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when I’ve lost my way
How do I sew what has been torn
I’ve seen a criminal he looks familiar
If I’ve misplaced my soul losing the pieces
To this puzzle that I awake to each morning
I search for it only to see Him at every turn
Holding it beckoning me whispering my name
How does He know my name
This bumpy road shakes me rattles me
this world has had too much to drink
stumbling and fumbling in the darkness
This road comes to an end with no turning back
Then He whispers my name
with my soul as the prize
And with a grin, he knows I am tired, He
takes me by the right hand and says
Let’s go for a walk
Frank Black Blacharczyk
John 6:44
His green gold flecked eyes stare into mine and I am whole
My love for him etched itself perfectly into my soul
I thought I've loved before but oh i was so wrong
His hands dance upon my body like a melody, a beautiful song
His lips meet mine and we are fire
His warm skin against mine is pure desire
And together we mesh, two perfect puzzle pieces
His soft lips kiss me in all the right creases
We come up for air and stare into each others eyes
He moans at the sound of my soft muffled cries
It's pleasure, excitement, and pain all rolled up into one
And I feel as if I'm coming undone
Unraveling, opening like spring's first bloom
And he's moaning like he's unraveling too
Making love is better than emotionless intercourse
This lust and love is churning at full force
And I let myself fall deeper, sink into the motion
Our bodies in tune, sway like the ocean
I've given him all I have and even more
Pleasing him, teasing him, pleasure galore
He loves the way I caress him down there
And I see the burning desire in his pleasured stare
After we're done we fall into each other once more
Holding each other tight, it's him I completely adore
I'm reborn feeling thoroughly brand new
Before we fall into a deep slumber we both whisper, "I love you".
Wandering in the wasteland of denuded life lost
on the sinuous track taking me to realm of nowhere,
I was enmeshed in daunting web of enigmatic puzzle,
how to escape from the maze of decay, I didn’t know.
The entrenched imprint of the turning wheel of time,
twisting out of tormenting tangle of the trailing past,
that trapped unaware my beleaguered mind for long,
showed me the pathway to fervid freedom of future.
There I’d break the invisible high wall you had built
around your secret garden, hidden away from me.
As I’d walk there in the glow of sunburst new dawn,
I’d wish before my time ends our paths would cross.
June 27, 2020
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LIFE'S MOMENTS
WHAT MIGHT BRING AT THIS MOMENT
NEVER KNOWING FROM DAY TO DAY
BY HOUR AND BY HOUR
LIVING FOR THAT DAY
NEVER KNOW ABOUT TOMORROW
NEVER KNOWS WHAT MIGHT FOLLOW
MINUTE BY MINUTE
LIFE IS REAL
SOMETIMES SEEMS UNFAIR
AS YOU THINK AND GO ON WITH YOUR DAILY TASKS
NO DAY IS THE SAME
ONE-DAY PROSPEROUS, NEXT DAY IS FAME
ONE DAY IS JUST IN A SURVIVING MODE
THE NEXT DAY MORE THAN ENOUGH
LIFE HAPPENS
SURPRISINGLY, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO
ALL OBSTACLES ARE POINTING IN THE DIRECTIONS TOWARD YOU
LIFE IS LIFE
OH LORD, HEAR MY CRIES
THE PAST DAYS THAT ARE MOST DIFFICULT
THE FUTURE DAYS ARE NOT YET ARRIVED
JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH
AS ONE SURVIVES
A MOMENT OF SILENT
A DAY FOR A REVIVAL
THE LORD HEARS MY CRIES
LIFE CAN BE A PUZZLE
SOLVING ALL OF THE PIECES
A BROKEN HEART
A MIND RENEWAL
A DESTINY HAS FOUND
SALVATION, RESTORATION, DESTINATION, COMMUNICATION
MINUTE BY MINUTE
DAY BY DAY
HOUR BY HOUR
POWER, THE LORD HOLDS
THE MASTER OF IT ALL
PEACE, FAITH, TRUST, LOVE, JOY
LIFE CAN BE A SURPRISE
IN A DISGUISE, A SMILE ON THE OUTSIDE
THE HURT IS ON THE INSIDE
JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW
AS IF NOONE KNOWS
DAILY TASKS OUTWEIGHS YOU
TIRED OF IT ALL?
TRUST IN GOD
STAND TALL, KEEP THE FAITH
HEAVENS REJOICING
SONGS ARE BEING SUNG
PRAISES ARE GOING UP
SALVATION HAS WON.
A kinder, more loving soul doesn't exist,
you're an Angel, sent from heaven above.
You captured my heart the first time we kissed,
and I immediately fell in love.
You saw in me what others could not see,
and encouraged me to believe in hope.
I was a puzzle with a missing piece,
and I needed that piece to complete me.
Before I met you, I could barely cope,
and at times, my soul yearned for its release.
I adore your contagious laugh, your smile,
your tender touch, and your passionate kiss.
As a living poem penned in freestyle,
you imbue life with happiness and bliss.
Poets say beauty is only skin deep,
but that is not true when it comes to you.
You possess a beautiful soul inside,
and it's enough to make a grown man weep.
Truth is your arrow, and your aim is true,
uplifting my spirit; you boost my pride.
Your love encourages my soul to soar:
to take wing like a fledgling bird, and fly.
You're everything I could ever wish for,
and my feelings for you will never die.
Our eternal souls were forged into one,
and were bonded by love since time began.
You are my soulmate, the yin to my yang,
my candle in the dark; bright as the sun.
Unleashing love as a part of God's plan,
love always comes back: like a boomerang.
It was the week of winter sanctuary when I last saw
him as we chatted in the doorway of the chapel.
Winter sanctuary is a five-night event in which our
church clothes, feed, and house a hundred homeless
people in our community.
We spoke of our assigned duties for the night.
However, Kent's duties would not have the
luxury of ending any time soon on that night.
Furthermore, he said that he was assigned to guard
through the night and that he would be there for the
Saturday morning breakfast for the homeless downtown.
Moreover, he said that he would also be back Saturday evening
to help clean the facility for Sunday morning service. I tell you,
just that little chat with Kent made me tired just talking about
the mission he was on for the church. It was by no means a
chore to him. Rather, it was indeed a call, and he literally loved
every minute of it. It was his church, and he loved it until death.
I shall never forget Kent, the quiet giant, who was a large piece of
the puzzle that made our church work as a live well-oiled machine.
Kent left our world prematurely, but he reached heaven right on time.
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In the misty morn, I wake to a world unknown,
Mountain peaks stand tall, but valleys remain shrouded, a mystery to be shown.
Roses scent the air, yet their beauty veiled in gray,
Birds serenade, their melodies unheard in the foggy fray.
Through the haze, I strive to uncover the hidden lore,
Exploring the mist, but its secrets elude me more.
Then, the sun's rays pierce the fog's embrace,
Revealing the valley's charm, as it awakens with grace.
The roses bloom, a vibrant smile in the morning light,
Birds' songs enchant, filling the air with delight.
The mystery unravels, transforming into clear reality,
As the fog lifts its curtain, unveiling nature's vitality.
In the foggy haze of doubt, my mind often strays,
Lost on a path with unclear ways.
Searching for true love, yet fear plays its part,
A puzzle of existence, uncertain where to start.
On the joyful days, when fog retreats from my head,
Paths become clear, love conquers fear, no longer misled.
Riddles unravel, as clarity takes its stance,
In the sunshine of understanding, life finds its dance.
I was influenced by Basil Fawlty
that sarcastic humour really caught me
inappropriate rude crude and naughty
humour against stress which haunts me
I'm the sort some assume a dim bulb
even the spoons make a sharper knife
impulsive projections cause eyes to roll
a daily custom always part of my life
and yet people fail to see the sea
over there between the land and the sky
for the Wildebeest sweeping majestically
as though impulse is a thoughts finish line
I know nothing about the horse
a witnit flying pig in the water tank
thoughts follow impulse of course
my brain is working you Fawlty blank
That wasn't the fire alarm
yet it causes you to get gobby
you're Major with a firearm
shooting starlings in the lobby
So who wins these bloody mind games anyway
wound up telling me stop talking about the war
which they started when Poland saw an invade
"is this a piece of your brain?" as i pick dust up off the floor
A false sense which makes them hopeful
becomes a trip to see India at the Oval
they don't see the rat in me called Basil
biscuits cheese and a Lord Mulberry puzzle
I'm a good lad
a Waldorf Salad
the chef's gone home
rooms without baggage
if you can't hear me turn it on
blind with glasses on your head
you put my door in a load baring wall
"Hello Major" the Moose once said
i sit there for years doing nothing
when i actually need it for flames you place
and i have to use my brain and think
the bloody think will explode in your face
I know how to address stupid
even if i often appear confused
my small back road is your M1
and with quick wit I've won.
Both love's and dream's astray
Pleasantly unaware
Death is making it's merry way
Unto my very own front door
Yet both sadly and unfortunately
To my bemusement and surprise
He never thought to break or lighten
the mood
With a knock , knock joke
He just jumped in both feet 1st
And instantaneously proceeded
to usher me away
Not even did he even stop to think
for a 1 single minute or give me a
second after thought horah
Let alone afford me any time at all
To let me wave or utter a 1 final last
goodbye
Otherwise I imagine poor
L.M.H
God rest his soul in peace
May have taken the time to write
us all here on the Soup
1 final piece of poetry of and in his
own imitable word's and way
So as in order to complete and place
the final piece in his particular puzzle
1 very last final remaining poem
Before both his word's and pen were
forevermore to be retired eternally
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
that didnt seem so obvious at first,
but looking back you can expect the worst,
when strained expressions show one’s true feelings,
at a sore point or stray word amid our dealings,
the odds and ends didnt seem to fit,
try as we may there’s just no making sense of it,
I give a little ground and so do you,
but honestly we just can’t seem to bridge,
that awful gap that’s getting in the way,
breakthroughs sometimes work but not for long,
I hate to sing that same old boring song,
what keeps us far apart is like a curse,
our would be fixes only make the problem worse,
It isn’t like a crossword or some jigsaw,
an interactive game to be looked up,
where answers can be found in how to books,
online website or handy guide,
I wonder is it time to say goodbye,
maybe we can give it one more try