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Line of Inquiry:
“Mistaken that I was this body-mind,
I succumbed to desire and fell to fear
but on choosing pathways loving and kind,
light of God in heart began to appear
and truth of my true essence became clear,
which made in God’s image, is living light,
gripping us in rapture of bliss delight.” - Unseeking Seeker
Oh to rid oneself of human weakness,
let go of fears and not give in to lust.
Oh to see the finish of one’s bleakness
by putting in God’s hands one’s total trust.
To open up clarity’s sweet portal
and understand God’s truth should be the goal
and strive to be more than a mere mortal.
Oh to really feel God in one’s soul!
The year is ending; let me wisely choose
the path of love and kindness – God’s own way.
A person gains when he’s prepared to lose
self-centeredness. For all mankind I pray
we recognize God’s light and let it shine -
to bring a world of bliss – God’s peace divine.
The brain is an instrument of improvisation
With its white and gray byways
garnished in electrical blood drops.
Creating refined works, although pressed for time and pressurized.
It suffers in its bone cage.
Like an octopus in a jar, always planning the grandest escape.
It is also a weapon of mass deception
pods of oddness, always plotting.
Endless deep blueness and innate jealousy.
A DNA staircase decorated in ornate self-centeredness.
Prone to God-mocking and demon-envy.
Overall, the brain is a hieroglyphic glass ball.
Bursting with dead-end riddles and black troughs.
Perched on a flint-and-paper faith pedestal.
For millennia, our race has lived a vast success.
Hatred, envy, spite, and strife are on the rise.
Despair, aggressiveness, self-centeredness.
Depravity, intrigue, lewdness, vanity, despise.
Hubris, a lack of self-awareness, and trickery.
Aristotle's five components have been corrupted.
Air, water, earth, and fire are no longer ancillary.
Humbly wished to stay alive rather than dead.
When I think back on all I've been through, it all seems insane.
There doesn't seem to be any way for me to heal.
Even if I tried, I'd never been able to reach or even get obscene.
On a detail level hit, I was wounded in the deepest part of my soul.
It seems clear to me now that my fate was set by my disputes.
Before it was too early in the process, I tried tentatively.
They've formed outflow and false analogies without any roots
When I had all the talent and drive, I regret not doing it smoothly.
They think they will be able to detain me after a full investigation
They make me feel scared with all they perform
I demonstrated to them that they could inflict pain and dejection
They're alleging in the flood that they lied about the game.
As a leader, I cannot assert that logic will guide my word.
They exhibit how to rule for the benefit of their family.
They did, however, get the human falsity award.
They're simply playing badly and misleading the community.
However, it's excessively various to decide.
You dared to contact that one strand.
You aren't aware when you alter your face.
It turns into such a terror-like experience.
It's going to last a period, you accept.
For the first time, you've been right.
It's the unique last time indefinitely.
You were harmed, and you stumbled struck poorly.
It felt agreeable yet surprising.
You said that you felt humiliated over increasing.
Pause for a minute to consider; it appears it's an act of futility.
When it got back to sobbing in the downpour, the storm faded away.
This time, everything had changed after much sorrow.
You never know when one door will shut, and another will open.
All the regime crashed, and I'm now being hailed as a hero.
Life is a journey, not a destination; without patience, no gain
Written: June 29, 2021
A broken person Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
March 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 10-12
Key Verse –Judges 10:16 And they put away the strange gods from among them, and served the LORD: and his soul was grieved for the misery of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL DEFENDER
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your mount of holiness
Thank You for enabling me to arise through Your faithfulness
While I forsake self-centeredness
And overcome worldly vexation with Your wisdom-graciousness.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your camp of service
Thank You for helping me conquer misery of slothfulness-practice
While I fight fruitlessness with Your valour though I’m a novice
And outgrow idleness according to Your Word’s notice.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your house of rejoicing
Thank You for leading me to Your restoration-peace with Your blessing
While I dwell in Your care’s compassing
And optimize Your grace toward Your bliss-possessing.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your coasts of mercy
Thank You for cleansing me from confessed sins by Your clemency
While I hearken to Your exhortations’ persistency
And open myself to Your teaching midst truth-fervency.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your vineyards of soulwinning action
Thank You for making me behold rewards of discipleship-session
While I bewail my fruitlessness in labour-malfunction
And offer to You my best by Your work-production.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your might of deliverance
Thank You for welcoming me to Your presence with faith-appearance
While I repent from my unbelief, claiming Your assurance
And own Your pardon along Your blessed guidance-perseverance.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your promised land of victory
Thank You for comforting me with Your sacrifice of divine history
While I praise You for freeing me from judgment’s fury
And orderly follow Your directions toward triumphant glory.
March 9, 2023
Struggling to take residence in the nook of my mind...
...skepticism along ignorance confronting my truth-steadfastness:
faithlessness' shouts and doubts' screams
while I face challenges...
Oh, wretched torments of misery!!!
"Help my unbelief*, God;
in You do I trust."
Striving to hide in the innermost vacuum of my soul...
...evil afflictions to my spiritual well-being:
selfishness' grip with covetousness' shackles
bondage-fetters grievously burdensome...
What miserable imprisonment!!!
"My Saviour, forgive my self-centeredness;
let me feast in Your contentment."
Lurking in the darkness of my heart...
...abominations of loathsome sinfulness:
displeasing the Lord of my life
being a reproach to His glory thru my idolatry...
Guilty heavenly miser am I, despite being granted eternal life!!!
"I beseech Your cleansing, my Lover;
purge me with Your blood's sanctifying might."
Abiding in my motives' closet...
...intents of divine nature's love-filled service:
earnest devotion, faith-anchored to live for my Creator
buttressed with compassion-care for others...
How blessed am I to minister to those in misery!!!
"Uphold me then, my Master;
lead me toward fulfilled, faithful, fruitful stewardship pursuits."
*Mark 9:24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Misery" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/5/2019.
Extreme sadness looking far away to nowhere
Purblind affair undestined to last last forever
Self-centeredness had been fading the glowing flare
Her spirit may seemed dead but the beats were still there
Into her eyes, teardrops fell in a silent stare
Gigantic sorrows made her cry a river
Irreversible love is going to somewhere
In state of his despise, she loved him than ever
She dream to be with him together forever
His road of calvary she is ready to bear
But his long waited shadow really never care
He left her in the middle of darkest nowhere
She thought she was dead yet she is a wallflower
Thinking, wondering her nostalgic love affair
Form:
Streets are filling with needles, disease, and narcissists.
The airways are rimmed with demands for respect.
If you don't agree 100 %, they'll wring your neck
People U-turn to the outhouse to retrieve souls.
Not realizing until it's too late.
That they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
Grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
They turn from Love and God into the blowhole
of influencers, YouTubers and TikTokers.
Pods of dolphin people flipping for clicks...
Looking to make a name for themselves.
Not through talent, class and hard work.
but through shock and crassness.
They fancy to blame boomers for failures and madness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness)
who once told a bunch of giggling know-it-all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were, Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
TAXING THOUGHTS
Let us hide behind a litany of lunacy
Of gods and Gods, prophets and profits
Does it do any good to feed the hungry
When we are the cause of the hunger
To take money from those who work
And give it to those who can’t or won’t
Do the presidents dogs really need SS protection
More than his garage door needs a lock
Why does the Red hat of the toreador
Arouse such venom in the capeless
Must I give up my right to be me
So that you can exercise your right to be you
Must I turn away
Lest my eyes offend you
Silence my laughter
To sooth your self-centeredness
Must I teach my children and grandchildren
That they are less than because of who they are
Let us hide behind a plethora of flags
And mock the one allowing them to fly
Divine angelic embodiment...
amazingly graced yours truly -
And the missus earlier today
December thirtieth two thousand nineteen
ah... charming angelic gal heaven sent
voluntarily drove us from CJ's
(2009 Hyundai Sonata needs alternator)
1405 S Township Line Road,
Royersford, PA 19468
to 2 Highland Manor drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania 19468
upon overhearing conversation
whereby our 2009 Hyundai Sonata
necessitated replaced alternator.
Thus toting another mortal
(worth her weight in gold)
random act of kindness to behold
I felt incumbent to repay,
yet no money in billfold
thus random stranger
need be given and/or told
pro bono favor, lest
good nature within me will scold
Matthew Scott Harris,
perhaps even exact chokehold
regarding being recipient
exhausting list to enumerate,
yet nonetheless manifold
instances since boyhood
until thyself languishing
and getting farblondjet and old.
Found friends, Romans, teaser
countrymen... (think Julius Caesar,
salad days by William Shakespeare
if alive, a very old geezer
occurring in Act III, scene II),
perhaps also incorporating Ebenezer
Scrooge as greater dramatic pleaser.
I feel farblondget, farchadat,
fardeiget, and stymied
as cumulative intercessors
when this schlemiel in need
especially when a wee thing
how eldest and youngest sister indeed
countless occasions far exceed
ding dewey decimal, emotional,
financial, remuneration recompense
such focus on self, I willingly concede
at this age (scoring few till orbitz) read
ding those earlier years of mein kampf
in retrospect this bloke now freed
with less self centeredness and greed.
The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce
once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved
Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent
held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability
under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness
becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance
As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise
Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride
knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me
It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide
False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise
crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon
striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment
the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting
a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid