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Struggle point
Birth was almost death
How much time?
Health issues attack
Turning into circumstance after another
Had no name from the start
An infant who Doctors said would depart
Doctors had given up hope and stated 7 would be the finale
Family was told to prepare for a Funeral
Desperation within my Families eyes
My Grand Mother’s said she knew someone higher and wise
Being the praying warrior that was Grandmother was, prayed with the voice to the highest
Sincere and Honest Faith within
Heaven responded, “I am the Father who giveth life”
Prophecy strong in your Grand Son will live beyond Doctor’s expectations
I am the fulfillments in all creations
Your Grand Son will be a blessing to you
What was a circumstance transcended into victory
Testimonial story
Everything Heaven stated came to past
Outcome of deliverance
Strength with endurance
Establishment with influence
Heaven’s accomplishment established
Health issue battle then being wonderfully being the human product, and here I am to testify the outcome.
18 years later here I lie
Debating how I want to die
How i want to end my life
To stop the pain, the suffer, the heartache of everyday
A permanent cure to the constant pain, the only piece of consistency in my life
How many times will I do this?
I’d love to sit here and tell you that it won;t happen again
But I can see through the mirror who I am
And who I am, knows that I will do this again
You confuse me
You come into my life as a stranger yet the first person I call on the edge of that bridge
The victim to the texts from a lonely girl who thought the world hated her
Every scar, every close call
Your the one who took the fall
Even when I had given up
I will get back my hope one day
Hope for a romantic love story
I'll just be the chick with a dramatic backstory
10 years from now I will be face to face with a killer
Putting all my past trauma to good use
Hearing their past and their abuse
To what lead them to who they are, what lead them to what they do
But right now these are just impossible dreams
Your my hope
You see me, you see the real me
And knowing you have hope in me and my future, gives me…
Laugh in the places
Where you have cried.
It is not healthy to keep
Things on the inside.
Try in the places
Where You have given up.
If you’re a big dog,
You can't piss like a pup.
Show love in the places
You can hate.
Always start out with
A clean slate.
See things where you were
Once blind.
Remember, you can always
Change your mind.
Exit through the
Entrance door.
Always be on the
Look out for.
Slow down when you
Think you need to speed.
Don't give into the
Likes of greed.
Trust where you once
believed in doubt.
Sometimes you have
To ride it out.
Be honest in the places
Where you lied.
Always try to be on
The safe side.
Be kind where you
Were once mean.
Try not to make
A big scene.
Find faith where there
Is no hope.
Some days you can feel
The slipping rope.
Be right in the places
You were wrong.
No matter what,
keep plugging along.
Turn the other cheek,
before you fight.
Sometimes you have to,
Set things right.
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Success and Perseverance
Written: by Miracle Man
November 5, 2020
I’m a proud conservative living the American Dream,
I evolved to today from dragging a cotton sack.
Thoughts of socialism make me kick and scream,
and from each disappointment I’ll spring back.
Only when I take risks am I able to succeed,
Knowing failure will ensue if I cease trying.
To waive the white flag would mean to concede,
and had given up hope for goals I was vying.
But God put no surrender in this tough old bird,
With prayer I’ve attempted to start each day.
Sometimes I’ve gulped when setbacks occurred,
but kept leaning on God to light my way.
LAST FLIGHT
As a young bird I sang a whimsical tune that no one quite understood. Since my first departure, I never stopped flying not even in the most testing moments.
I was pushed from the nest without nurturing or training only neglect as I struggled vigorously flapping my wings then suddenly taking flight to an uncertain independence.
Some thought they heard the sweetest cry but sore were my wings in those turbulent skies. Though, always, asking myself why would anyone abash a tiny insignificant bird?
I flew with wings bruised and tattered by the heartlessness of others, while all I wanted was the chance to convey my story of a merciless journey.
Today my prayers ask only, ‘Will God raise me from up from under these clouds of crushing defeat with fractured bones and scarcity of feathers to take flight or shall I succumb to this final fall?’
I’ve never given up hope longing for an end to the relentless rains and impenetrable dust storms pounding against my shattered wings and spirit.
Many years ago you judged me as a painfully shy creature but my fate as a young bird forced me to fly or die in the grueling reality of lone survival.
Neither time nor error stopped this arduous flight rejected by immense winds, my heart always hiding high above clouds as the day’s blue skies went dark.
With so many fearful thoughts as I shiver perched alone in a lowly tree from my soul one question does pour out: “Is this my last flight?”
Slowly back in flight to a meager nest only to find I’ve lost a beloved kin, I no longer have a place of solace; surely this ill-timed loss has broken me.
If I’m no longer able to take to the sky this deeply worries me leaving behind my only fledgling and although he has his primary feathers I believe he still requires my loving guidance and protection.
Will I live to rejoice in my devotion and faithfulness to God? Or, have I fought this battle and prayed all the days of my life for an inconsequential conclusion!
As my last flight draws near, I implore dearest God to allow me dignity in that departure so that I can bestow a profound hope in others who continue to face the most severe of persecutions in this life.
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
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September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
In God’s own world, kind and humane once,
bullets rip through the dreaming buds,
blood flows with the color of innocence,
the flowers of promise never bloom.
Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths,
dislocated minds mutilated by despicable instinct
turn into executor of targeted destruction,
chosen randomly from ominous list of insane caprice.
Morality defaced by indolent intolerance,
understanding disintegrates into abhorrence.
Empathy is lost in the dark alley of violence,
off-course conscience evades probity rationale.
In God’s own creation so beautiful ever,
the children inhabiting the world today,
still smile and play merrily without fear.
God has not given up on the mankind yet.
_______________
January 9, 2023
Contest : Hit List 2023
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Some think it's given up front
some think it's earned
some think it's something innate
some think it learned
Though trust is not a physical thing
it can be broken, shattered, smashed
and with each blow the trust left is not like cash
Its more like water, it drips and drizzles and oozes all away
its meant to be in a calm still pool not agitated in any way
Though the pool can settle to a blow the container might gain a crack
and its ourselves you see that need the fixing, to hold the trust pool back
With trust in yourself, and trust in others, the world is a friendly place
With lack of trust into a bleak world we are thrust and our future is in decay
So build the bonds of trust with me, and as I will with you
to be there for each other, no matter what may come
is the best in this world we can do.
Trust For Dave – Artimus - Susan Manley
Love is a perpetual "Proof" that something "Good", and "Earnest", and "Eternal" is meant for "US"! Love is real, just like flesh and blood, and is "Bliss" that is being given to us to keep us alive in "Time and Progression"!!! It is good to be a "Progressive in the sight of" Time! Mother nature and "Father Time", and we must realize what "LOVING" or not "LOVING" urges us to "Obtain", "Perhaps "Death itself" will cease all "Souls", which "LOVE ITSELF" "Created": We can ask "The Lord God Almighty" to let us "Inhabit " our specific perfected "WORLD"!! Love can do what "POWER" cannot "DO"!!!!!!Judgement Day is at hand for those who will not LOVE!!!! HELL is their home for sure!!!! THOSE WHO "HATE ARE DESTINED TO DIE AND GO TO HELL FOR CERTAIN!!! THE RACIST DESTINY IS TO DIE AND GO TO "HELL' for certain!!!! There is "NO" "Discrimination" In Hell, and the only thing in "Hell" is the hate that has been perpetuated, and delivered back to the "HATER"!!!!! LOVE can do what "Power" cannot do: After "Power" has done its best, and "GIVEN UP": Love "TAKES UP THE BEST OF POWER", and continues the "JOURNEY", because "WITHOUT LOVE": The "JOURNEY ENDS"!!!!!Power becomes "Defeated" without "LOVE" for sure!!!! Power gets defeated for NOT LOVING!!!LOVE is an "ACTION WORD", and cannot be "FOOLED or beguiled, or circumvented"!CAN I GET A WITTINESS "NO MATTER WHAT YOUR RELIGION IS?!
The naked truth of present youth is pathetic and non-poetic.
Some are searching for Nirvana in other’s ideals
others have given up.
In bottles and pipes, we find a few, if we actively seek them.
But who does? Few care.
Youth of today slithers through alleys,
like cobras searching for big rocks.
Rocks that will tell them what to think, and who to beg money from.
Poverty parades around in their plastered minds.
Not all, but some.
Some make a posse and hang upside down in a backyard forest.
Entrusting their flesh and madness to nicotine and marijuana.
Time spent pursuing things that keep them on the edge.
I turn my head, trying not to notice.
Pseudointellectuals are making fun of the status quo.
No surprise there; they do not fit, so they bite it with snake venom.
Ripping it apart. Not only in America, but worldwide.
Disappointing their established parents.