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Long ago in the short-time lively spring
In the grassy plains of a small island
Came from nonexistence a young sapling
Nurtured by the love of her mother’s hand
The world accepted her newfound nascence
Fueling her a love for joyfulness
Beaming out from the depths of her bright heart
A Happiness no being could contest.
With the blessings from the sapient world,
She quickly discovered a lifelong friend.
His solicitude for her unbounded,
They were surely a match made in heaven
They always walked together as one,
Carrying each other through life’s sojourn
Truly did the love between them abound
But all good times must arrive at an end
Her childhood soon sped by before her eyes
The novelty of memorable times
Fading into the dark depths of her mind
Pleasant memories like leaves in the wind
Her transition into adulthood near,
Deep concern for her friend’s future life flare
Taking no heed of her own life troubles,
She does what she can to help him succeed
At the zenith of springtime season’s bloom
She invited her dear friend to a club
A group of three girls all connected by
Their adoration of books and poems
It pleased her heart greatly to see her friend
Forming and bonding with new companions
Yet, unknown feelings of jealousy formed
As her indulgent desire for him grew
Like the swirling typhoons of the oceans,
The tsunamis that wash away cities,
Doubt flooded into her mentality
Confusing thoughts fogged rationality
She bottled up her true feelings tightly
Suppressed the complex emotions duly
Only ever showing her happy side
Wishing to see no concern from her friend
Each passing moment spent in the classroom
Watching his relationships with others
Deepening, evolving, and ascending
Left loneliness to consume her insides
For three days she tried hiding her sorrow
No longer could she veil her emotions
Despite her friend’s kind attempts to console
He only shatters her heart into shards
The following day, lying in her bed,
She looks up at her room’s ceiling and thinks
“Why get out of bed? Why am I still here?”
She recalls her friend, breaking into tears
That day, Sayori never came to school
Leaving her friend worried and bewildered.
In his concern, he traveled to her house
Only to find her hanging by the noose
I will always love you, cant let you know what Im feeling inside.
But I do love you. My heart never lies.
How does this add up,
Why cant you love me no more, Dont you love me anymore?
Where is that feeling called Love,
Why is it that love always opens you up so wide, then leaves your soul open to the preying wolves lurking out there in the cold,
It cuts you deep. Chills you to the bone but at the same embraces you in a sense of security and love,
Kills you from within, quitens your will soul fire,
Switches off the light and leaves you in the dark,
Poor cowering little boy lost in his sleeping dream,
Knowing that if he wiped the sleep from his eyes everything might disappear,
The one he loved disappear like the morning dew,
He'd be left behind alone..... no one to talk to.
Regreting every dose of reality, each morning
Wishing he could turn back time and make the daydream last,
Make the eternity last for a second longer,
Add some detail to the fantasy he dreamt up
Each night he'd cry himself to sleep,
His mind a constant conference for his fears,
I dont want to let go just yet,
There's so much that I've gotta get off my chest
To many words left unspoken of..
Please dont disappear I need you
I need you
Cant you hear my hearts breaking cry
Doesnt your heart strum to any sound anymore,
I dont want you.... me .... us to depart like this
Wheres the final kiss, I guess fairytales arent meant to be compared to reality
Not a second or minute of recogniton within those eyes....
Not even a teardrop of despair
It clearly doesnt tear you up inside like it does me.
Has your heart burned to coal, has the sparks upped and vapourized into the roaring hurrricane of our lives,
Or have you decided not to care anymore?
Where's this all coming from, im seeing a different shadow to the person I knew.
Have you always been this dishonest or have the truths just gatherd some dust?
In my silence I find myself expecting some sense of purpose, some sense of normalacy,
But all I got was direction to the edge of my sanity,
Direct path to a place of least resistence,
My only escape was death.
My only escape is.....
Death, to put a part of me, something that would never beat again, out of its misery.
Geniuskin
#RightWhereTheHeartIs
Scarlet dreams burn through my thoughts
Whispering soft sensations of compassion
Soothing my heart with feelings of hope
Coloring my ideas with hues of inspiration
Belief in the moments filled with gentle
Appreciation for all that God has given me
Azure breathes of truth that promises to
Sigh through my memories to complete
Prayers that I’ve been praying throughout
History, intimately, intently, endlessly
With a sense of assurance that all will be
Blessed by the One who is eternally with me
Emerald seas purify my heart’s embrace,
Caressing me with pledges of sure faith
Vowing to bring me wisdom and strength
Securing the genuine aspiration that lives
And flows from my veins, bleeding heartfelt
Reveries of lasting feelings that feed grace
Amber sunsets brighten the dusk skies
Capturing melancholy on winds of insight
Shading the moon with flavors of life’s joy
Imagining devotions that will always provide
A sense of purpose and fidelity to the heart
Wise sparks that fire gratitude’s warmth
Lilac laces its way through the stars and moon
Quivering with delight, precious charms inside
Which move through the naked skin to entice
Gentle pleasures within, waves of confidence
Flowing through the layers of silky vibrations
Entwined with a dance of praise to the Deity
Gold gladdens the weary heart with music
Notes imprisoned in the breath of nightfall
Living on the edge of tomorrow and misting
The mountain ridges with sweetest pleasures
Silence beckoning throughout the murmuring
Sound of a melody satisfying the hungry spirit
Silvery threads of brilliant light blushing with
Clouds of mystery which intends to plead innocent
To the charges of worry that have gripped the soul
With endless pain and sorrow, misguided doubts
That leave the mind looking for the answers
Praying for the second chances God grants us
Clear, flawless rumors of angels watching over
The one who fears or regrets the past mistakes
Keeping the gospel within reach of the one who
Knows the answers are there in the prayers that
Speak to the Creator with worship and praise
Adoration that honors the One who formed us, the clay!
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cold
physically, emotionally, spiritually
hollowed out like a two hundred year old redwood
ravaged by fire, i didn’t care
my sense of purpose had long lost its relevance
spiraling out of control and letting it happen.
i had to admit, i needed help
we had a relationship once, You and me,
we used to chat,
though it’d been a while.
i believed You would help me.
thats what You do.
So i called on You
and waited for a response.
… crickets
maybe a little more reflecting wouldn’t hurt.
…so i waited and i called on You again.
You must have known i would reach out.
You must have heard my cries.
where were You? away on business?
i thought it was ego or pride.
or both.
not coming to You regularly
seems to piss You off
maybe there’s a lesson to be learned
i knew one of us had to blink.
then i remembered, You don’t blink.
it’s pretty much Your way or the highway.
i realized this time i wasn’t going to blink either.
now what?
… more crickets
i learned early i am responsible
for my actions
i read a person must trust in himself
ultimately, one can’t rely on anyone else
one needs to develop inner strength
be honest with himself, face life, face reality.
no one or thing is going to save me
only i can
in the past, i believed in myself
when most wrote me off.
and in a moment of clarity,
i figured it out
the righteous will say You did hear me
You heard my cries and answered
my action was Your response.
giving me the strength to ask for help
to pull myself up, to be a light for others
it was You working through me.
they’ll say there’s a bigger picture
that i don’t see or get.
someday an explanation will be revealed.
i suppose those are possibilities
but i don’t understand;
what’s Your point?
is this about me
or about You or
You and me?
teaching? compassion?
put them before myself?
feel the pain i inflicted on others?
exalt You as the only one who can “fix things?”
how does that work?
i get credit for failing and You for healing.
maybe someday if You have time,
we can have coffee and chat about it.
we’ll meet some place where we can
sit outside and You can blow more smoke
How much we take for granted
Our rousing each and every morn
Whilst yet forgetting the many
Who not quite unlike ourselves
Did enounce "See you tomorrow"
Only to exit the stage before the play is done.
How many times do we pause, take time
To appreciate the gift a given day is
Embrace each day like it's the very last
Treat people alike, no different from self
Smile, like it the latest anti-ageing cure
And let that smile warm someone else's heart.
How often do we give a comforting hug
Not only when such a need is called upon
To not speed through each and e'ry day
Chasing what we presume of great import
Whilst yet greatly missing and losing out
On the blessings encountered each, everyday.
Appreciate every single moment
From the time the lids come open
Rejoicing in yet another gift given
To go about each and e'ry task
With a renewed sense of purpose
To fully enjoy the gift of every single day.
Enjoy the fact that we have life
And with it, having been gifted a new day
Refuse to focus on the impending storm
Which may really never come
Appreciate instead every ray of the sun
Storing to enjoy should gloom choose to visit.
Consider the pains we a-times experience
As pointers for us to stop and take stock
Yes stop, and actually do take a rest
Close the eyes, lie still and savour time
Knowing without a sliver of any doubt
That it be the greatest gift ever received.
Notice the weather, the season changes
Sunrise and sunset, heat, dry and cold
Appreciate the skies, colours and shapes
For it indeed requires creative ingenuity
To ensure innumerable differences
Exist in absolute harmony.
Listen to conversations and give no voice
Let the many voices that a-times surround
Wash over pleasantly like the waves of the sea
See the smiles, the expressions of affection
See the pain and anger which exist too
and see truth so clearly so as to recognise untruth.
And like a polaroid picture streaming
Look on the past, and that without regrets
Let it be your choice, one you make
To refuse to just pass through time
Instead live life, and live it full
See the gift of a day...Any day...Everyday.
I watch this world pass by,
miracle after miracle,
overcome with thoughts
of life and death -
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see.
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate
to step through, a starting place -
as a bluebird dips in the birdbath,
squirrels scurry across green grass,
a blue horizon darkens like a memory.
Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment
with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones,
a false sense of purpose.
I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more -
a yearning from deep within.
I feel it wash over my skin.
Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere,
but not I. I sit here…I watch.
I whisper a short prayer for a friend,
I remain silent with His answer –
patience…all will work out in time;
head bowed, I pray for His healing hands
to touch me. In my father’s arms,
I am comforted and whole.
I am who He sees…
sunlight traces storm clouds
painting rainbows over shadowed trees,
a beautiful canopy.
His love flows through me,
pouring out at Calvary.
In the afternoon rain,
I see each drop of blood.
A choir of clouds congregate.
I hear their worship song.
I see a crown of thorns around them.
I feel the weight of the cross
He struggles to carry.
Mangos fall with the rain
from a shaken tree,
then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves;
flies begin to swarm around them;
following the clouds trajectory,
I envision more than I can bear -
His slashed skin and mangled bones
flash before my eyes.
With hands nailed, He's hung
on the cross in shame and suffering;
every labored breath taken
until death for an ungrateful world…
my soul seems to understand
what I cannot grasp…all of this,
He did for me….and you.
Love becomes more than a word,
a blessing becomes more than a concept.
I sit at my window unnoticed;
I watch the world pass by -
every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop
and new life, I see,
like a child with a loving father,
a miracle…
A Democracy forged in the fire of human discontent
and molded into an enduring symbol of freedom.
A Republic founded on the highest of human ideals
to aggressively defend against tyranny and oppression
that may come from within our borders and far beyond.
A country of immigrants from every corner of the world
who always held true to the promise for others that came.
A land of hope cradled between two shinning seas
where anything no matter how improvable was possible,
where dreams that seemed impossible could be realized.
A nation full of people who are stronger and better
only when they elect to embrace their great diversity,
and not only celebrate their differences, but relish in them.
The home of a grand lady with a torch standing in a busy harbor,
a bold monument to the virtues and principles of freedom itself,
a profound testament to what our great country proudly stands for,
a welcoming sight for those desperately seeking a flicker of hope,
for those yearning to be free from persecution and oppression,
for those seeking a new beginning in a more accepting place.
Please! Please! tell me where did our beloved America go?
How did we go from tearing down walls in other nations
to erecting these unwelcoming monuments in our own backyard?
How did we go from being the leader of the free world
to putting people from neighboring countries in metal cages?
How did we go from being the world’s defender of democracy
to separating small children from their families at our borders?
How did we lose our civility and our national sense of purpose
to become repugnant provocateurs of ignorance and intolerance?
Today one small child cries for their mother on our border.
Tomorrow we mourn in silence for a great nation,
that once was the focal point of democracy in the world,
that once set the example for other nations to follow,
that once stood as the standard-bearer for freedom everywhere.
Please! Please! tell me will our beloved America ever return?
Heavenly Father,
What about love? Dear God… what about love?
Love is the reason I have always felt sure
You’re in my heart – You’re there in my soul
Love is the assurance that I can always know
You’re still here with me, filling me, sealing me
Assuring my thoughts and my hopes and my light
Filling me with insight, inspiration and imagination
Enlightening my dreams with faith that believes!
What about love? Dear Lord… what about love?
I question your light, your heart, your spirit
Will you really love me, even when I’m timid
Will you still love me, even when I can’t pray
Will you still love me, even when I don’t wait
For your spirit to reveal to me… the gentleness
The feeling that You whisper through my soul
Letting me know that I’ll always be yours!
What about love, Heavenly Father, What about love?
Then I remember that Your love is a given
It never fades and it is never shadowed by
A lack of faith or shallow grace – it always is
The way, the truth, the life – it always waits
On the heart and soul to pray and praise and stay
Where they should stay – filled with this joy
This faith, hope and love that is alive, a guide
Toward forever and always, eternity with You
The glue that holds my life together, makes me
Feel the pleasure of knowing that your love
Is always there, always prepared to fill me
With a sense of purpose, a kindness, a worthiness
Because the love that comes alive on your breath
Is a love that gives my mind its ability to think
My soul the power to feel hope that truly lives
And my heart the capacity to give from the spirit
Your love, my dear Father, is a love that is alive
Always on fire, always fervent and warm, zealous
Like the stars twinkling or the sun blinking above
Love like this knows no bounds – it is wild and willing
To bring joy to even the edges of Your forever!
Love like this is a gift I’ll always treasure
Thank You, Father – for love that lasts forever!
Why did I believe in good that I had never seen
the nasty horrible people who are truly mean
growing up together after meeting as a teen
thinking there was good in them though it has never been
Are my peers prepared to be
someone who is there for me
do they compete compare and see
themselves above the hierarchy
As if there’s something that they do
to help their friends who have no clue
a skill they have that’s not in you
a priceless gift hard to value
They will talk of what they do
how good they are and think it true
saying things not said by you
about a skill you don’t value
Something you would never do
hence the reason you’ve no clue
there’s a different route for you
with self respect that you value
If you’re good at things you do
other people know it too
they will talk of it to you
as they can see the true value
When you speak of what you do
and no one ever says it too
the idea only comes from you
something only you value
So maybe what you need to do
is learn a skill that they have too
a use for others not just you
a skill that is of true value
once it’s something you can do
other people notice too
they’ll give praise and credit you
a sense of purpose and value
You do what you do
because you need too
and no one else but you
thinks it has value
Why think it’s something to do
when nobody else does it too
tells the world all about you
a life unnoticed lacks value
I know you like to think you do
what others wish they could too
but they haven’t skills like you
in this belief you find value
You’re a peer too scared to be
a human with ability
and it is very clear to see
thwarting insecurity
Why do you think you are good in ways you’ve never been
grasping hold of possibilities existing in a dream
growing up not too clever painting your own scene
you may look like an adult now but inside you’re a teen!
It was free will that taught me to give
On every hand, with outstretched hands
It was destiny that taught me to feel
Completely alive, like I was dancing inside
It was free will that left me feeling alone
When I couldn’t muster the courage to go on
It was destiny that left me feeling assured
When I knew I’d been given real joy in my heart
It was free will that corrected my many wrongs
The ones that were crucial and those less important
It was destiny that sought me out to give me hope
Leaving me with assurance that I would reach my dreams
It was free will that colored my world in amber and scarlet
Colors of enlightenment, joy and freedom to believe
It was destiny that gave me hues of azure and emerald
Those cool ideas that flow through me with images of insight
It was free will that murmured to me with whispers of delight
Telling me that I’m worthy of all that God has taught me
It was destiny that whispered I could find the answer to my doubts
Reach out to the universe, to God, for all I would need to know
It was free will that gave me my sense of assurance and hope
Left me feeling so alive with the belief that I have the strength to go on
It was destiny that played the music for my dance of delight in life
Saw me through the discouragement and gave me a sense of purpose
It was free will that made me feel I could reach toward my dreams
And find the power to reach through the webs of deceit to peace
It was destiny that gave me the wings I needed to fly to serenity
The courage to believe in all the good that would eventually come to me
Free will has brought me through the best and worst and in between
Destiny has given me all the faith, hope and love I need to keep giving
From the heart, soul and spirit… all that I am or could ever be!
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