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I've gone too far to ever come back
bad luck stuck in a mental trap
I’m going to start accepting facts
Suck in no air so lungs collapse
I had ambitions to reach the top
Until I saw how high it sits
A fear of heights told me "stop"
So I live my life in the pits
Singled out and always the one
Acting like a stupid prick
Single now and always a one
thinking that I must be thick
Never in love never content
Jumping dumb from bed to bed
Every friend came and went
Dump them slump then in to dread
I circle around this sinking drain
I’ve seen the sights this life can give
sunken deep down in odious pain
I live with only life to give
I live this gift this life I live
though nasty times are these
I take the roughest with the snuggest
in changing sceneries
I don’t eat food sleep or chat
I live without routine
I don’t compete my mood is flat
I have no social scene
I gift back this life I was given
This gift no good for me
I wish that I can be forgiven
A want to be set free.
4/2/2019 *favourite from last week contest sponsored by Lu Loo
A young girl,
An old lady,
A mother of two,
A passionate dancer—
All were friends of mine.
Across the decades,
Through Chennai floods
And Hindi classes,
They stood with courage and quiet dedication.
Their words—scattered notes of inspiration,
Their choices—prompt, firm, and full of grace.
They stood as ideals—
In studies, in marriage,
In hobbies and in ageing gracefully.
Friends from every age group—
A potpourri of ideas, actions, and lived experiences.
Jolly days and radiant faces,
Deep talks and shared silences—
All in pursuit of a life
Guided by values,
Uplifted by love.
Friends, friends, friends—
Let’s carry on.
Celebrate with furry companions,
Wipe away tears,
Stand shoulder to shoulder, always.
In life’s long sail,
We brave the roughest tides,
And reach the distant coast—
Of course, with friends.
Friends are the spark,
The rhythm, the fire.
They are the heartbeat of joy,
The shower that soaks us
In all that makes life truly happy.
I’ve looked and watched
you turn away
Seeing things
you’ve long denied
I grabbed the lion
by his mane
Staring through
the devil’s eye
I bought
a one-way ticket
While never
looking back
I’ve sailed and searched
the roughest seas
My rigging
often slack
I gave away
all that I had
And asked for
nothing more
I played the game
and damned the rules
Rejecting
any score
I stole my fate back
from the wind
Which blew
from side to side
And asking once
my only wish...
—to leave this world alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
All you know about me is my coolest familiar name,
You have no idea that we are just only the same.
You see me as superior in four corners of room.
I’m an ill grown person who doesn’t want to be in a darkest doom.
I may not know about you…Everything about you!
Still thankful enough for giving me an impossible you.
You’re like thousands and I’m totally clueless.
Maybe meeting you in a day is so wordlessly breathless.
Your emotions towards me is so quite mixed,
Let your strange feelings inside be the center of nix.
You may see my greenest grin in a brand new picture.
Behind is a roughest story of a guy in unknown tincture.
You see me in News Feed and I probably make you mad.
Bet you don’t like how I say things that could make your blood bad.
I thank you for being so patient despite of my idiocy,
You are good enough to understand someone who is in state of insanity.
Form:
You see, I'm a resident around here, been here for many a year
This is a place that I hold so dear and to my heart it is very near
Yes I know this place so well, right up to the oceans roughest swell
I love that fresh ocean smell oh the many stories that I could tell
But the sadness of that one day, the rip tides ripping out to sea
And those kids who just wanted to play, feeling happy and free
I told them to stay away that the tides that day were dangerous
They said hey pop, knock off the fuss! Get upon your own way
And as I tried to plead my case using every argument that I knew
Right there before my face into the water went not one but the two
Yet I kept on calling out as further and further they continued in
Unfamiliar these boys had reason to doubt just like you with sin
There I stood so helpless as they got pulled out into that big sea
Such a tragic mess if those boys would have just listened to me
If only they had listened to me and heard the words that I said
I told them the dangers of that sea! Still those two boys are dead
John 14:6
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me
Thank you, God – for all you’ve done…
Blessings sent down from heaven above,
Beautiful treasures in friendships and love,
Joyous dreams awakened with sweetest hope,
Feelings that can only be described as truly sincere,
The wonders of knowing that good hearts live.
Thank you, God – for the miracles you’ve given me….
Joys that fill my life with gentle compassions,
Creativity that lasts beyond the moment or creation,
Small gestures of acceptance that fill me with inspiration,
Soft thoughts that fill me up with warm, enjoyable sensations,
Enlivening my spirit with all the insights into loving that erases…
All worries and fears, the greatest feelings of weariness.
Thank you, God – for filling me full of love that is so alive.
It creates a hope inside that brings my heart so much grace.
It lifts me up when I’ve fallen down and fell amid the troubles.
It guides me through the storms that seek to hinder my aspirations.
It gives me second chances to feel all the joy that life can bring me.
It is a love that makes my life into a wonderful wish come true…
Filling me with anticipation for all the brings so much more.
Thank you, God – for guiding me through the roughest seas,
Ensuring me that I would be coming out above the treacherous waves…
And learning to lean on You, sweet Lord, for all that my heart yearns for.
Thank you, God – for bringing me through the darkest moments I’ve seen,
Allowing me to touch the edge of heaven with your mighty hand,
And seeing me through to the bright and vibrant shore or toleration.
Thank you, God – for loving me when I couldn’t possibly love myself,
For reaching out and taking my hand when I didn’t understand.
And for giving me the opportunity to love with all that my heart can give.
Thank you, God – for YOUR Love!
Love that makes me feel worthwhile,
Alive and aware… that love is the answer
To every question, worry or prayer.
When he went away,
He said,"Lehitraot,mama."
Do vstrechi.
He died but I'm still here
Yes,in my heart I feel his love.
But why did I live,
And he did not?
Auf wiedersehen
Lehitraot.
Yes,darling,I'll see you later,
When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright
I'll see you shining in the night.
I'll see you in my dreams alas.
Do vstrechi.
But why you and not me too?
Araka
I can't understand.
Lehitraot,beloved.
A plus tard
Some where in this world,you fell
But no-one,not even God, can tell.
God was absent then or in some other place
He's gone again.
They said He's died too,
But He didn't have a mother like you.
Do vstrechi.
My breasts ache and my heart and soul,
My breasts were made to make you whole.
To feed, give love and to console.
A plus tard
And now they ache with grief as my tears fall.
A bientot
My body trembles in the night
As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight.
A plus
I'd walk across the roughest bleak terrain
If l I could find my loves and hold your hands again.
Do vstrechi.
The bell rings on the ancient clock
As time goes on as normal ,it doesn't stop.
Araka
I wish the hands of time could be reversed,
And I was not living with this curse.
People forget that I once had a son.
They think my grieving has been done.
Araka.
But grief and loss and pain will never end
Until the curtain of my death descends
Auf wiedersehen.
Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees,
But it's really you my deepening insight sees.
Lehitraot.
Th inscape of my heart is shown to few,
An artist of the lost would know this view.
I know I want to see just you.
Do vstrechi.
But for me there is no
Auf wiedersehen
Never again will you say
What you said that day
Lehitraot,
Mama.
Papa
A plus tard
Tot ziens.
See you later
See you soon.
See you.
You
the beloved
It is all about the praise of His Holy, Holy, Holy Name
As also reflected in my ways in knowing that He came
Even in my deepest heaviest tear on my roughest day
It is His Name you will hear reflected in all that I say
My worries are so few in having a reward so great
But just in staying true this does not seal this fate
For there is nothing I can do no act that is so grand
Oh how this is so true yet so many don't understand
For it's all about the praise in giving God His Glory
Telling others of His Ways so that they know His story
About simple humility as we look upon that Cross
About being able to see the whole meaning of His loss
Goodness is fine but it's all about your own intentions
And in line after line the Lord Himself repeatedly mentions
That the Father's Will be done was Jesus most repeated phrase
It's all about His only Son, so not about our silly little ways
1 Chronicles 16:25
For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised:
he also is to be feared above all gods.
A man robs a Wawa. He tells the judge, a few days ago I held a door for a
lady leaving that store and gave a bum a buck. The judge say's so what you
broke the law, 10 years. Then the crook says my brother is the Governor and
the Judge dismisses all charges. Sort of not what you do, but who you know.
Hopefully you will be able to tell the Father that you know Jesus. Hopefully!
“I carry it still… just a small stone.”
Found it one day, by the river bend,
Back when I still thought endings meant the end.
It fit my palm like a secret prayer,
A promise that time and love repair.
Years keep tumbling, round and round,
Every scar gets smoothed somehow.
I keep a pocket stone,
For all the storms I’ve known.
It’s proof that even hard hearts mend,
If you hold them long enough again.
Time don’t shout, it hums real low —
Yeah, it wears us down… until we glow.
I’ve skipped that stone across my pain,
Watched circles fade into the rain.
What used to cut now calms instead,
What once was sharp has learned to bend.
Gentle hands, the quiet kind,
Turn the roughest years to shine.
I keep a pocket stone,
For all the storms I’ve known.
It’s proof that even hard hearts mend,
If you hold them long enough again.
Time don’t shout, it hums real low —
Yeah, it wears us down… until we glow.
We’re all getting polished, one day at a time.
Don’t fight the river — learn the rhyme.
Every fall, every scrape, every bruise, every tone…
It’s just the sound… of finding home.
I keep a pocket stone,
It reminds me I’m not alone.
The hardest things don’t break — they blend,
Time just softens what it can’t mend.
And I hum that truth when I walk alone…
Yeah, I shine now — like my pocket stone.
“Some things don’t need fixing… they just need time.”
This Jesus you talk about the one I read about in that story
The One who can end all doubt and will come again in Glory
The One who cured all the ailing and gave sight to the blind
That even in all of my own failing it is Him I can still easily find
This Jesus that you so often mention in all of the words you write
That He is the Fathers only Son and that He came to reveal the Light
This Man so pure of heart whose own Words would befuddle the wise
The new religion He would start in walking amongst those who despise
This Man who on water could walk or instantly calm the roughest sea
Where thousands listened to Him talk in realizing that He set them free
The One who would feed them all just from what a boy had in his basket
This Man who took the fall and yet so many sinners still won't admit
Well I am no longer one of those as His Joy has taken hold of my heart
In my whole being now knows as He has taken hold of every single part
Oh I still stumble and fall but now I have a reason to get right back up
For I too have heard His Call, myself so blessed to drink from His Cup