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Dr Mark Jobe had enter the room of abandoned Aids Children.
He was a missionary volunteering to comfort these precious souls.
It was a heartbreaking sight to see the need for love and healing in
their eyes. It was a heartfelt moment, he would never forget.
A little boy came to him and he picked him up. He clung to Mark
like to never let go, pressing his head against his chest and
hanging on, looking for an affectionate love his abandoned parents
never gave him. While he was holding the little boy another little
girl was tugging at his pants.
He gently put the boy down as he resisted to hang on to that moment
of love and affection. It hurt Mark to set him down but there was
another little one that needed to be held and loved.
The little one he put down sat next to him and held his pant leg not
wanting to give up this moment. The second one he was holding
was clinging to him for dear life. Marks's heart was breaking as he
felt their love and need, and they had this terrible illness that was
going to end their lives.
Mark's heart was overwhelmed. He prayed for these beautiful souls,
he would never forget them, he did what he could for them, and used
his Ministry to bring aid to them. Mark realized that what they needed
most was love, and to feel cared for.
Mark Jobe Ministries.
They were just venting
Needed someone to talk to
As time goes by
The pile of lessons built high
Emotional, worries
The time lapsed
The journey seemed long
All sources are gone.
Venting through technology
Social gatherings amongst
Studies of Sociology, and Psychology
Education overwhelmed
Grades were just passing
All other subjects did not matter.
Until one-day classes were dismissed
The time had come
Another day beginning
Now near the ending
The lessons and tests were done.
Final tests, final grades, one hundred
Graduation day amazed.
Studies of hard work
Years of education
Communication, Appreciation
Awesome submitted applications
Extraordinary resumes
Determination, Evaluation
Expectation, representation.
Six figure salary
Businesses established
Opened a blessed Art Gallery.
Multiple businesses were created
They made it.
The passing test.
Note: For the person that seems like education is getting overwhelming and hard. Striving, and doubting? Do your best. Passing tests. Thesis created.
Enjoying rich enchanting melancholy
what the Sun cannot see it captures;
Sensory deprivation creates vision,
a blindfold is the allure of darkness;
What the Sun cannot see it captures,
wishes ignite under the moonlight;
A blindfold is the allure of darkness,
shooting stars give laser sharp focus;
Wishes ignite under the moonlight,
they explode into supernova;
Shooting stars give laser sharp focus,
inspiration becomes a tactile sense;
They explode into supernova;
Overwhelmed by everything you feel
inspiration becomes a tactile sense;
You can do it once you define it;
Overwhelmed by everything you feel
sensory deprivation creates vision;
You can do it once you define it,
enjoying rich enchanting melancholy.
in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts
in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
in the measure of hours set aside for sleep
overwhelmed by recent events
i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome
in the exaggeration of my emotional outpour i bleed tears
dry to the air of the night
i shrivel like a plum under light
so this is what it is like
to be a prey to grief
an abhorrent internal pain
i forget its feel when it is gone
i remember its feed when it is here
bent
out of sorts
barely able to walk
i return to the inferno of my now
quiet
i keep my affliction private and unassuming
Feb 28 2016
armand
In restless winds and in shadows dark
over a sweeping plain of wheat so fair
a crumbling homestead stands against fate
with a wandering staircase going nowhere.
Warily, I clutch the creaky bannister
willing my feet to climb treacherous steps
up to the floor of Four...then I hesitate
for my spirit is overwhelmed and bereft.
Herein lies a faded, neglected nursery
a drooping jack-in-the-box with a frozen smile
a broken man-in-the-moon clock hangs limp
with a chilling breeze moaning all the while.
Thunderclouds blacken the distant horizon
like time that cloaks events from long ago
I do not possess the keys to unlock mysteries
but I entered the floor of nowhere..this, I know.
Written on 9/5/2020
Once, as I sat on a lush green lawn, swirled around my head
Hundreds of butterflies, having come out of nowhere!
They each took a piece of my clothes in their tiny mouths
And led me to where Love resides!
There, they lowered me on the floor
And I, overwhelmed by the radiance of Love,
Kept my eyes and my mouth solidly closed
But then Love touched me with its radiance
And I unclenched my tight fists
Love touched me and soon filled me up
Love conquered every nook and crook of my body
Love merged with my being till we became one!
I opened my eyes and let the sight of Love
Open the wings of my heart to cause my chest
To swell, for it started flying around in frenzy!
I opened my mouth and told Love
All this time, I've lived only for this moment
You are all the poems that fill the pages of my books
You are the hope that kept me going when the illusion of life
Gave the impression that it was mightier!
And Love merely said,
"I know, now, we shall remain lost
In the moment of our union
For as long as existence shall be!"
Lights! Camera! Action!
Cue “My Sister Sam”
At first sight there was attraction
Fanboy’s heart was smitten—BAM!
As he watched her on TV
His infatuation grew
So he wrote her lots of fan mail
Her one response stirred obsession's brew
For a time all was serene
What came next was the prime factor
When he saw on the TV screen
Her in bed with another actor
Fanboy’s deep obsession exploded
Fueled by deviant perception
Thus her stalker he became
Led by massive misconception
Finally hired a private dick
To find out her current address
Paid him more to do it quick
Overwhelmed by sheer distress
He knocked on her apartment door
She said he was an unwanted guest
Called her”another Hollywood whore”
Then he shot her in the chest
Rebecca Schaeffer was pronounced dead
Robert John Bardo took her life
Obsession’s bitter harvest
Yielding hurt and endless strife
February 16, 2020
F T I obsession
Brian Strand, sponsor
Driving a desert road
touring the landscape
discovering a new world
Overwhelmed by the sight of
rocky gorges and sheer plateaus
striking with bands of white, yellow, orange, and red
fading in a blur of shimmering heat
A brilliant strobe of light flickered
lightning flared up in the clouds
the roar of kettledrums struck
followed a couple of heartbeats afterwards
The roar jolted me out of my seat
Without warning clouds start rolling in
opening up with pounding rain
zero visibility, where to pull over
F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D!
Refuge from the deluge
8/30/2016
A Deluge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
True story, about 12 years ago in Arizona on monsoon season, another reason I hate thunder……
I just wanted five minutes.
Six hours on my feet,
smiling when I didn’t feel like smiling,
moving when my body already felt heavy.
Instead of homebound,
I found myself in the grocery store...
Bright lights, crowded aisles,
a cart that wouldn’t steer straight.
Holding up the checkout line
because my card refused to work.
Nothing terrible.
Just little things.
But sometimes little things
feel like the world
pressing down
a little too hard.
The drive home.
Not in silence.
Conversation to carry,
words to give
when all I had left
was exhaustion.
I pulled into the driveway
and sat there for a moment.
I just wanted five minutes.
Five minutes in the car.
Five minutes to breathe.
Five minutes before opening the door
to the life that needed me again.
But the baby was already screaming.
The oldest was already making messes.
My sitter was already overwhelmed.
So the door opened
before the minutes could exist.
And the chaos rushed in.
Noise.
Questions.
Dinner to make.
Messes to clean.
Bedtimes to manage.
And somewhere between it all
a quiet thought kept repeating
like a prayer
no one could hear:
I just wanted five minutes.
Five minutes
before the stress
turned my body to stone.
Five minutes
to sit with my own breath.
Five minutes
to remember what it feels like
to be a person
before being everything
for everyone.
I didn’t get them.
But I’m still standing
in the middle of the noise
wishing for
five small minutes
of quiet.
She Silently Reminded herself
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By: Aria Au-Contralto
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A wedge to separate
Her goals had been that
blatant and obvious
the dysfunction of newness
can have those seeking
something or someone
in a better position to gain
either the trust or possession
of the heart of someone
worthy of having.
Unrealistic Expectations believing
friends and folk in general would
magically change their behavior
to support you will someone
or have the decency to tell you
she's cheating
not playing some word game
but to just say it in plain
bone chilling words
Waiting for them to share
is how they usually start
unraveling and causing
the discomfort of putting you
in your place.A clinker or a clam is
what musicians call it when you strike
the wrong note darning a performance.
maybe she choose the wrong man might
the right one would find her.
Or she is overwhelmed by attention and
using her general knowledge of people
she thinks that she can keep things stable long enough
to make it through.