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Jesus took my anguish,
When His friends turned away from Him,
So there is no need for me to feel alone.
Jesus took my fears,
In the garden at Gethsemane,
So fear no longer has any hold over me.
Jesus took my shame,
When He was wrongly accused, stripped and beaten,
So there is no need for me to be ashamed.
Jesus took my pain,
As He bore the lash which tore the flesh from His back,
And by His stripes I am healed;
And He took my death,
As He died on the cross for the sins of us all,
So death no longer has any claim on me.
He took it all on Himself so God would not turn away from me.
God can't look at sin because it's so filthy.
Sin can't enter Heaven so neither could I;
But then He was there.
He reached out to me though I was unworthy.
He called me by my name.
He knew me,
And He told me not to be afraid --- anymore.
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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The dream of youth
no longer has hold over me.
Like the seconds and hours of time
it has faded, fastidious, fragile and forgotten.
Were it to return from abandonment,
age and memory will distort, fracture and splinter,
its purpose proposed, tenuous, a long lost delight purged
in some imagined vision of lethargic sleepiness.
Let me rest in these illusions,
give me a moment, an hour to fall in trance, serene, peaceful,
greeting the darkening obscurity that grows and grips
a wayfaring stupor to accompany the night invisble.
Soothe and calm the images hazed into clarity
where some illusive yearning can thrive and grow
and it will take hold again
my dream, the fog of forever loving you.
I suffered so much heartache
I suffered so much pain
and the past demons wont hurt me ever again
so good night and I put you to bed
and another word of you shall never be said
you're just a fragment of the imagination you mean nothing to me
and a happy person is who i'm always going to be
you no longer have any control over my mind
for with God in my life love and peace is what I find
God is bigger and stronger than you
and can stop any tricks that you try to do
you are dead and gone
and my Life with God will go on
you no longer have a hold over me
living for God is the person i'm going to be
total clear your mind from the past and focus on God and peace and unity is what you will
find. Yesterday has been and gone so today be refreshed and filed with joyful
song He
keeps you from all evil and preserves your life, he keeps his eye upon you as you come and
go and always guards you Psalms 121 : 7 & 8 he takes everything away no matter what, he
frees us from everything he never gives up on us, the enemy tries to trick you by trying to
put negative thoughts in your mind from the past but God wipes the slate completely clean
we have a new life with him. We no longer have a past but we have a future with God, just
trust him and let Jesus into your life and into your heart they will do the rest, you have a
chance to be free to be a new person a new identity, the enemy has no control over us once
we give our life back to the Lord, he loves us all and always will. amen.
Behind the smiles, are shattered mirrors
All broken as they could not bear the weight
Of the pain that the skies hold over me!
Behind the sparkling eyes, are wilted flowers
All still in their full youth bloom
All seeking to be assuaged by some water
But having not any desire to let go of their pots
And move to where river waters cajole each other!
Behind the unfeeling and uncaring face, are drops of venom
All seeping into my bones
Making me wish I could fall on my knees
And simply just let go of the force that inhabits me
The force that pushes me to be,
To act, to live, even if out of compulsion
The force over which I have not the slightest power!
Behind the mask of jolliness
Lies a broken doll, one compulsively digging up tunnels
Merely to try to find its purpose in this plane
So as to accept itself
So that the rest of Existence does accept it in return!
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For I woke from sleep after a burning dream
and the need for cold air to breathe.
I opened a window to see the darkness
lose its hold over the horizon and trees.
The quiet of night played subtle tones
through the movement of a train along the tracks.
I saw this lit snake slithering fast like prey
with a hawk upon its back.
Sudden orchestral tones erupted out of sight.
The quiet owned by night was broken
by sounds that captured daylight’s initial magic light.
Beautiful songs and rhythmic tunes
seemed to fill the massive sky.
I closed my eyes, felt a cool breeze,
and listened as nature called
a new day from the night.
Michael, archangel of the realm, instructed Gabriel and Raphael to be messengers of God's word to man. God in his love for man, stepped quietly back allowing men and angels their free will.
He said, "I'll wait and watch for each to find their way and when they're ready, I'll bring the home to me, if that is what they seek."
From that moment on, each was set free to forge their dreams, to build their empires, to love and live their lives.
On occasion, Michael left the earth to converse more closely with God. In those hours, Lucifer displayed his guile. When women and men felt alone and afraid in the desert, on the sea, in the great forests, Lucifer whispered in their ears and hearts of God's abandonment and therein birthed weakness, fear and doubt.
Then they were ensnared, and in their suffering, confusion, sickness, pain and dying, Lucifer poked and prodded their aching and they lost faith.
Rulers and kings, tyrants and dictators waged war despite the prayers of some. God heard their prayers, forgave them and loved them, promising a savior, a messiah who was yet to come. Mankind waited, longing and looking for a king to save them as the life, time and death passed them by.
Lucifer waited too, not as patiently, rising frequently from the depths, tempting both the women and the men.
Many took the bait he laid, breathing in the pleasure of discontent and embracing the temptation. Lucifer took hold over time, though his satisfaction waned. With pride and power, he was sure he proved God wrong.
The woman long ago was gone and there had been countless sons of man.
Living gods had rose and died and there were many more to come. Pharaohs and Caesars, Herods, Pilates and pharisees, and so many unnamed others would take power and wage war, depriving the lesser men of life and liberty.
Through the fearful darkness, the shadowed spectres and the light, hope still thrived and men and women waited, prophesying that a savior, a messiah might yet come and from the overwhelming darkness and despair, un-believed and un-accepted, there shone the light of hope and love and salvation.
Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity
The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression,
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power
The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief
The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them
Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight
One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity
The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?
The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over him,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
Trees stand bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.
Feeling utterly down, discouraged, and weak,
How he longs to overcome the emptiness he feels
Even nature looks dull and devoid of life.
Depression takes hold over him and his soul sighs.
Despondent lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run-out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
Tormented beyond endurance,
In excruciating pain, he writhed.
The tears that flowed from his eyes
Could easily make a swelling sea.
Once mirages of hope danced before his eyes
But he is now devoured by dark clouds of solitude,
Behind a wall of emptiness, he now gropes.
He is in the throes of utter dereliction.
Hungry for affection in a desolate arena
He once fought like a losing gladiator.
Every passing day was like a decade.
Everything was damp, life was mildewed.
Now he seeks redemption from all torments.
Lying in the darkness that has become his life,
He stares into empty nothingness.
He longs for death to come on swift wings.
Deserted by everyone, he awaits the dark space,
To lie unattended six feet underneath.
He wishes to be devoured by the Grim Reaper
Who is no longer his enemy, but a bosom friend.
He listens intently for advancing steps,
Of his long-awaited companion, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.
What do I want to write?
I will write about what is it, God
What is it that you don't let me do what I want to do?
What is it that You have a hold over me?
What is it that You can do anything You want to do
and all I can do is just watch?
What is it that You hear me then just do what You feel like it?
What is it that the sun, the moon can shine when they feel like it?
Do they always shine?
Don't know
But I feel they shine when they want to shine
Do You always shine?
Am I always shine?
But God why do You have so much control over me?
I don't know, God
But You are God
And You are gonna do what You want to do
But God, can you do what I want for once?
Lol
Not
Whatever God I give up
I can never do what You want
And that's the truth
You gonna have to make me
Okay you can make me
Just kidding God
But You are impossible
Like everything else You touch at
God I have to hand it to You
You are GOOD
See? Now you get me off the subject