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In the silence of the night, thoughts flow like an unseen river,
Those who escape hell wear a silent smile on their faces,
A smile that whispers no stories, an echo yet unborn,
In the depths of their souls, stillness is a sea without turmoil.
Fugitives from the inferno, their steps leave no trace in the sand,
Nothing disturbs them anymore, and time is no longer a rushing river,
The stillness is a wave caressing their temples, carrying them to infinity,
Their gaze is the mirror of a clear sky, without clouds of sunset.
Every profound spirit weaves a mask from dreams,
A veil of silences and secrets, like stars in promised nights,
Beneath which they hide the eternity of unwritten pains,
A play of shadows and lights, a theater of vivid illusions.
And in the flow of these thoughts, they stream ceaselessly,
Like a sea of emotions that knows no boundaries,
They carry their story, a song without an end,
A waltz of silence, a spectral dance.
There, where lost souls find solace,
Where silence is a refuge and longing becomes a torment,
They hide their truth under masks of silver and sighs,
For every profound spirit knows the face is just an adornment.
In the depths of this world of shadows and dreams,
Escape from hell is a secret that remains unwritten,
And nothing disturbs them anymore, not even the rain of unspoken promises,
For beyond the masks, the soul is a sky without abysses.
Wonder's Mother, Misery
Digging up the philosophical topic:
Disputing bliss as the ultimate state.
Argues that striving for worthy causes
is crucial to satisfaction.
Told as a narrative:
I settle for serenity before empathy emerges.
Fortune arrives! Freedom's apostle forsakes anguish
Gifted infinite Bliss, my solace destined deservedly
Stream of clarity meanders a universal language
Friction's absence nestles purity imperviously
Embalmed in Calm's acclaimed lake, swan flossed
Rythemical ripples push potent satisfaction
Praises recited by besotted Constancy credulous
echo honey hive hums of hexagonal exaction
Departing debaucherous City vividly abhorred
Putrid brutality writhes with tired rivalries
Beanstalk brings salvation, stem thrust forward
Garnered ease guarantees Eden's glories
Possessive Bliss demands spellbound devotion
Heaven threatened if Bliss discerns disloyalty
Clouds combine to combat empathy's erosion
Chastise my facile option of blind buoyancy
Fog's fugitives scowl at my serenity tenuous
Big top brandishing condemns complacency
Stampede creatures wet sterile to spectacle
Aloof cautions, storm's rampage prophesied
Thunder's scorn in boisterous cloud growls,
" Are your horizons devoid of curiousity?"
Lightning despises consolation Bliss allows
" Ventures usher insight, mishaps carve tenacity. "
My plaintive protest, " Bliss gives reality reprieve."
Vehement gust howls, " Glassy serenity smothers"
Truth edits template, discards denial' s dry leaves
" Necessary Misery is Wonder's Mother."
"Wonder's discoveries honour researchers who develop them
Trials and triumph craft tapestry immaculately woven
Showcased esteem denies distinction endless spectrum
Taunting tranquility extends pledges inevitably broken."
Narcotic Bliss persuades with privilege of inaction
Compassion scaffolds resilience duly collected
Pragmatic rain alerts to a pertinent maxim
Intrigue's face created by Misery's descendant
July 2020
How Absurd it Seemed
Ah, those memories, so well refined, reworked, revised to meet the failings of memory – or the shame of remembrance. Tinged now with humor’s hubristic insolence, fleece covered shards of broken lives reassembled in a grotesque collection of stained glass pleading with the moment for forgiveness. Time, imprisoned for aiding and abetting the fugitives, providing refuge for the tattered transgressors, disguising the thoughts, denying the actions, suffering the consequences of eternities amnesia.
how absurd it seemed….
…in a family of black sheep
…to be the black sheep
John G. Lawless
©7/16/2019
They heard a voice, they responded
Though indistinctive the call, unclear their destination
Waiting not for a signed correspondence
They mobilized and departed to their destination
Then arrived the challenges staring at their face
The seas, the deserts there to cross
Thirst, hunger and starvation, theirs to face
Yet determined to bear their cross
Lost in the wilderness, searching for the lost souls
As week stretch into months and months expand into years
Traveling miles without end because of their love for lost souls
Yet they have no plan to retreat even after many years
Not that they are fugitive, fugitives run away from home
Not that they are vagabond, vagabonds have no home
Not that they are wanderer, wanderers are far away from home
They are pilgrims, like pilgrims they are heading home
Suffering man's blatant inhumanity to man
Undetered for they know they are on a mission
The vision, on their face fiercely to man
As in the manners of every deputation
Trekking long miles of single-file roads
Enduring crude moist heat and drenching rains
The nuisance of mosquitoes and sand flies en road
And myriad indigenous wild insects and pains
Righteousness and morality prayerfully to seek
Like humanitarians caring nothing for their own lives
So long as they could preach the message, heal the sick
And bring education and enlightenment to people's lives
Gypsies
Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.
Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two silent gypsies wander,
Through heartbeats
They stand, then gaze,
Connected to each other -
Escapees of the spoken word;
Outside the limits of ticking clocks
Two hearts touch
And see the signature of yet another
Self
At the address of the not yet arrived,
Undelivered.
Across the minutes and the moonlight
Pushing past the stealthy march of mysteries
Two fugitives flee holding hands
Leaving footprints
Escaping lines and spaces
Of a calendar;
Two almost strangers stand
At the mystic gates of the unknown -
Today’s unwanted guests
Intruders in tomorrow’s dwelling -
Thieves of time -
Fate’s despoilers.
Across the walls of midnight’s
Crumbling castles
Two wanderers peer into fleeting glimpses
Briefly understanding
The images and ghosts
Taking shape in the mist undefined;
Two stowaways crouch in secret coves,
Hidden from eyes born into mortality
In the warehouse of the borning
To see and not quite
Understand
Young future’s dance.
Across all barriers of time and space
Two gypsies touch outside galaxies to identify
Vague daylight outlines- dim midnight contours -
Embracing imprints,
Acknowledgment of events to come -
Words still unspoken;
Two souls run past the morning
Then return in recognition
For they now stand
Outside of themselves -
Vagabonds of facts
Nomads escaping demands for proof in black and white.
Great minds get the memo.
Mystery Box
A gray morning made of concrete, bricks and clay
Where rain ceased, thin tributaries, stayed calm
Final elements of wet, evaporated in the thin streams
Faded into small crevasses on the street
Soundless on the emergent day
It was easy to see, above the road by the bridge
A faceless hard ground cracked by age
A green cube, sitting there, waiting
At the functional spot, at the center of attention
With singular precise proportions sealed, a box in angular perfection
Buildings looked up with windows closed, in disdain, in disbelief
Refrained from making roof top speculations about the thing
Rivers too looked away from this location
Moved babbling rapidly on
Hid under bridges, under rocks, with every drop concealed
Then ran like fugitives over brooks, overlooked and flooded
Avoided confrontation in the dark cornered waters
Hexahedrons could be contagious
So all things in nature moved away
Green box was out there all exposed in broad daylight
Made of metal or something else or so it seemed
There were no openings for that matter
Just six sides residing
No proofs that it was solid like a block
No facts laid out that it was empty like lost souls
Speculations indicated nothing but a box
Quiet fell around it like a hammer
Looking for a nail that was not there
Clearly, the cube that sat in plain view
Had nothing better to do
To bring this matter to conclusion
It was avoided at all cost
Box or not
This was its final stop
Stone Spires
Stone cathedral spires rise
Sharply
From freely flowing waters
Birthing rebirth -
Lifting up unto the eternal
A psalm
A canticle
To celebrate the seasons;
Singing celebration in Heaven's waiting ears;
Reaching down to lift up
Majestic mountain praise
Through hallowed red rock halls
With lyrics of the hawk
And meadowlark -
Walls decorated by leafy banners in many hues
Of whispering
Aspen leaves
Fluttering in perpetual praise
Robed in crystal cleansing rains;
No prodigal peaks
Sneaking away
From the thanksgiving song
As rounded stepping-stones welcome enter
To capture adoration
With stars that glitter -
Celestial fugitives -
Chanting formed
By melody
Heard from lofts of crags
Exalting,
Highland descants
Following the harmonies
Of renewing waters
Sounding then resounding,
Call and respond,
Captured then released
Vibrating through the sanctuary stones;
Worship choruses,
Breathes with the breathless
Waiting
For a cradle song,
- Vitality renewing -
In newborn cathedral strains
Rising up
On wings
Of stirring sunlight
Matins
A cosmic shimmer
Awakening
An evensong
of waning light
Eternal beating
Rhyme
And
Rhythm
Stretching up
For majesty
Into a bottomless sky
Stanzas touching winter storms
Mantras tickling stars through moonlight
Pulsing through the flowing winds
And ever wending waters.
June 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 39-42
Key Verse – Job 39:17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IMPARTS TO US
WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING
Praise be to God for imparting to us understanding,
and not depriving us of wisdom, so we will not be:
Fearful and faithless
Futile as well as fruitless
Frightened, feeling flawed
Feeling filthy while frustrated
Fugitives, fretting flaws of freedom-fullness
Job 40:9 Praise be to the Lord for His arm:
Truly bearing us with His compassion
Totally building our character
Thoroughly bracing our commitment
Tenderly breaking our carnality
Triumphantly blessing our consecration
Job 41:11 Praise be to the Saviour for
sharing us what He has for our:
Salvation of settled security
Sanctification, spiritually secured
Standards, steadfast by His Scriptures
Satisfaction with His sufficiency and sustenance
Stewardship as well as servanthood with His serene surety
Job 42:9 Praise be to the Almighty for
accepting our prayer request:
Healing our illness
Holding us by His inspiration
Helping us against our infirmities
Hoisting us through His instruction
Hearing us and our illumined importunity. Amen!
June 11, 2024
If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
August 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Lamentations 4-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 4:11 The LORD hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Zion, and it hath devoured the foundations thereof.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCOMPLISHING
HIS FURY IN HIS HOLINESS
Praise be to God for accomplishing His fury
in His holiness against:
Fierce fighters of the faith
Futile fruits of those fearful
Faithless foundations of foolishness
Faulty frame and formless fitness of fugitives
Flawed focus along filthy flings fostered by false followers
Lamentations 5:1 Praise be to the Lord for
remembering us:
Delivering us from sorrows and sufferings
Directing us toward His sure salvation-security
Driving us from sinfulness of shamefulness sting
Defending us around His satisfaction midst His stability
Dominating over us from our selfishness as well as stubbornness
Distinguishes us by His Scriptural standards of steadfast settlement
Deepens us toward His service-stewardship, smiting our slothfulness
Lamentations 5:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
remaining forever in His throne while He:
Welcomes us for truthful worship
Works in us triumphantly against worldliness
Watches over us in our trials for our worthiness
Wants our thankfulness against tempting wastage
Warms us around His testimony with our trust in His Word. Amen!
August 28, 2024