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Under mists, we march through darkness
to the sound of Aztec drums.
Not conquerors or conquered,
but soldiers of your Sacred Heart.
With gentle words you shaped centuries
as you did thousands of years ago
Transforming cruel, broken misunderstanding
into faith and hope and love.
Holy mother.
Faithful virgin.
Our queen.
And my heart quickens as I think
of how the demons must wail at your presence
at how all evil recoils in self-destructive loathing
as it beholds your purest beauty.
Mary - this day, this life - I dedicate to your Son, my God,
through your humble and perfect intercession.
Pious, poetic handmaiden,
Queen of all eternity -
Pray for us.
2025-12-12
written fairly quickly up to 11:35 AM
I was once asked, what's the one thing I despise?
But words faltered, for she, my reflection, listens to my cries.
In the mirror, her gaze sharp, like daggers, meets mine,
A silent dialogue of disdain, an internal sign.
I detest her patience, unrequited and unearned,
Kindness persists, tears withheld, a lesson unlearned.
A heart forgiving, releasing the past's unrepentant grip,
A trait I loathe, an internal conflict to equip.
Her unwavering persistence for love's elusive embrace,
Believing in hearts where skepticism might find a space.
Open to learning, correcting the course she's charted,
Yet defensive, perpetually on edge, guarded.
Scared of friendships, a fear she can't dispel,
Misunderstanding the world, a tale she tells.
Believing in change through explanations, a futile endeavor,
Apologizing, though blameless, a gesture she'll sever.
Her reasons dismissed as mere excuses,
Feeling misinterpreted, a sentiment she accuses.
Sometimes alone, a solitary state,
Concern dismissed, a consequence she contemplates.
Suppressing signs of sadness, a stoic masquerade,
Consistently right, a truth that won't fade.
Undeserved hate cast upon her tender frame,
Trust reserved solely for her, a self-imposed claim.
She despises me most, a self-inflicted plight,
Yet in mutual hatred, comfort takes its flight.
What we have together is complicated.
It very well may be toxic.
But I am glad it happened.
I ask if you love me.
The physical representation of thirst.
You curve my appetite in so many ways.
I am full in knowing that you complete me.
Such a sensual smell.
My mouth burnt by the hot.
My taste buds go insane each time you are near.
Watering at the mouth.
I've eaten too much but know you fulfill my every need.
I often picture a life together with you.
Seasonal aroma, stirred and mixed.
Following your lead.
We grow older.
At times you upset my stomach.
I regret the decision of going to find you.
But this is the same reason I am drawn towards you.
Licking the corners on my mouth.
You fill what hunger I have and I love it.
Because I love you.
We may have our spats but that's anyone that confuses misunderstanding.
I am sincere in the way I am reminded.
Yet selfish in the way I am spoiled.
I love you because you always commit with purpose.
One spoon at a time.
To wake up and have you here with me.
I wouldn't trade anything for it.
To wake up and have you beside me,
To wake up and ask is that Shrimp Fried Rice on your breath
Each winter for some years
my job took me to the blue hills
where in a sleepy remote town
I had met you.
You told me simple stories of your rustic life,
how to cross rapids in stream, chase butterflies.
I took you on a journey of urban fantasy,
told how to climb the high-rise, fly in the sky.
In the last winter of my job there
when I met you in the glow of the setting sun
I saw your radiant face trying to express the unsaid,
I knew what.
Your eyes said it all when I said goodbye,
as I saw your dreams flowing away in tears,
‘you misunderstood me’, I said silently,
‘I am sorry’.
April 28, 2019
I’m really becoming concerned,
For my brown and black friends that are not being heard.
Their voices matter.
It really concerns me.
That we’re all heard, for all of eternity.
The same haunting voices keeping the hate going.
The same old tropes. The things that destroy us.
The awful things we repeat.
The things that cause so much misunderstanding and heat.
This disease within us.
If we can’t cure it.
It will ultimately be a cancer.
That kills us!
But...
Think of a world,
Where everyone’s passions, ideas and knowledge,
Were all considered, all inclusive.
Can you imagine the huge strides we would make
In science, art, politics, medicine and more.
Instead of using maybe,
Thirty percent of the population’s ability.
We could have all of everyone’s capacity.
I wish for the latter, it would be so much incredibly better.
I write this poem with heart-felt words
Words that speaks the truth
The heart is complicated
Love is contradicted
Men are confusing
Women are forgiving
Children are a blessing
Family is a treasure
Pain is a killer
Sorrow is like the first trigger
Bitterness is a disaster
Loneliness is insanity
Depression is overrated
Marriage is disintegrating
People are misunderstanding
Humanity is disappearing
Children are starving
Yahweh is crying
Man I am running
The world is crumbling
Yeshua is calling
No ones watching
Politian’s are laughing
Nations dividing
No ones caring
Why am I writing?
Mother are you hearing
My words are multiplying
They can’t stop flowing
My mind is exploding
Why am I dedicated?
These words are electrifying
Each sentence is persecuting
Mother are you crying
These words have me dying.
Cultural Perversion
Culture is the perversion that fetishizes dead objects in display windows,
creates the mania of insatiable consumption of ever-growing unfulfilled hunger,
preaches endless forms of false happiness gleaming in empty screens,
false understanding in the form of grotesque religions promising heaven.
Ridiculous cults invite people to dehumanize themselves slowly and surely,
behaving like cold machines with souls of shiny and hard metal,
the fetish of gleaming objects transforms us into eternally submissive worshipers,
the mania of consumption saturates us filling our stomachs with immeasurable desires.
False happiness preaches sweet lies about life's lost meaning,
grotesque religions teach us the deep darkness of blind misunderstanding,
absurd cults invite us to be superficial floating on the empty surface,
our slow dehumanization makes us obedient machines with hearts of stone.
Perverse culture fetishizes the gleam of sacred objects in stores,
consumption consumes us feeding us with emptiness full of gleaming promises,
endless forms of false happiness make us slaves of eternal desire,
we falsely understand under grotesque cults of reason blinded by lights.
We behave like cold automated machines programmed to consume endlessly,
we dehumanize ourselves in the worship of objects gleaming in cold windows,
our mania for consumption saturates us starving us with insatiable desires,
culture perverts us transforming us into slaves of imposed "normality."
The gleaming fetishes of sacred objects transform us into worshipers,
grotesque religions preach to us the deep misunderstanding of the confused world,
ridiculous cults invite us to the slow dehumanization of our soul,
we are obedient machines with hearts of stone beating in empty chests.
Sometimes a human's smallest act
can cause a big misunderstanding.
Some eyes see only a slice of the fact,
so they let pride rule their heart.
They take offense at the slightest deed,
building fables into their mind's wall.
This poison awakens the sense of greed
and shrouds the human being in darkness.
A hurting soul keeps the fire lit,
rejecting the healing balm of forgiveness.
This grudge opens up an emotional pit,
brewing a storm of anger within.
Many lives are fractured from this evil stress,
while the ember of bitterness begins to form.
Hurt burns through love's cleansing dress,
letting the offense mold the human soul
The rough and rugged place.
The rough and rugged place is meant to be a safe place.
It’s a place where we go to pray and fellowship.
It is the sanctuary of God; it promotes growth, so we should never stay away.
A place where there is sometimes dismay, discord, and misunderstanding.
Where broken people congregate to pray, sing, and testify of God's amazing grace.
Christ alone must always be our focus here.
It is a place where everyone is special and safe in His care.
The rough and rugged place.
It is like a hospital for sinners seeking grace, so let no one turn you off from obtaining His grace.
But let's hold someone's hand as we take a stand to advance the master plan.
We must begin to value everyone and take a united stand against Satan's distractions, who want to destroy God's plan by sowing discord among faithful Christians.
The rough and rugged place.
There is still no better place to unite our efforts in praise and celebration as we raise salvation's anthem.
a place where we pray to become more like Christ, just as He intended for each man.
The rough and rugged place.
God dwells in this place, so we can behold Him face-to-face because of His saving grace provision.
Let's stay connected to this rough and rugged place despite the ups and downs, the criticism, the backbiting, and the challenges we may face.
The rough and rugged place.
One may be scoffed at, ridiculed, or even neglected and made to think you don’t fit in, but stand strong in His strength and never be shaken.
It’s a shelter, a Bethel, and a house of refuge because Christ is its foundation.
The rough and rugged place can be the best and sweetest place, but sometimes it can be a bitter and unkind place.
The rough and rugged place.
A place where you can rest in God's arms because soon Jesus will come and take us to the promised land.
So be faithful as you worship at the rough and rugged place called The Church.
There is a rough and rugged place somewhere near you, so next time you are there, just be nice to someone, as we never know that they may be contemplating leaving the rough and rugged place because someone was mean or unkind in their interactions.
I miss you daddy, why did you have to go?
I miss you daddy; your body was in pain and I didn’t KNOW!
I miss you daddy, this pain will never go away
I miss you daddy, I want you back EVERY DAY!
I miss you daddy, I am trying to be strong
I miss you daddy, its been nine years and that’s way too LONG!
I miss you daddy, it’s just not fair
I miss you daddy, I wish I could bring you back with a simple PRAYER!
I miss you daddy, please come back to me
I miss you daddy, I hope God is hearing my PLEA!
I miss you daddy, I sometimes cry myself to sleep
I miss you daddy, this pain, anger, misunderstanding I feel is running DEEP!