Generation to generation they seek fault and find one to find fault in.. The wolf stalks the cattle but
non speaks it's evil. Gone the profits of struggling men. Echoes the night that people muse in ones sufferings. Loneliness finds kin to struggling and is related to just getting by. The elders mock the flock and undermine progression. Smiles of submissive woman, are meet with the intentions of those who disallow coupling. Whisper the night the lonely has none:such the intent of those who undermine. Seek shelter in rain to be verbally abused . Find shelter in the cold to be laughed at for them to be amused . Humble the person who desire to be together, that those who faulter most might think they are clever. Peace is spoken neither kid or gentle. And ubructions are detergents even in places where the mere might mingle. Oh God in such separation. Can we find solice with this reputation. If there the faults of the wicked can't be forgiven, where then shall the battered might he live. The evils of those who use others to be together, might find faulting you to be most clever!
My Worst Enemy Is…
the silent killer, guilt that says
you’re unworthy of forgiveness, it is…
beyond me, why I can’t let go of the past
the haunting of a nightmare, so overcast
by the darkness, the wounds of my sins
what I once did so impulsively always wins
it is those past sins that tell me life is futile
a heart without a prayer, sin can be so brutal
this silent killer, the guilt that weighs me down
tells me I am useless, undeserving of a crown
but, Jesus still offers me a hope despite my crimes
He says that I’m His child, a child who uses rhymes
to tell of all His blessings, so despite the years now gone
I’m more valuable to Him, not just the devil’s pawn
this silent killer, the blame that I hold so dear
it is beyond my grieving and even though I shed a tear…
there is One who holds me when my tears do fall
He reminds me that I’m loved, and I still hear Him call
He calls me when I’m fretting, calls me when I doubt
when the sins I remember cause me to feel left out
He tells me I’m His child and His blessings keep exalting
so when all is said and done, it’s only the devil who keeps faulting
the sin that leaves me feeling like I deserve the worst
is written down by misery because the devil says I’m cursed
but I know a Savior who forgives my sin and heals all shame
with Him beside me I find peace and I’m so glad He came
Yes, I’m so glad Jesus came to this earth to save us all
when I feel like the worst sinner and I yearn to hear His call…
I listen with my spirit to the sound of love and grace
knowing that He’s the promise nothing can replace
I’m not saved because I’m worthy, or because I’m good
I’m saved because Jesus died, arose and I understood…
with Him as my Savior, all I need to do is pray and repent
these words are my thanksgiving to the One who God sent
He is the One who gave me a chance to find redemption
and when I feel Him with me, I know He’s given my soul exemption
Jesus is the reason that I believe I’m forgiven from my past
I didn’t have to earn His love – Thanks to Him, I’m not an outcast!
heaving, heaving
of the owl
heavy is his breathing
the weight of it
is leaning
upon the reddened rail
his eyes glimmering gold
opening wide
can see inside your soul
so close, so warm
so cold
he’s stealing your breath
its freezing
in midair
the owl can’t help
but be aware
of your awful stare
the figurine
faulting
ferociously frightened
hair stands up on your alabaster skin
feathers wrap ‘round
the porch climber
the climax shivering
eyes still staring
staring you down
daring you to look away
with that awful flapping
that territorial crapping
and
beak ringing
buzzing your bell
your hands now clasp
your ears - the silencer
of fears
you close your eyes
disguise the shadows
of the night
they open
all’s clear
nothing to fear
but the railings painted white
the awakening is bright
sinister in the moonlight
step out at your peril
pray for reprieve
are all exits marked
doesn’t matter…
the pulchritude of a speckled coat
in mid flight
breaks the splattered glass
Anguish I feel, in decisions once there made
Sharper the pain, then a cut throats blade
So difficult it is, to sever a link
A most bitter pill, a swiftly poisoned drink
Hearts broken, anger left was my faulting
Fates cruelty of lost connection, the final resulting
The feelings in my direction, rightly deserved
My need for affection, I felt so drastically underserved
I tried my very best to show where I'd stand
Not maniacally thought out or purposely pre-planned
So difficult it is to sever a connection
It was not easy to do, looking back in reflection
Never easy to suffer, a one-of-a-kinds, now rejection
6/6/12
I begin spinning
Watching the top spiral, winning
The consistancy leaves me grinning
The top still goes
Round and round, alone
When it stops, no one knows
Interesting enough it goes out of control
My heart races in a strange drum roll
The craziness of life has taken its toll
All ablur, it's hard to tell
If I'm on earth, heaven or hell
It's wobbling lively, spinning pell-mell
Slower, yet it runs off course
The consistancy is getting hoarse
What is faulting me, the pain of the force?
It is really sad now, this top
Losing all of its flair, in a single drop
Something in this life has made it completely stop
And the air of it all, the gravity
It is clear to see
That the top, when it stops
Is always pointing back at me...
A huge monstrous olive tree
not giving shade nor bearing fruits,
existing in pains and disappointments
together with the others, they live
is the exact expression of my grieve.
Too hypocritical in being aggressive
and defeated by the contraceptive of my try
condemn and make me believe
I'm failure's chief executive.
How am I to know
that every attempt completed
is success' eve?
How am I to know
that more failure is effective?
How am I to know
that I ought to be vigilant
and be patient like a detective?
faulting the situation, myself I deceive
and landing in this mess
surely wasn't my motive
I should have been more creative
instead of staying sensitive to my senses
and searching for palliative methods
of scoring my goal.
I shouldn't have used
my cognitive functions this way,
perceiving challenges as dangers
always attentive to the red light
when it is in fact yellow.
Running away,
when the push seems less attractive
and summing up the crash
to be definitive.
For all these years
the agony has been an adhesive
to my soul.
comparative to a privileged bridegroom
who outslept his wedding
to an undeserving bride.
As descriptive as that,
mine is even more corrosive.
Now I pay taxes to sadness
and my regret more lucrative than ever before
as nature chooses my heart
to be the dwelling place of sorrow
keeping my self-ruin well preserved.
I've tried to turn back time
I've tried to apply similar energy
and pretense is now my best talent
but all I get is NOTHING!
I'm only left with wishes
a million times have I made them
and a million times more I'll proclaim them
but they will all stand as cup-bearers
to my constant regrets.
as I forever say........
I wish! Oh I wish!
Cowbouis say In times of frustration
might the ablities of those
in action
those involed concort to
agree. To the point of
reality, I see him perform
and can understand his
performance faults
due to the results of
doing.
I shouldn't understand his faulting
and should beleive he is sabataging
and running amuck due to his
lack of victorious outtings.
Considered best
but needed a proper opponet doesn't
keep the consistancy of performance
moving the Big Double Youes on the
logs.
The helmets looks to much alike
check his eyes. The behavior of others.
Predicting out comes and changing the minds
of thos involed.
We can loss to every Team Here
they are as great as we are..
Yett the mind set gives way for Improvment.
Raw Beef: Rare Beef: Medium Well Beef Well done Beef
and Over done Beef are the goal to satisfy the needs of these People
Giving way to the thought.
No Steak is rare enough might
the company choose to
both satisfy and make a profit!
Brangus________________Waygu______________TexasLong Horn________
Angus____angus!!!!
OX-carte
Ox Carte
Cher
RuH-Ruh!!!!!
appalud
Ruh_Ruh!!!!!
Applaud--Applaud!
The way you loook at me Lusting -----is how I see another
why would I wish to be that way with you. That I seek and desire others
and wish you not to know me as such!!!
Star of David
The central sun
Unconditional love
Faulting no one
Symbolising thus
Union of polarities
Benign bliss explosion
Climax in continuity
Unlike other chakras
Anahata is special
Wherein love throbs
Transmission radial
Imposing no condition
Heart has no blockage
Immune to ego assault
Allows all safe passage
All the heart beseeches
Is for mind to descend
Unifying in loving embrace
That we may then ascend
Then remains no separation
Of identity from the source
We flow in gentle lovingness
As a child employing no force
It should come as no surprise
That at the heart bliss ignition
Illumines Sushumna magically
Becoming thus our orientation
20-September-2020
Yes, it's true
The government holds the steering
To national development bearing
For they collect taxes, fees and dues.
But what if it starts with you
You, you and you claiming to be common
For you know not where taxes go
But only setting your prices on the go.
You say as we all say
Gov't can make businesses smile
Normalize the nation, control inflation
With sound and a working regulation
However, contemplate this perspective
We've all opened our doorways
And embraced the ideals of the west
Thinking it will bring us rest.
We want our business to be free
When we set our prices Gov't to agree.
We pay the taxes we feel like
If Gov't insists prices we spike.
Imagine the potential within us:
Beyond faulting the center, the core,
Our attitude shift could be the remedy
Our inherent capacity holds the key.