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We are not objective when it serves us.
Weighing scripture carefully, thoughtfully.
Yes, it hurts,
it stabs with two-jagged sides.
But, what is its worth?
It gets all of us
blasphemers, idol worshippers, adulterers,
thieves, liars, coveters, pleasure-seekers
and the lot.
It hurts…it hurts.
It helps,
it moves us
away from danger
He saves us,
heals us through purification of truth.
We don’t want the angels circling,
saying,
“Woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth…”
Instead, I’d rather be invited
into His kingdom,
oh how precious those jewels, those riches
that we gave up
in order to have it all.
Guess what? You can have it all!
Not the sad imitation, impression, bare bones,
but the great euphoria of the highest heaven.
We’ll bow.
We will all bow.
Some will bow in great delight.
The rest, in great remorse.
The test is now.
It is not a trick.
Right now, God is an open book.
Take a look, long as if thirsty,
unregrettably searching
for that
which you would sell all for.
Don’t sell your soul to whoever you think your god is.
Instead submit to the One who made you
and longs to give you true and abiding everlasting love.
Drink!
He said, "Where ever you break down, call me, and I will come to get you".
One day he picked me up, and I was taken aback when I saw an open can of Beer. When I mentioned it to him, he said to me, "You worry too much".
He told me things in private that I would not repeat, and he said things publicly when we were together that sometimes embarrassed me, but I would not trade my friendship with Al for anything.
It appears that Al had lost faith in Christians and organized religion, but he believed in God, and he believed in me. I was free to let Al be Al, and he was the same toward me. Al was clean, neat, transparent, unpretentious, unmasked, and free.
Al was an opened book easily read and overwhelmingly interesting
to anyone who loved novels. I must confess that I do not like novels,
but I loved every page of Al's true-life story. No, I do not miss Al's foul
language, his heavy drinking, or his bitterness, but I miss some awful
my dear friend Al, vintage Al, the genuine article, the real McCoy. Yes,
I miss his great mechanical abilities which served me well for some
20 years, but I miss his honesty more. Al knew his limits and always
stayed between the lines with me.
Prior to Al's passing, I had never attended a funeral without masks.
In other words, his funeral was also an open book, a mirror reflecting
vintage Al. I tell you, my life was enriched by the friendship of Al.
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Moments of treasure buried in time
I can’t seem to find the silver line
We are all on a journey
Just passing though
One day Our paths crossed
Birthing something new
Heaven saw fit to give me friend
Who taught me, we don’t break, just simply bend.
You were an open book some would say
A much-needed laugh on those dark gloomy days
With a contagious presence for those that new you well
Always delivering unpredictable words you said quite well
Giving kindness when others were completely shut down
Showing mercy when none could be found.
Some could misconstrue your bluntness for beaning mean
But that was the way you allowed others to be seen,
There is a symphony in my heart playing for you
At this moment in time it has turned into the blues
I know there were many chambers to your soul
Thank you for letting me see almost all
Thank you for showing me what a good father should be
Loving your precious son beyond infinity
I will always cherish the video that plays in my mind
At this moment All I seem to do is hit pause and rewind
Everyone can give but they are not always giving
Everyone is alive but not always living
God broke the mold when he created you
I hope he tells you how many people looked up to you
I know you talked to God during your final hours
And he saw fit to take you home with is infinite power
But it doesn’t make this any easier for all of us down here
And it can’t take away the pain and these uncontrollable tears
I look forward to the day we will meet again
You will always be my beautiful friend.
I love you Patrick
Love Sabina Nicole
In the endless kingdom of time, where clocks are silent and years dissolve,
Existence weaves smiles with the mirage of immortality, faultless,
Man, a traveler towards the infinite, through melting icebergs of moments,
A dancer at the eternal ball, where age is just an echo, a simple meaning.
His gaze towards the horizon, pure, like the ray of sun through clear glass,
Dreams of boundlessness, where not a grain of sand is squandered,
But reality is a wall of shadows, with each dream, a part is unforgivingly torn away,
And life's tragic theater, ageless on its stage, is divided in acts unjustly shared.
Treading through the gardens of days, his soul traverses the ocean of thoughts,
This boundless inner cosmos, where youth and old age grapple,
The burden on shoulders unyielding, battling the maladies that cast him out,
And he perseveres on the path to stay, with a deluge of expectations, struggling unbroken.
In this voyage towards the lost eternity, he intertwines his chimera,
With a heart full of longing, he concludes contracts with the stars, trading empty illusions,
Hope, that specter, strides furtively like an early migrating bird,
And each day is a rose petal fallen, from the life's bouquet that burns in the distance.
But peace, a silent coffee at dusk, in the company of an open book,
Is the manifesto of the timeless soul, which, deep within, always dreams,
Though various perils are laid in his path, immobilizing steps towards the heavenly,
This man, age-old and resonant, remains alive in the heart of each moment, eternally.
when tears were dripping
against my cheek
and there was suffering, more
suffering than recompense
arose in me, assurance and hope
brought by the wonder
that promised me You were true
and, someone You knew
somehow You knew
when darkness sought my soul
leaving me doubting,
without any real control
while troubles around me
sought to feed me their poison
there was a moment
more still than snow’s falling
reflecting the promise
somehow You knew what I was feeling
somehow You knew my heart’s longing
somehow You knew my soul was calling
when everywhere I looked
there stood an open book
revealing all the darkness, shadows
like mist covered whispers
held my heart
its beating melting, soft
echoing the prayers
distant feelings, pleading
while the ache withstood my pleas
dissecting the grief within
with the hesitant hand of doubt
the song, spoken by a voice
who knew, I have not choice
it is only through the love
that comes from God above
and somehow You knew
You always knew the truth
my heart, it longs for You
when life let me down
and no one was around
and the feelings felt like pain
there were no words to say
no answers in the light of day
no reasons and it wouldn’t go away
somehow You always knew
the blessings of my soul
they flow from the beauty
in the scriptures, the prayers
the living truth, the reason I believe
somehow You knew
without a sound, what was lost
I was found and somehow You always knew
the love that is here, is love without fear
it is love that’s sincere
and forever, I believe in You
the light of my world
my reason for hope
somehow You knew
this world is not my home
but, still – I’m never alone
I always have You, my living proof
that somehow YOU KNEW!
this poem explains the state i'm in
from humble beginnings to bitter end
haphazardly it might be a bit
but haphazardly is how i live
it's here to show you both my sides
from the heavy to the light
you'll have to wonder how i survive
or at least how i get by
painstakingly i'll add to it
all the crooks and crannies, every stitch
nothing will i dare omit
an open book i'll title it
it'll read just like a comedy
with it's share of tragedy in between
a real page turner for what it is
but that's just how my life is lived
i'll leave nothing out for you to guess
nothing more and nothing less
call the priest i must confess
for some of this they'll have my head
but after all is done and said
an open book i'll title it
My tabby cat with spectacles on nose,
Sits on a chair in imperial pose.
She holds an open book in one hand,
And a mug of coffee of a fresh brand.
Though she controls only the mouse,
She acts as though the empress of the house.
She sits content in the glare of the sun,
And reads of adventures of great fun.
With a blink of eyes and flick of ear,
She keeps turning pages in great cheer.
She relishes sipping the hot coffee,
And enjoys her uninterrupted spree.
She sits dangling her feet in joy.
I wonder what is her next ploy.
Folding the book, she bids goodbye,
And drifts off to sleep closing her eye.
I Love You
I love you as much as a digging dog loves finding its long buried T-bone.
I love you as much as I love carne asada tacos and beans on Saturday nights.
I love you as much as the blue sky loves a flowing white cumulus cloud.
I love you as much as a revving car engine loves its regular oil changes.
I love you as much as a marching ant loves my open gaping cookie jar.
I love you as much as a dead rotting corpse loves a green gated graveyard.
I love you as much as a crooked preacher loves collecting baskets full of money.
I love you as much as a common thief loves an unlocked door at midnight.
I love you as much as a cluss-filled toilet loves finally flushing it all down at dawn.
I love you as much as a mosquito loves the open bare skin on the back of my leg.
I love you as much as my stomach loves the flow of warm mashed potatoes in winter.
I love you as much as an open book loves human eyes peering upon its naked white pages.
I love you as much as a bed loves the springs in its mattress when the bouncing begins.
Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class
My heart is like anvil swinging on a fishing string
My heart is like a song bird without it's vocals flying on broken wings
My heart is like a deep ocean the deeper you go the darker it gets
My heart is like a bad memory everyone wants to forget
My heart is like a hollow tunnel filled with emptiness
My heart is a like woman scorn full of resentfulness
My heart is like a frosted flower on a freezing winters night
begging to be heated by the suns early morning light
beckoning the arrival of a withered and early death
my heart is like a knight without his armor facing the dragon's breath
My heart is like an open book for all to turn it's pages wide
My heart is like the ocean's salty waters from the waves that subside
My heart is like a broken poem lost in rhythm lost in rhyme
My heart is like a broken clock without the hands to foretell the time
My heart is like a blind man who always likes to stare
My heart is like a stunt man who gives up on the dare
My heart is like tinted windows where the sun has no glare
My heart is like a hospital without the patient care
My heart is like the mimosa plant sensitive to the touch
My heart is like a standard car without the pedal clutch
My heart is like the cuddle fish that changes it's disguise
My heart is like a question asked but no answer is replied
My heart is like my tears refusing to fall from my eye
My heart is like no constellations embracing the darkened sky
My heart is like the kool-aid with out the sugar in the mix
My heart is like a crack-head on the corner without his daily fix
My heart is like the entertainer without any fans
My heart is like the farmer without any land
My heart is just like this poem it just doesnt make any sense
why did i even write the pointless poem in 1st person present tense???????