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Sometimes they come out of nowhere
These shadows that nibble my soul
Whose teeth rip away at my tenderest parts
Leaving scars too unsightly to show.
The tears fall quietly from anguished eyes
That would rather be blinded than see
The ones I had helped from out of the pit
Now tearing all good out of me.
My stomach teems with caustic churns
That betrayal injects in your core
I sip of God's promise of healing and peace
But it burns even more than before.
Name just one time I withheld love
Or sowed seeds of malice or ire
Yet still I stand guilty in judgmental mobs
Condemned to the unworthy's fire.
But the battle's not lost, hope lingers on
Though people are shallow and cold
My spirits are broken, my heart shattered, yet still
Jesus loves and attends to my soul.
“Universe is an endless verse “--Poet
ENDLESS UNIVERSE
Void cosmos, no matter, no energy,
neither time nor space.
Big Bang exploded.
Energy, matter appeared.
space to set, time was on: Simultaneous.
Mysterious debut.
Universe was created: An EVERLASTING existence.
Time running INFINITE.
BOUNDLESS expansion continuous.
LIMITLESS space procuring perplexity.
BOTTOMLESS to plumb depth.
Non-destructive Energy: Potential and Kinetic.
ETERNAL cosmic flow carrying conscience in dormant state.
Life and soul entwined going under evolution
on slow continuation always approaching betterment
seeking manifestation
in versatile formats with multi-faced pattern.
Blind progress on Natural selection,
non-judgmental but just Universal.
Unplanned! Nothing schedule,
yet continual rectification of flaws
to open new vista setting Universal Laws.
A never-ending complexity.
UNBROKEN whole sum entity,
having profile with ever changing style
adapting Environ: Main criterion.
Dynamic relentless effort
processing more and more perfection.
Quality tending to eternity.
Universe is an ENDLESS verse beyond perception.
Sometimes in your life there's a love, that comes along.
This particular love you long for you don't need to wish for because it's written its ment to be and it will happen and you know it's going to be wonderful, its part of you it's what makes you whole.
In my case it is truelly my sister.
The minute she was born she was mine forever. I looked at her and knew. The connection between us so powerful and wonderful there are just no words to describe.
And as she's grown into this amazing women she's got every attribute I could have dreamed for her.
She is beautiful down to her core, she's intelligent in a text book way and wise before her time,
Yet she's extremely witty and funny and can bring me to tears and the amount of belly laughs she has made me have has caused me pain and to wet my self copious amounts of times.
She is full of heart, so loving, empathetic and caring beyond words, organised and practical, but carefree and messy when she's having fun.
She is black and white but open for reason and alternative ways.
She is not judgmental, but if needed will pull you in line out of concern and love. She is spiritual and harmonious. She is ambitious and successful and thirsty for knowledge and new things.
She is generous and will help you in anyway she can and is old School in her mannerisms and has utmost respect for the elderly and needy.
She's a family girl and will do anything for all and they know she has got there back. She's a mother an outstanding, mother blessed with a pigeon two that she totally deserves and has completed her world.
My sister to you I say Thankyou. Thankyou for giving me the privilege of having you as mine. As my parents masterpiece and my lifelong gift the most precious gift I have ever been given.
My love for you is the sort of love that will never compare to any other and my wish to you is of eternal love, health and happiness and for every wish for you to wish to be granted for too.
I love you my little sister and all I can say is you changed my world the minute you entered into it and life just hasn't been the same.
You are my Earth angel my gift from the heavens above and how lucky am I to have had the opportunity to feel real genuine, heart exploding love.
Thankyou
Humanity is a series of mistakes that have molded society into what it is today. It's important to learn from mistakes—lessons that teach us what not to do. Success is one goal we all have in common; happiness is the ultimate achievement. We strive for perfection, only to fall short and set unrealistic standards for ourselves. Parents guide youth with the tools that they have been gifted—Hand me down apples wind fall from the family tree.
A boat brought a great many across a sea of hope. Hoping for a better life that free will facilitated, melting into a pot of a culture that didn't exist; simply because it hadn't been created yet—blind faith driving the dream—only to be awakened by the existence of real life. Too good to be true was but a distant saying; undoubtedly manifested due to murderous mutiny of hope and solidified within treason. Free willed men killed in its name for a better way of life, only for it to get ripped apart through amendments that dictated through loop holes. Debating words that they themselves do not even understand, all while blowing out the flames of the dreamers' candle.
Left in the dark, men lower themselves in desperation and mistakes teach lessons. The shadows of the past follow us; whispering in our ears—stalking our every move; surrounded in good intentions.
Standing in the way is a judge named, Society. Bright ideas bully beliefs and feed us full of modified foods. Money making morons make believe. Lying and cheating the very fabric of morality—testing integrity and eating the most forbidden of fruits. Mistaken men make choices based on instant gratification; ignoring the whispers in the wind; completely aware—stepping on innocence all the way to the top. Judgmental and critical towards everyone else yet internally evaluating feelings of inadequacy; projecting his personal outlook with deviation—secretly insecure...
Ashamed of himself, he is constantly tormented. Plagued by his inability to shake the tail of The Stalker Named Genius . . .
Written in Feb. 2015
I seal a kiss of blessings away from traitors
away from judgmental people and haters.
I am weary of reading and listening
to people using their pen to cripple, bringing
pain and suffering to other living souls.
I ask what their goal is to cast hot coals.
The vengeful dishonesty to incriminate
just makes us accumulate and abominate
the actions of the judgmental people and haters.
That is no way to behave, like mud swamp gators
because it seems to be conveyed that way.
Stop and surrender your brawling and say, "Nay!"
Back off! No more! Stay away!
11/8/2017
Don’t get down because of haters hating,
use it as motivation to shove your success in their face.
This Christmas, I am moved by the names in the genealogy of Jesus. I find the Biblical genealogy of Israel and Jesus to be a very fascinating study. There are four named women in the genealogy of Jesus and one name referenced. They are TAMAR, Rahab, Ruth, and Mary: Bathsheba is referenced to as Urias' wife.
When one reads TAMAR's story*, there is the feeling that what she did about her situation was over the top, out of culture, way out of line, and out of the realm of Godliness. By the same token, if we put our feet in her shoes, during her time, we might feel the same as she did regarding her plight and how to remedy the situation. Her patience ran completely out, and she felt that her father-in-law Judah was not living up to his responsibility. However, she did not bother to appeal to a greater earthly authority, nor did she bother to consult with The Lord. She took matters into her own hands, and although her approach was deceitful, her outcome was acceptable to her.
Judah's verdict against her, by current human standards, seemed judgmental and harsh. But Tamar forced him to face the truth and to commute her sentence of death. TAMAR proved to be a force to be reckoned with.
Judah speaks to all of us who spend our lives seeking self-gratification and running rampantly in our reckless self-righteousness. TAMAR speaks volumes about taking matters into our own hands, seeking desperately to find a fix for what ails us. More often than not, such fantasy fixes end in failures, and we live with the consequences. Self-righteousness is often very subtle and is capable of wrapping itself around the best of us. It's the type that says, "If I was writing a Holy Book, there would not be space on my Holy pages for the likes of Judah and Tamar". As a human filled with flaws, flops, and failures of my own, I am most grateful for the grace of God that has been extended to me. Both Judah and TAMAR, by no goodness of their own, found themselves in the genealogy of 'The Christ" who presents Himself as the Savior of the whole world. That includes Judah, TAMAR, you, and me.
12042017PoSoupContest, Favourite Poem From December 2017, Julia Ward
*Genesis 38
She taught me the Lord's Prayer,
leading me to the knowledge of God.
Very accepting and non-judgmental,
my mother always supported and believed
in me. She never put me down or made me feel
little or less. I never heard her speak ill will of anyone.
One of my mother's greatest gifts was having her
mother come live with us. Like my mother, our
grandmother was indeed a pearl of great price.
And the love from our grandmother was priceless.
Mother did not weep over spilled milk, but would
quickly wipe it up and pour another glass. She knew
how and when to let go and move on. She was very
warm, kind, most encouraging, and mother was very
free to give a compliment when needed.
Daddy passed away when mother was only 35;
and she was left with 11 minor children.
Refusing to have us separated from her,
mother did not accept the kind offers by
relatives to assist her in raising us kids.
Mother refused to have us separate from her.
Under the circumstances, her decision seemed unwise,
but her faith and confidence were strong and genuine.
I am happy and proud of my mother who knew, even
in very difficult times, what was best for her children.
For 49 years, I was blessed with one jewel of a mother.
Our youngest sister is most like my mother in many
ways, and I love to tell her so.
Lord let me walk more gently and quietly today
Down this road of life you’ve placed me on.
Give me the strength and courage to smile in the face of adversity
Knowing the worst that could happen to me is death
Which is far from the end of life because it is our true home
Where You reside and the birthplace from which all creation originates.
Give me the presence of mind to focus not on past or future time
But on the eternity of now which is the ever-present magical moment
You give us always and forever to contemplate
The miracle of creation of all that is seen and unseen
Throughout the infinite universe.
Let me fully appreciate the incomprehensible gift of awareness
You’ve provided which allows me to
See the wonders of the world at large;
Feel the soft sand beneath my feet while walking near the water’s edge;
Smell the sweet scent of gardenias on a moonlit summer night;
Touch the face of a mountain as I climb;
Hear the symphonic sounds of Mozart, Beethoven and Bach and
Taste cherries, grapes, lemons and limes freshly picked from tree and vine.
Lord, teach me to forgive those who offend me and how to be non-judgmental
Knowing that I too, have flaws and idiosyncrasies
And the need to continually polish the rough stone of my own imperfections.
Lastly Lord,
Let me love like there’s no tomorrow because there is no tomorrow
And help me to reach heaven here on earth
By opening my heart, mind and eyes and seeing
The deep-seated intrinsic value of what everything and everybody is worth.
Amen
Yes, I could have said that better,
it came out wrong.
No, I wasn't trying to be mean, just,
rational.
Your mother is a fine old woman,
but does she need that luxury nursing home,
and must it be in Florida?
'Judgmental' - Me!
Someone around here needs
to be level-headed.
No, you can't get a 'boob job,'
for God's sake you're 67...
Well really, that was unnecessary,
the size of my 'dick' has no relevance
to this adult conversation.
I am sick of that sofa -
you go sleep on the damn thing,
and please don't grind your teeth that way,
they cost me plenty.
Honey, where are we going with this?
Slam.
It’s ninety one but feels like more,
Like I opened up the Devil’s front door.
He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin
Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been.
The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly,
Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly.
Even my dog gave me that judgmental look,
Like, “Take me out again and you’re getting cooked.”
Humidity’s clingy like a bad first date,
Stickin’ to me like it’s true soulmate.
My shirt’s now soup, my socks are stew,
And I swear my flip flops just melted through.
AC’s gaspin’, fan’s wheezin’ low
I bribed ‘em both just to halfway blow.
My iced tea’s warm, my will is weak,
I’ve been napping in the fridge since Tuesday this week.
So if you see me walking slow and fried,
Just know it’s the heat I ain’t yet died.
But tell my kin if I do collapse:
Bury me somewhere with cold sweet snacks.