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My deepest thoughts
Little things I think about
Thoughts that just go in and out
Be there for you
Come read about my deepest thoughts
Hear about the raging battles I've fought
Bring reality closer to life
Place two lips
On the forehead of your wife
On my couch watching VH1's driven
Realize we can't live this life without God
So we ask forgiveness
Tears fall free
Once you open up your eyes to see
Wrong or right these are my deepest thoughts
Now we do a lot of cursing in a broken home
Hearing nothing but fussing
Stuck in darkness
Searching for that same vibe that kept you alive
Hear them plead to suffer and survive
I share with you my deepest thoughts
Addicted to trial and error
Predicted the Nile to flood an area
The art of war
Put your hand over your chest
Cause your hearts at war
Close my eyes
And wish upon a shooting star
Look ahead
But I'll never get to see a peaceful night
Or a softer bed
Together we break bread
Cause we all bleed red
When you lay down at night
I want you to read about my deepest thoughts
Insuffient funds
Allow you to discontinue the joy of almonds
Dressed in rags, so I look disgusting
Envy my heart, cause you think it's mistrusting
How long will I live?
And when it's all gone
what more do I give?
I share with you my deepest thoughts
And when it's all done
And you close the last chapter
I guess you can help
But to submit to capture
Get lost cause time will break you
But the hard times will make you
It can try, but misery
Will never replace a good memory
If you can make time, take time
And read about my deepest thoughts
Through the roughest nights
We struggle to win our toughest fights.
And I'll probably never understand the world
Or the lords plan.
Put here to live on Gods land
Suffer no more cause we got satisfaction of heart
And we'll never fall apart
I'd say goodbye
But these are only my deepest thoughts
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
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)
A sure shot, he sets up a can, and digs his heels in the sand
feet spread, a hat on his head, a gun in his hand: he looks grand.
Cloudy skies shade the sun from his eyes, letting him aim as planned:
and that can, flew apart, just like he knew it would, beforehand.
His friend wants to end their partnership, he said as much, offhand:
a showdown’s coming; it'll all come down to who's quick of hand.
Their morels a hoax: they rob folks and sell stolen contraband
and hide their cash in the wetlands, stashing their loot in quicksand.
Two of the roughest, toughest gringos north of the Rio Grande
stand ready to test how much pain the other man can withstand.
Their shared desire to fire... will send one man to the promised land:
this is life and death, final breath, well beyond a reprimand.
They're fighting for reasons neither man can quite understand:
it's all about ego, and which gunslinger is in command.
The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.
(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)
To the mountaintop, the moon, and back
In times of peace and war,
From daybreak to sundown
Until the Mississippi River runs dry
I'll walk alongside you
Sunday, Monday, and always
From pitch-darkness to a beacon of light
Through pathways of life fraught
With boomerang possibilities
I'll walk alongside you
Across the murkiest of waters
Through obstacles and towering infernos
Through life's joys and sorrows
Through the razor's edge
I'll walk alongside you
When your legs grow weak with fatigue,
When your body and spirit deplete
Through the roughest of terrains
Come what may
I'll walk alongside you
( Verse)
Date written and posted: 06/13/2016
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.
Encourage
I encourage you today
To be
All that you can
I encourage you today
Don't deny your own plans
I encourage you today
To keep your head lifted
Live out your talents
You are gifted
If you can lend a hand
Lend it
If you could be a blessing
Lord send it
Encouragement
Goes a long way
We all need it today
No matter what you do
Try to uplift a person or two
(Repeat 1x)
There are days
Where life gets to lifing
You do all you can
A lot of sacrificing
Sometimes the towel is thrown
And you feel so all alone
No battle is easy
But I encourage you to see it
See the light at the end of the tunnel
Be Great, but remain humble
Stumble we may sometimes
Just call on Jesus you will be fine
Even on the roughest days
You will get through
It
You got this you can do it
Encouragement
Goes a long way
We all need it today
No matter what you do
Try to uplift a person or two
(Repeat 1x)
Today I challenge you
To encourage a person or two
You got this yep
Oh yes dont forget to encourage yourself
(Repeat 1x)
Encouragement
Goes a long way
We all need it today
No matter what you do
Try to uplift a person or two
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
09/12/2026
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
Winter Withers
…… its way into the woods
and waits….and wonders….and watches
until…. No-one is looking.
Boorishly, an ally introduces itself,
an iced-sliced wind to quiver-shiver
the woods’ most tender saplings;
to shudder the aged evergreens
with sharpened, encrusted crystals
sandpapering the toughest, roughest bark.
Weather warning complete,
Winter then crunches forward,
cold shouldering its way through the night
to finally rest against a solitary cabin.
Inside that logged shelter, Man awakens
allowing his thoughts freedom
from the waiting room of his mind.
Man has learned how to listen,
but much more importantly,
this man has listened how to learn!
What he now sharply tells himself is…
Winter has arrived; survival demands action.
Man has lived for a year with Mother Nature
after his severance with city life;
he now feels a yearning for the three R’s:
reconnecting, refiguring and relocating.
Man can’t allow Winter’s weathered wings
to embrace him with glacial isolation
nor allow its benumbed playmate… Loneliness
to knock, again, on that fragile, front door.
Ian Souter