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Take my hand
And understand
I am stepping through some stormy skies
Trying to find where the
truth lies
As time flies
Trust in you
I do
But my heart holds me back
The negativity goes on the attack
Against my will
Love remains still
Hopefully comes a better day
Someway
Reaching out for you
So many things yet to do
Give my heart a calm beat
Is not love a treat
If one can handle the heat
Lead my way
Into today
For tomorrow is yet to arrive
I feel I am yet alive
Down inside
Deep in my heart you will always abide
Times I have struggled to move ever forward
Ever toward
A day I may never see
All that comes to be
When the day comes at last
I get taken out by the past
In your hands I place my soul
I have no other goal
No desire
To face the everlasting fire
Damnation
From every nation
Life seems so hard
Love was bared
My heart sealed
Till your love was revealed
Besides me you walk
It is with your actions I hear you talk
Helping me through another lonely day
That is just your way
When I fall to my knees
My heart sees
You next to me, calming my stormy seas
Lead my way
Till I reach the end of my day
Come some tomorrow
When you welcome me into your land of no sorrow
Till then
Once again
My heart beats true
I will follow you
Lead my way
Towards a new day
Written: November 27, 2023
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Upon the lower, unsophisticated surface
My shadow has arrived with a purpose.
How the blazing sun or frigid rain arrives.
How, the flight of honeybees to their hives,
Where it lies is lifeless, desolate, and bare.
The hilltops quake to the crest, unaware.
Who was the one who dreamed of the rose?
Believe not, the meteor's brilliance goes,
The sky is overcast, and clouds seem scary.
Days of sunshine and evenings are wary.
A snow speck that is moving in the air.
Everyone watches with a sneak peek stare.
Its value is tackled through a barn or hole.
The cosmos has swallowed me whole.
Narrow winds grumble through the day.
As the sun shines, grab my wings to fly away.
Often, nature—akin to us—is taken captive.
Grace of nature never fails to be attractive.
She wasn't wearing her diadem.
A sword, the ornament of which is a gem.
Age hasn’t softened me
Weakened me a bit, perhaps
I speak of a truth I’ve earned
Cherish the right to speak it
Often to the trees and stars
Sometimes cursing those in cars
I ponder often the mystery of
Whose truth is truer
Can all truth’s be true
Or must one concede
Tap-0ut in accepted defeat
My mother told us
“the truth only hurts when it’s supposed to.”
A mentor told me
“the truth is true and all is well
Unconquerable life prevails”
A less reliable figure told me
“kid, there’s a bit of a lie in every truth”
A cynic once shouted
“if a lie of the blackest will save ya
Then lie while ya have the breath in ya”
Therefore
I lie in the truth
Telling artfully truthful lies
Teasing forth from the unaware
The truth of their lies
And what lies in their truths
10 April 2025 1:08 PM
The sky is crying
Humanity is dieing
Giving way to transhumanist enslavement
Through mind altering entertainment
Cyborg glory can be yours a body that won't die
Just let them change your DNA and believe their every lie
Diseases and overcrowding the preach from every nation and mountain
Shortage of food and public housing climate change all lies from their poisonous fountain
Get your mrna shot it's the only chance man has got
Look here look there fear everything but our boiling pot
Soon the useless eaters will all be dead
And the usefull will have our chip in their head
Then satan will stand where he should not
Declaring himself as the one and only god
But his reign will be short lived
His chains are forged the pit lay open with its waiting lid
Yeshuas Kingdom of a thousand years
Will ensure that His gospel reaches every ear
Then satan will roam for a short while more
Then the weeds that spring up with him will be burned
And new heaven and earth God will make
And forever we'll live with Him where sin never again will wake
In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations,
a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul,
how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days
clinging to my heart, roots entangled
in memories, ever-present, yet invisible.
Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander,
a pilgrim lost in the vastness of my own histories,
each moment a pearl on a golden thread,
its brilliance heavy, a chain of yesterdays
binding my wings, a song of lingering shadows.
Dawn is a promise, an untouched canvas,
but my fingers tremble, stained with the ink of the past,
how can I paint tomorrow’s rays, when the sunset still persists,
its colors bleeding into the dawn sky,
a silent protest against the birth of something new.
In the garden of my mind, old flowers wither,
their bittersweet perfume, the memory of another time,
each petal a turned page, a lived story,
how can new buds burst forth, when the soil is saturated
with echoes of past days, roots deeply imprinted
in the sacred earth.
The river of time flows, an eternal current,
yet in its depths, the shadows of yesterday swim,
how to navigate these waters, to find a new beginning,
when the undertow of the past pulls at my heart,
its whispers a siren song, drawing me back to shores
paved with fragments of who I once was.
But perhaps, in this dance of shadows and light,
there lies a hidden grace, a gentle acceptance,
that echoes of yesterday need not be chains,
but threads woven into the tapestry of my becoming,
each memory a brushstroke, not a burden,
a part of the whole, the story revealed.
For the moon rises as the sun sets, an eternal cycle,
and in this cosmic rhythm, I too can find my place,
how to begin anew, I wonder,
embracing the symphony of past days,
letting them sing, but not define the melody,
for in the depths of the heart, possibility blooms,
a phoenix reborn from the ashes of what once was.
“Compromise is only a weakness between two who are unwilling to work together”.
In the tapestry of love, two souls entwined,
Marriages, a journey to perfect, beautifully designed.
Imperfect hearts melding in a dance,
A union of flaws, a second chance.
Discussion, the compass in the maze of the mind,
Seeking the truth, the answers to find.
Not to overpower, nor to lay blame,
But to illuminate the path, the passion's flame.
Arguments, not battles, but lessons to learn,
Discovering truths, for wisdom to earn.
In the clash of opinions, let insight arise,
A bridge to understanding, where empathy lies.
Yet, in compromise, a shadow may fall,
When unwilling hearts build a dividing wall.
A weakness not inherent, but a choice to sever,
The ties that bind, a bond to endeavor.
the enemy tries to temt us in many diffrent ways
the enemy tries to tempt us every single day
but the lord helps us with anythign that may come our way
giving us oppertunties to pray
prayer helps us through anythig that lies ahaead
so if you ever feel tempted
just talk to God instead
God will make you stronger
and wont let you stumble or fall
no matter how great the temptations
God will Help you stand against them all.
PROMISES FROM GOD:
1 Corinthians 10:13 . . . Remember that the temptations that come into your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will keep the temptation from becoming so strong that you can’t stand up against it. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you will not give in to it.
No temptation is too great to resist.
No one gave us a roadmap,
no guide to navigate the twists,
the jagged turns of life’s unknown path.
They filled us with hope, with dreams, with promises.
Tales of a future, bright and clear,
a mirage that fades just as we reach for it.
Lies.
We whisper it to ourselves
as reality sets in.
Life, a test we never studied for,
yet we’re forced to take.
Dropped into the deep end,
flailing, fighting, drowning,
no lifeline to grasp,
no safety net to break our fall.
Our parents, worn, weathered,
cling to wisdom that no longer holds.
They came from a world where work was steady,
where machines didn’t steal jobs,
where effort meant security.
Now they depend on us,
but we have no answers to give.
We are sheep without a shepherd,
Lost in the storm of uncertainty,
Our steps faltering, unsure of where to go.
Answers slip like shadows through our fingers,
leaving us with only time,
heavy, unyielding time.
We improvise, we stumble,
writing our syllabus in ink and pain,
forging our path through trial and error,
through blood, sweat, and tears.
Life needs a memorandum,
a guide to show the way,
a blueprint for the lost,
a light in the dark.
Yet life offers no memorandum,
only questions left unanswered,
and the blind leading the blind.
I want to be fully unwrapped
within the arms of your heart ~
the effervescent efflorescence
effortlessly cultivating our truth,
with your heat as my clothing,
your throb as my psalm,
your love as soft thunder,
soothing in silence
my mind’s mayhem, malevolence…
But to be your chosen heirloom,
must I turn fears
into flowers of resilience,
mask insecurities with interstellar lies,
pretend to be prepared
for the poisoned persistence,
as if ink trembles not at the
thought of losing the light
that found me ~
weeping on the edge of nothingness?
O lion’s mane huntsman,
my warrior scavenging
through storms and starlight,
come sail with me
to the distant dunes
of deepened devotion.
Succumb to this surreal seclusion,
cloaked in captivating colors
of branching attachment,
where you and I will
face the nefarious unnamed
like Persephone,
strolling between thistles
and abyssal dawn,
oblivious to what blooms above,
the labyrinth of love-starvation,
finding clarity through static panic,
returning to your dream,
where cacophonous control
calms the inner conscience
clawed to the catastrophic
currents of craving.
I am the midnight wanderer
intoxicated on pomegranate’s
forbidden ecstasy,
euphoric amidst the orchid
haze of Hades.
For what is happiness
in the absence
of fulfillment or contentment?
I have long learned
the adjectives to accentuate
peace through pain,
serenading serenity
beneath skies adorned
with doomed diamonds.
So let me stay alive in
the lines of allure,
find lucidity through distortion ~
hope through helplessness,
rise again to a spring
that pulses
for piercingly perfumed passion ...
after “Lead, Kindly Light” by Blessed John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
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Centuries saw god-fearing folks
There was faith, love and peace
Pride was less, contentment more
Generations lived with less feuds
Marriages made vows true
Harmony was fair, stable
Families guided behavior
Parenthood functional
Shared values, exchanged true smiles
Knowledge explosion paved new way
I am in nuclear age
Miserly thinking-living
Faith lost, love lost, brooding sly, wild
No more god-fearing folks
Ungratified, ungrateful
New blooms addicted, youth gone rogue
Unstable families
Point of no return, is gone
Fatal-born, structure volatile
Lord, lead me on, get me
Through vile, through lies, through deceit
No good am I, yet, I love to be pure
Pure in heart, pure in mind
Just pure enough, to hold you in my soul
I am no saint, I love to pray
Bring back kind holy peace
Bring back all lost, Bring back humans
Lead us all dear lord, do restore
the lost humanity
hallowed be the earth, Lead us