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The fear of the unknown has
emerged every single sensitive gut feeling of hunger...
a hunger so excruciating that my mind calls out for all my immeasurable emotions and painstakingly feelings to amalgamate
The fear of the unknown left my humanity weakened - drowned by all its uncertainty
I am once more nothing but a lifeless victim of...the unknown
Small changes of letting go of everything you were once certain of, frightened by the mere fact of something new and life changing
As my mind and heart plays tug of war trying to persuade me between letting go of feeling petrified or just to just linger for a moment and to seize the unrevealed
As all of this seems so overwhelming, I try to come to sense of my options towards as to what my gut wants me to feed it.
I know I need to feed it self-possession to ensure that I do not starve my inner conscious
My mind is now continuously reminding me that fear, is only fear itself
I'm once more persuaded by my gut to listen to my mind and to liaise in terms of letting go and to clasp onto the unknown
The hardships, the struggles, the adversities
are real, for we all share in them
with the millions whose miseries have been known
the world over and across the ages
those who have been discarded and ignored
and hidden in the dark with souls torn in pieces
like scraps upon heaps, piled up and forgotten
hoping not to be buried and shunned and abandoned
the hungry and the poor
the dispossessed, the downtrodden
the stepchildren of ignorance
the orphans of misguided hope
shuttered in silence, oppressed for no reason
guilty with no trial, crying out for acceptance
for mercy, for kindness, for a word that is tender
for a hand fully open, for a smile that is real
for love that is honest, for a love never fading
for a love that is free and given without
thought of repayment, or implied expectations.
Yes, these hardships, struggles and adversities
are not just his, nor just theirs.
They are ours
with or without our knowledge
or our approval,
in spite of our naiveté
or our genuine intentions
or our self-feigned pity.
These hardships, struggles and adversities
are at every turn of Life
whether we see them or not
for they never disappear
even if we close every window
or bolt every door by day or through night
they can be heard on the wind
and felt in the air
they travel over land
over water, over here and over there
invisible they may be
these hardships, struggles and adversities
are ours together
not just his, nor just theirs.
The answer is simple,
complex, overwhelming,
and freeing at once.
The answer is found within
that one someone, that one anyone
who will listen
who will love
who will speak
who will care.
Sand sweeps over, as the sweet salty air
tickles every part of my being,
tracing curves
Temptation can be overwhelming,
for someone like you
Seek and you shall find
beyond the surface
Even a grown man likes to get dirty,
play lost and found
It’s like
Maturity takes a rest from reality,
and you become as a child
Trust me when I say
“I want to connect the dots with you too”
A game perhaps,
but I am willing to seize the moment
However
I wonder how long the wait will be - -
even someone like me,
needs setting free
Seek and you shall find,
unravel the mystery
Of course
I like knowing you could hold me,
like a whisper
gentle as the wind,
never letting go
Still, I wait for you
because X marks the spot,
and a man will not ask for directions
The sweet salty air
moves over my tender form
How long will it be,
until you find
and,
Treasure Me
_______________________
Something a little Playful
Your love is scary
No one has ever cared for me as much as you do
Your love is too extreme
It is getting me worried
How could you love me this much
Your love is scary
It's no more a fantasy
Could it be real?
Your love is therapy
Yet no drug can give me clarity
Your love is scary
It's getting overwhelming
And my heart is undermining
Your love is scary
It's making me feel too special
Yet no one has ever love me so special
Your love is scary
Sometimes it makes me teary
It's just like a mystery
I've never seen it in history
Your love is scary
I'll be completely honest
Your love is too perfect
Your love is scary
It's getting me weary
You know what?
I'd rather be scared than to be lonely
I remember long ago, the day i fell in love with you,
before the chaos, before the judgement, before the world stole my view,
the fun house mirrors surrounded me to distort my heart away,
the lies of shapes and sizes told me everyday,
i asked where was the love in all of this? and i begged to come back home,
i closed my eyes, and in a dream i knew your answer was no,
this "why?" was a constant question, when i saw you in my dreams,
and when the lies became overwhelming, i closed my eyes to see,
we met in a beautiful banquet hall, with rose colored carpet and chandaleres,
you stood in the middle of the room and danced with me, and you shattered the mirrors of fear,
you held me in your arms as i cried out all of the pain,
and wiped my tears, and said to me, "now go back and do it all over again.."
Still a bit cool out tonight. I drove to my boomfield anticipatin' gentle winds
and sweet returns. All my booms impress and amaze me, 'cept for a
couple of 'em, which I know always takes me a few tosses to figure 'em out.
The air is sweet with the promise of Spring....colorful ducks and geese fill
the sky. Quickly, sundown approaches, winds abate and peepers from the
creek at the edge of my field begin their harmonies.
Suddenly! in a dead-calm wind.... I feel it, only in Spring at sundown!
a cool creek breeze, waist-high, slowly waves over me....redolent with
moisture-filled Spring perfumes released from their winter slumber, while
the air above my waist stays warm!.... a sensation unlike anything I've ever
felt or smelled before!
Then it comes to me.... hmmmm.....stationary warm thermal above...cool
air below.... MTA time! ( a special 'rang shaped like a small hockey-stick, called
maximum time aloft) ... I begin tossing sweet flights (for me!) and eagerly
catch 'em low, reveling in the different temperatures, odors and sensations as
I reach to bring 'em in near the ground. An overwhelming sense of well-being
floods my mind.... as I thank my boomerangs for taking me deep into
April.... in Minnesota.
You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your seat!
God, you'd think that Tufts education would give you even a shred of common sense.
Unbelievable.
You should feel ashamed.
He is your blood.
You don't turn your back on him.
No matter what he says to you, take it lying down.
Like a doormat with too many footprints,
he'd stomp you into the ground so flat you'd barely qualify as human.
Disgusting.
You should feel ashamed.
I am your elder and caretaker.
How DARE you be fresh with me!
(Smack!!)
There, now your shame is made manifest
in a handprint across your cheek.
Do not misbehave.
Deviant.
You should feel ashamed.
A sinful heartless monster.
She was just a little girl . (i was just a little boy)
All for gratification.
God you make me sick.
Perverted.
YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, BIG TIME
THE VILE HORRIFIC THOUGHTS IN YOUR MIND
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
GO AND TELL THE PEOPLE
GO AND BURN DOWN THE CITIES
GO RAPE AND PILLAGE THE INNOCENT
THIS IS WHO YOU ARE
BECAUSE THIS IS WHO I SAY YOU ARE
IF YOU QUESTION ME EVEN FOR A SECOND
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE GOD WILL STRIKE YOU BLIND
A SINFUL HEARTLESS MONSTER
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
DEATHWORSHIPPER
(ok ok i get it.
but i don't think i should feel ashamed.
because shame is misdirected anger,
and anger is another name for fear,
none of which are even remotely loving)
(so i'll tell you what we're gonna do...
you can all feel ashamed on my behalf.
you carry the overwhelming guilt, the recorded evidence...
i am a sinful heartless monster)
(just keep repeating that to yourselves over and over again,
and leave me the hell alone.
i'll be outside on a long overdue leisurely stroll.
believe me, i could use a breath of fresh air)
In my dream, I gave birth to a child
The doctor said that he would die quite soon
My feelings overwhelming made me wild
The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile
I lay there unmoving as I keened
In my dream,I gave birth to a child
A week passed by,I knew that death beguiled
Frozen lips made no sound, song or tune
My feelings overwhelming made me wild
I had to rise and say my black goodbye.
My baby with the others;horror loomed
In my dream I gave birth to a child
I picked him up , when suddenly he smiled
I held him to my breast, my songs I crooned
My feelings overwhelming drove me wild
I had to carry him, the landscape gloom
A desert grey aand rocky like some moon
In my dream I gave birth to a child
In terror I had walked yet love consoled
He lifts the clouds surrounding souls
Who feel the grief, the heavy doubts
Shadowing faith and darkening grace
He breathes a song through the hearts
Who long for the joy that comes to life
When giving from the tune of His love
He silences the hues of melancholy
Night that falls, thick against the light
Erasing the wonder of laughter, fulfillment
He washes away the penetrating madness
Relieving the anxiety, the fear, the regret
With serenity that never does fade away
He steals the show with His persuasive glow
The love that stirs promises of inspiration
Sincerity that reminds He is alive, everlasting
He is the way, the truth and the life
He guides the spirit and sings to the soul
He is wisdom and hope, peace and love
I will always know He is the answer, the guarantee
That my faith is alive, a burning fire, consuming
Every reservation with an overwhelming trust
He is the One who encourages me to grow
To listen to the whisper of His enduring love
To always know my prayers will open the door
… to solutions I’ve never known before!
Sometimes our attention will turn toward some of God's special creations that may cause our hearts to skip a beat or take one's breath away. Such was the case with me when one of God's choicest roses left me speechless and staring.
While chatting with a friend, I looked to our right and saw a mobilized rose bush* moving in our direction. It appears that I was more startled and enchanted by the beauty of the roses than by the animated movement. The roses were much lovelier than any that I had ever seen and were most beautiful, full of color, and downright stunning.
I did not speak to the rose but wanted to, nor it to me, but I heard it well in unutterable tones, and as I stared at it with wonderment, it watched me sheepishly. I was to some extent spellbound and for a while, I could not look away. There were also other flowers standing and some coming and going in a most orderly fashion, but none was as noticeable as the roses that came in our direction.
Indeed, for a few seconds, I forgot that my friend was standing there, and lest I be embarrassed, I discontinued staring at the one particular rose that had spell bounded me. I then turned toward the less eye-catching flowers, but that special rose continued moving toward my friend and stood next to him as I walked away. By then it was clear to me that they knew each other, but it was also clear to me that the rose was not available to me for acquisition, nor was I in a position to acquire that priceless rose.
It's been many a year since first seeing that mesmerizing rose of impeccable purity and refinement, so arresting and captivating of me as no rose, violet, lily, or lilac ever had before. Never had I encountered a flower so adorable and embracing.
I tell you, roses are my favorite flower, and many of them have graced my home for more than 22 years. I must confess that there have been times I have denied them proper care and adequate water supply due to drought conditions, but I love my long-standing roses dearly. Moreover, for a long season and more, I cannot forget that overwhelming rose that fixated and left me speechless more than 10 years ago.
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